That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

The coffin shop will not be open all day for business, especially early in the morning.

Si Huai was about to step forward to call the door open, when he saw the wooden door open a crack, and a man in his 40s and [-]s closed the door behind him while putting on his clothes.

The man was pointed and narrow-eyed, with a shrewd look. He presumably was the shopkeeper of the coffin shop. Before Si Huai called him to stop, the man had already said "Yo" and showed a flattering smile.

"I said why did the magpies cry when I got up in the morning, and I came to business so early in the morning. Is the young master going to set up a coffin or send an elegiac couplet to someone?"

The shopkeeper's voice had a local accent, as if something was stuck in his throat, it was so hoarse that it was not pleasant to listen to.

Si Huai let out a "hoo" with a half-smile, it was really different for those in the funeral business, the death of someone else's family was something worth celebrating.

"Why does the shopkeeper's house have birds? Now that it's autumn, where are the magpies screaming?"

"Put auspicious words, young master, don't care about it." The shopkeeper still had a bright smile on his face, turned around and opened the door that was not closed to invite the God of Wealth in.

Just now Si Huai was standing on the stone steps, blocking Wu Nian behind him, the shopkeeper could only see the well-dressed benefactor, when he suddenly saw a monk who was about to rush into the shop, his face sank and his eyes opened, and he took With enough posture, he stopped the person.

"Go, go, go! Go to another place for alms in the early morning, I don't have any leftovers here!"

"Amitabha, the poor monk is not here for alms..."

"Isn't it a begging? I'm not a generous person to turn a coffin into a coffin. If you want me to donate a coffin, there is no door!"

"Benefactor, the poor monk came with this young master." Wu Nian still had a pleasant face, but his voice was a little louder.

"Oh..." the shopkeeper heard that he was with Si Huai, so he quickly eased his expression and asked, "Then... I don't know who wants to buy the coffin?"

How does this sound like a curse.

Wu Nian twitched the corners of his mouth, skipped the unlucky words, and said, "Recently Fengmian City is not peaceful, we have something to ask the store manager."

"Ask about things" the corner of the shopkeeper's mouth twitched, showing a reluctant expression, "I'm a coffin shop, what do you want to ask? It's not impossible to ask how many coffins I sell a day. I'm a businessman, and I can do anything in business." I can ask, if you want to buy a coffin paper doll, the paper dolls in my store are so beautiful..."

"Let's go." Si Huai retracted the foot he had stepped in, turned around and dragged Wu Nian, and then left, "I'll just go find another place, this isn't the only one that sells coffins in Fengmian City."

"Hey! Young Master is wrong. This Fengmian City is really only my Bai family's business. You can't ask me here, and it's the same if you go to other places." The shopkeeper stretched his neck behind him, and called them slowly .

"There is a coffin shop in the southeast and northwest of Fengmian City. They are all owned by my Bai family. Not only the coffin shop, but also the ones that sell incense candles, paper figurines, and shrouds are all owned by our family. It's the same wherever you go."

"Your family likes to deal with dead people and take over the trivial matters of a whole city with one hand, which is really unprecedented."

"Much praise! It's hard to do business with the living these days, and you have to lose money on everything you sell, but no matter how much money you spend on the things sold to the dead, no one is reluctant to take out their wallets."

"In the final analysis, I still need money." Si Huai took out the heavy money bag from his arms, and threw it to Wu Nian, with a sly smile, he said: "I don't buy coffins or paper figurines, can I buy your news?"

The shopkeeper followed the money bag half a circle in the air with a golden gaze, smiled and nodded several times, "Yes, please, please."

The shop was very shady and cool, with more than a dozen coffins of different sizes and colors lined up against the wall, the middle one was engraved with copywriting from the lid to the bottom of the coffin, it looked like it was valuable.

It's just a box for corpses, no matter how beautifully carved it is, the dead can't be seen.

Si Huai sneaked a glance at Wu Nian who was interested in paper life, and suddenly remembered that this monk had built a grave for him in his previous life.

It's just that he didn't have the idea of ​​going to his own grave, so he didn't look for the grave with his name engraved on it.

A man with no bones left, only a mound of clothes standing on the left and right, might have been opened by those who scolded him a long time ago, leaving a mound of nothing to look at.

Wu Nian looked back and saw that Si Huai was absent-minded, and was about to call out to him, when the two paper figurines beside him suddenly moved by themselves, grinning and stretching out their hands, laughing "giggle" , stumbling towards him.

"Hey!" I murmured in a low voice and hurriedly backed away. After a while, I had already invited all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in my heart. When I casually poked around something and was about to throw it at it, I saw two pieces of paper that were put together. The person's head was pushed away, and the shopkeeper's smiling face poked out from the middle.

"I'm sorry, I scared you. I don't think you are cowardly. I didn't expect to be scared by the two paper figurines." Heart said: "The store's new products, waiting for people to size paper figurines, can move and laugh, put them on the mourning hall when doing things, the ancestors have more face!"

Si Huai glanced at the two red-faced paper figurines, and replied calmly, "I'm afraid that you, the paper figurines, will scare me into being a companion to my ancestor."

The shopkeeper didn't say anything, and walked behind the counter with a stack of things, and threw it heavily on the table, scattering some dust.

"This is the account of the various stores of the Bai family in the past two years. What do you two want to know?"

"Since all the funeral shops in Fengmian City belong to your family, you must know how many people have died in the past two years."

Si Huai put one hand on the counter, bent down, and put a piece of red paper on the table.

Those who do funeral affairs will wrap some small money in red paper to give to those who help, as a sign of auspiciousness. This white shopkeeper holds the funeral shop in Fengmian City with one hand. Eyes fixed on the red paper on the table, smiling.

"Not everyone will be put in a coffin when they die. Some people can't afford a coffin, and some people can't fit in a coffin. How can you tell. If you want to ask how many coffins have been sold in the past two years, I can tell you ."

As he said that, the shopkeeper spat on his hand, rubbed it twice and started to turn the pages of the book, and started to move the abacus with the other hand, murmuring something.

"Did you two come here because of the people who died yesterday? To be honest, this is not an auspicious business. Dealing with dead people is always scary. I had planned to make a living elsewhere. I didn't expect that in recent years The business is getting better and better, so all the white things shops have been sold. Alas! Come out—"

The shopkeeper patted the table and turned the abacus in a different direction for them to see.

"In the past two years, counting the townships under the jurisdiction, there are 35 in the east of the city, 68 in the south and north of the city, and more in the west of the city, and 53 are sold. It is also because the business in the west of the city is better, so I, the head of the house, Guard the shop here."

"More than 100 people died in two years!" Wu Nian pulled the abacus to confirm the same number above, "There are so many people dying in Fengmian City, so many people don't care."

"Fengmian City has a population of tens of thousands. Many people are born every year, and naturally many people die. It is not surprising. In the past few years, more than 300 people died a year. These two years are not much, especially In the past six months, a total of only forty people died, and business is not easy. But it is also strange, there are only a total of forty people, and the west of the city accounts for seventeen."

"When was the previous few years"

"Hiss—it's not accurate to say it. In the two years when the number of dead people died the most, I happened to see this business opportunity to take care of Fengmian City's funeral affairs. It's not too long since now..." The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes and stretched out his eyes. He stretched out his hand and began to calculate seriously, "Eight or nine years."

"Eight or nine years" Wu Nian repeated his words and sighed softly. "It's not easy to find clues after such a long time."

"That's not necessarily the case." Si Huai's hand resting on the table slightly curled up and clasped lightly on the table case. "The shopkeeper, have you ever seen...or heard of those people's death?"

"Young master asked the idea." The shopkeeper closed the ledger, walked to the door and closed the door, then walked to the side of a pile of coffins, and patted the very simple-looking wooden coffin on the far side.

"This coffin is going to be sent to the watchman who died yesterday. He and I had a few words. I spared a few taels of silver and sold it to my sister-in-law. I've seen him before, with a smile on his face. It's scary, but it's not the first time I've seen it..."

The shopkeeper beckoned for the two to come closer, lowered his voice, and continued speaking in a gloomy tone.

"The people who die in this city, whether they are old or sick, often laugh after death. If they don't lose their breath, they think they are dreaming! It's so weird!"

"Since you know something is weird, why don't you report to the Sheng family?"

"It's all dead, and the family members don't say anything. I'm a coffin seller. What's the point? Did I ask the Sheng family to lift the coffin lid so that people can dig up my ancestral grave? Then I'm not wicked. Besides, there are dead people every year, really. Some Sheng family has long been... ah! Could it be that there are really some ghosts?"

"Amitabha..." Wu Nian murmured a few times in a low voice, straightened his expression, and said, "It is impossible for a human being to be able to do such a thing."

If this strange incident had occurred eight or nine years ago, then many of the people who have died over the years must have been killed.

But why was it not discovered.

"Could it be that this evil thing only picks people who are about to die?" Wu Nian's eyes sank, and he came up with this terrible guess.

Not counting those who did not place coffins, one or two hundred people die a year, and there is really nothing abnormal in the entire Fengmian City. Apart from this statement, there is no better explanation.

Si Huai let out a deep "hmm", glanced at the shopkeeper, and narrowed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he asked, "What evil can make people die in dreams?"

"In a dream..." The shopkeeper did say that those people looked like they were dreaming.

Wu Nian shook his head, demons and ghosts emerge in endlessly with different abilities, but such a great ability cannot be cultivated by any small spirit.

"You can't rely on guesswork on this matter. We'll talk about it when we get back." Si Huai patted Wu Nian on the shoulder, and walked out without looking at the shopkeeper.

Wu Nian turned around and chanted the Buddha's name twice to him, then hurriedly followed him out.

After a while, there were a few voices of shopkeeper cursing from behind, and a thin figure chased after him with a broom at the door.

Si Huai glanced back, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and pulled Wu Nian into the small alley.

The great monk let him pull his sleeves to follow unhurriedly, and asked slowly: "What you gave is not a bank note?"

"Of course not, am I like the kind of dude who has money but no land to spend? But... I give you better things. If he does too many deadly things like this, he will inevitably encounter some dirty things." Something, something I left to keep him safe."

"Then why don't you tell him in case he throws it away?"

"I can't throw it away, I will follow him."

"..." Isn't this as scary as meeting a ghost?

As soon as Wu Nian finished cursing in his heart, two disciples of the Sheng family appeared at the entrance of the alley, holding swords in both hands, in a posture of blocking people.

Before they could ask a question, a disciple in the middle of the term first bowed with arms folded.

"The suzerain set up a feast on the water today, Mr. Yu asked us to invite the two of you back."

The author has something to say: I caught a bug, probably due to the format problem of the codeword software, and the punctuation marks in several places are missing. I just clicked on it myself and found out that (>_<) there are some problems in the previous chapters All of them have been repaired, and if it brings a bad reading experience, just kneel down first. If there is any problem, please let me know wow⊙?⊙!

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