Yang Xianmao said lightly: "A Taoist who lives with me is sick and dead, and I am discussing with the shopkeeper how to deal with the aftermath, you are here, I didn't delay your tolerance, right?"

"Don't dare, don't dare! The small ones will come and take a look casually, and they have already said that this person is sick and dead, and there is nothing strange about it, so the small ones will take a look and leave. Speaking of this, Xiong Zhutou turned his face to look at the innkeeper and said, "What about the relics of the Daoist?"

The innkeeper hurriedly smiled: "It's all in a wooden box next to the corpse in the firewood room." ”

"Is Du Mu also there?"

"In, hehe, the villain just checked. ”

"Well, that's good, go get it and I'll see!"

The innkeeper hurriedly agreed, and hurriedly sent a man to fetch the man's wooden box.

The wooden box was quickly brought in, and the innkeeper opened it, took out a degree from it, and respectfully handed it to Xiong Zhutou.

Xiong Zhutou held the man's degree, leaned in front of Yang Xianmao, and whispered with a smile: "This thing is a good thing." It can be sold for at least three hundred taels of silver outside! The young man can make a lot of money by selling it, which can be regarded as a small filial piety to the young man. Don't worry, the young man over there in the yamen, I will go back and report that this person's degree is lost. No problem, hehe."

During the Tang and Song dynasties, there was strict control over monks and Taoists who were ordained, and in order to become a qualified monk recognized by the state, they had to be granted a degree by the government. And the degree issued by the government is very expensive, and one degree is already one hundred and thirty times when it is in the Divine Sect. In addition, there is a limit on the number of awards, so it is very difficult to obtain a degree from the government, and if you buy it from the black market, the price will often increase by three or five times.

The degree of the dead Taoist is often used to impersonate, because there is no portrait on the degree, only a few simple descriptions of height and physical appearance, as long as the difference in body shape is not very large, it will generally not show the horse's feet. Therefore, this kind of degree can also be sold for a very high price.

Although the Taoist died in the inn, the innkeeper did not dare to make this kind of money, because such a monk died, and the first thing the government looked for was the monk's degree, and if he couldn't find it, he wanted to find trouble with the innkeeper. Therefore, as soon as this person died, the shopkeeper kept all his relics alive, and especially checked the degree inside, so he knew that it was inside.

Yang Xianmao looked at this degree, and couldn't help but move in his heart, if he was a Taoist, on the one hand, he could turn from light to dark, avoid the siege of the horse shopkeeper and the beggar brother, and he could also use the identity of a Taoist to show people feng shui to cure diseases, and live up to what he had learned.

He is too young, and it is not easy to gain the trust of the patient as Langzhong, but if the Taoist uses Taoism to see feng shui to cure diseases, it is different. The mystique of Taoist medicine can make patients largely ignore the age of Taoist doctors. As long as you use Dao magic to make people wonder. This is not a problem for Yang Xianmao, who has already obtained the true biography of Guiguzi's "Yin and Yang Technique".

So, Yang Xianmao said to the bear catcher: "I don't want dead people's things." The bear catcher smiled wryly and said, "Which is?" Dead man's stuff is too obscure indeed. ”

Yang Xianmao said: "How much does it cost to run a degree from the yamen?"

"The imperial court set a price of one hundred and thirty taels of silver, but if an acquaintance of the yamen went to do it, one hundred taels could be done. - Why, does the young man want to make one? ”

Yang Xianmao took out the bracelet given by the woman from his arms and handed it to Xiong Zhutou, and said, "You help me see if this thing is worth a degree." If it's worth it, you can get one for me. With my name. ”

Xiong Zhutou was surprised: "Young Xia wants to become a monk?"

Yang Xianmao nodded.

Xiong Zhutou originally wanted to say that the cost was paid by himself, but one hundred taels of silver was not a decimal, and he couldn't take it out at once, so he could only take the bracelet in a sneering manner, looked at it, and said: "The little one doesn't know much about jade, but the texture of this jade is not good, and it should be worth at least one hundred taels." ”

Yang Xianmao nodded and said: "Then please help me do Zhang Dumu, can you do it tomorrow morning?—— I said last time I wanted to entrust you with the sword business, this is it." Will it work?"

"For ordinary people, it is very difficult to do it, and it may not be possible to have money, but since it is a young man to do it, of course it will be wrapped in the small one, and it will be sent to you early tomorrow morning. - I don't know what the young man wants to use?"

"One penny! ”

Yang Xianmao thought that he was destined to have no money for life, and he only charged a penny for medical treatment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a helpless wry smile.

"Yiwen Dao Chief, hehe, this number is fresh. Does the young man live in this inn? ”

"Yes. This matter must be kept secret. ”

"No problem. Shaoxia rest assured, he will never let the third person know. ”

"Then there's work. ”

Xiong Zhutou thought about it for a while, and said with a smile: "Otherwise, there is a jade shop in front of the inn, I asked people to call the shopkeeper to estimate the price of this bracelet immediately, what does Shaoxia think?"

"That's fine. ”

Xiong Zhutou hurriedly asked people to call the shopkeeper of the jade shop. Although it was dark and closed, the headhunter called him to come, and he couldn't do it.

After seeing the bracelet, the shopkeeper of the jade shop was willing to buy it for one hundred and ten taels of silver. Yang Xianmao immediately nodded in agreement.

Soon the money came, and Yang Xianmao gave one hundred taels to Xiong Zhutou to do the work.

The bear catcher took the catcher and left quickly.

Yang Xianmao said to the innkeeper: "Since this person is dead, why don't I take care of his funeral." Yang Xianmao still has ten taels of silver in his hand, but he can only keep enough money for life, and these ten taels of silver are already a small fortune, and it is estimated that God will not let him keep so much money. Instead of crossing the river and falling into the river and losing your left hand and right hand out, it's better to do something good. So I offered to help this person take care of the aftermath.

The shopkeeper couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard it, because to transport people outside the city to be buried, at least one person would spend hundreds of yuan, and he was usually very distressed about money, how could he be willing to spend such unjust money. Hearing that Yang Xianmao took the initiative to bear the funeral expenses of the Taoist, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and praised Yang Xianmao for saving the emergency in the rivers and lakes, and he was really chivalrous.

At that moment, the shopkeeper accompanied Yang Xianmao to the firewood room, and saw that the Taoist priest parked on the door panel had begun to stiffen.

So Yang Xianmao said to the shopkeeper: "Please ask the guy to help buy a shroud for him to wear, buy a coffin, and ask two servants to help him wash his body, change into a shroud, and let him go to the underworld cleanly." ”

The shopkeeper agreed, called two men, Yang Xianmao handed them the ten taels of silver, and asked them to buy what they needed, and each of them could share the hardship fee of fifty yuan. The two went happily, and soon bought back all the things Yang Xianmao needed, bought a coffin from the coffin shop, and called two servants to help clean the body, and found a cemetery, and the whole calculation was only ten taels of silver, and there were dozens of dollars more to return to Yang Xianmao.

The two servants took off the robes on the Taoist priest's body, and then washed him with water, changed into a shroud, and then put it in the coffin. The coffin was nailed, and the coffin was nailed, and the coffin was only carried to the cemetery outside the city early the next morning for burial, and the dust returned to the dust, and the matter was over.

I have already agreed with the two servants that I will come early the next morning to carry the body of the Taoist priest to the outside of the city to be buried, and the fee has been settled.

After he left, Yang Xianmao opened the Taoist priest's box, and inside were several magic weapons, as well as another change of robes, all of which were also dirty and old.

Yang Xianmao took the robe he had changed from his box and the robe from the corpse, and carried it to the well to prepare for washing. This Taoist robe is too dirty, wash it and then put it in a coffin for burial, so that this Taoist person can be clean in the underworld.

He was about to wash, when a young girl ran out of the washer's chamber opposite, and like a gust of wind, she came to the well, snatched the robe from his hand, and said, "Brother Xiaolang, let me help you wash." ”

Yang Xianmao took a closer look, but it was Qiu Ju, the girl who came to call her to see a doctor that night, and hurriedly said, "No, I'll come by myself." ”

Qiu Ju had already begun to rub up her clothes and said, "It's not in the way, I don't want you a penny, you treated my sister last time, and you didn't confiscate a penny." My sister said, I must find a chance to repay you, we don't have any skills, we can only think of helping you wash your clothes for two days. Isn't this the robes of the dead Taoist priest? What are you washing it for?"

After Qiu Ju was wrong, he quickly let go of his hand.

Yang Xianmao said: "This robe is too dirty, wash it so that you can be buried with him." ”

As soon as she heard this, Qiu Ju smiled and said: "Your heart is good, my sister is right, whoever wants to find you will be blessed." As she spoke, her pretty face suddenly turned red, because her sister looked at his meaningful eyes behind her, and she knew that her sister really hoped that she would have a marriage with this little man in her previous life.

Qiu Ju rubbed her clothes vigorously, and quickly changed the topic to hide her shyness: "By the way, I heard that you spent money to help the Taoist priest collect the corpse, you are really a good person, and you only charge a penny for medical treatment." You have a really good heart and eyes, and your medical skills are good, we all said before, this master, yes, it is a pity that you can't get the help of Xiaolang's eldest brother. By the way, there are several people here today to inquire about you, and when are you coming back? They are still looking for you to see a doctor, but those people don't look like any illness, and they don't know if they are really sick, but if you are there, you can see it at a glance."

Yang Xianmao couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and then asked quietly, "Oh, what do they look like?"

"One is very tall and strong, and the other is a woman, very charming, and a small one, and the three of them are strange, but they speak very politely, and ask you if you live here? When will you come back? We said yes, but I don't know when you will come back, I told him if I knew that he really had any disease, and I wanted you to show him. ”

Yang Xianmao suddenly hinted and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the three people who ambushed him on the road came to the inn to inquire first, and those three people did not succeed, but he was afraid that the horse shopkeeper would send a second wave of killers to kill him. And these killers seem to be very thoughtful, and they have actually found a place where they live, and it really takes some effort to avoid them.

Soon, Qiu Ju washed the two robes, and Yang Xianmao took the robes to dry in the firewood room where the corpses were parked, anyway, there was no sun now. Originally, Qiu Ju was going to help him dry it, but when he heard that it was going to be dried in the firewood room of the morgue, he suddenly lost his guts, so he could only hand the wet clothes to Yang Xianmao. He said that he had something to do with her, and then he went back to his room.