Happy Crematorium....

Seeing this eye-catching signboard, the dark clouds inadvertently stopped. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

What attracted him was, of course, not this alternative signboard, nor the majestic sixteen-character couplet.

Warm in winter and cool in summer, very breathable;

Although the couplet is still confusing, the aura of this place makes the dark clouds frown.

This kind of aura used to be similar, and it could be felt in the mountains behind the sect, but compared to here, it was undoubtedly a big deal.

The land in the back mountain buried the ancestors of Maoshan dynasties. I heard the uncles say that it is a great fierce land, but the master said: It is a fierce land, and it is also a blessed land! The seven evil souls are locked and the four elephants are sealed, and there are these two formations, how can we get rid of the evil? This place is the source of inheritance, and it can bless my Maoshan for a hundred generations. Besides, who can tell between evil and good, good and evil, right and wrong, right and wrong?"

The master said very little, but that time he said a lot, and of course Wuyun remembered it very clearly.

Seven Evil Soul Locks, Four Elephant Seals... It is the two major formations of Mao Mountain, which can suppress the evil spirit.

The source of the inheritance refers to the qi vein, which is also known as the dragon vein.

But the last sentence that the master and his old man said are still confused.

At this moment, I encountered such a fierce place, this fierce aura is a hundred times worse than the mountain behind the sect, and the fierce land of Maoshan has two blessings, but what is the peerless array here?

Wuyun looked at it for a long time before he smiled bitterly: "The master really didn't lie to me, the green mountain building outside the mountain, the outer building, a mountain is higher than a mountain." The master arranges the formation, how can he break it with his consciousness, and if you want to blame it, blame me for my clumsiness. ”

Just as the clouds sighed, a man covered in mud came to the crematorium, and it seemed that he had traveled a long way and crossed mountains to get here.

The man was carrying a broken box, and when he saw where the clouds were, he asked, "Pick up someone?"

The dark cloud shook his head.

When the man saw the dark clouds, he asked, "Daoist?"

The dark clouds nodded, pretending to be a master.

"Liar!" the man said and left.

"Donor, please stay, do you know where the bank can go?" called out the dark cloud hurriedly.

This person didn't seem to be in a very good mood, and he just walked forward, and didn't pay attention to the dark clouds at all.

In this barren mountains and mountains, it is not easy to see such a living person, and the dark clouds naturally can't let him go, anyway, he is not the only one who calls himself a liar...

"Donor, your Yin Tang is black, your face is full of dust, your eyes are blank, and your steps are messy, but you have seen something that you shouldn't see?"

This sentence itself is a line, and the dark clouds have not been said less in the past two days. Most of the time, others are too lazy to take care of themselves, and when he subconsciously says it, he seems to have thought of the result.

But unexpectedly, the man turned back, looked at the dark clouds, and then asked, "Have you eaten?"

Wuyun replied seriously: "I haven't eaten for two days..."

"Come in with me," the man said.

"Donor, dare to ask your name?" asked Wuyun.

"My name is Tang Yan.."

Walking into the crematorium one after another, I only listened to the chatter of the dark clouds all the way, and sighed a lot.

"Hey, there's a row of weeping willows, and this kind of masculine plant can grow here?"

"Yikes... There is a big hole in the roof of this room, could it be that one of them asks?"

"Chrysanthemums grow towards the sun, is the chrysanthemum in this ditch a new variety?"

"Wow~!This green cabbage actually grows in the cabbage pile, could it be..."

“.....”

From the moment he walked into the crematorium, Tang Yan didn't say a word. It's not that he's cold, if it were normal, he might still be chatting with people for a while, but how can he still be in the mood now?

I used to come here by car, but this time I didn't, because Tang Yan was now very afraid of seeing people, afraid of death, and afraid that those inexplicable things before would happen again.

So... Chose to walk.

The city is nearly eighty miles away from here, and this eighty-mile road can be described as a footprint, a footprint walking down!

From last night to now, he hasn't eaten a drop of water or food, so you can imagine his mood at the moment.

The mountain road was already difficult to walk, and with a light rain last night, it was a blessing that I didn't wrestle.

This crematorium is managed by a good friend of Tang Laosan, and Tang Yan will come here to work part-time every holiday after going to college. And these things have happened again in the past few days, and he is ready to stay here permanently.

After all, the people who come here are all dead, and when everyone is dead, it is impossible to be as as before!

It can be said that this is Tang Yan's last reliance....

The work of the crematorium is not so difficult, it is much easier than killing pigs.

Throw the dead man into the furnace, open the gate, time it, close it... Take it out... Very simple...

As for the salary... I don't have a base salary, I rely on a commission to eat, burn a 300 yuan, and I can burn ten or eight in a month....

This is not a way out.

There are college students who go home to plow the fields, some work as contract foremen in the countryside, and some raise pheasants in the deep mountains and old forests... But like Tang Yan, who came to the deep mountains and old forests to burn people, it is estimated that it is also unprecedented.

But they are all temperamental, how can Tang Yan care about this?

pulled a green vegetable in the field, took a piece of bacon from the eaves, and walked into the narrow kitchen, Tang Yan began to cook skillfully.

I have to say that Tang Yan's craftsmanship is very good, and it didn't take long for three dishes and one soup to be ready.

When Tang Yan was cooking, the dark clouds walked around the entire crematorium, but he didn't find anything. But he still firmly believes that there is a great array of shelter here.

I can't see through it because my realm is not enough!

"Do you drink?" asked Tang Yan in the kitchen.

"Uh... That one.... Poor Dao still doesn't drink it! Just hungry.." The clouds hesitated.

"The monk can find the young lady, what happens to the Taoist priest when he drinks?" Tang Yan asked.

"Miss... Yikes... Let's have a drink!"

A very small dining table, a few light side dishes, and half a catty of barley wine instantly shortened the distance between the two.

"You say you're from the Maoshan faction? What other 108 generations... Stop, shall we tell us something real?"

"I'm not lying, I'm not going to lie...."

"Does Lin Zhengying know?"

"This... I don't know, isn't it famous?"

"You don't even know this, and you say what kind of descendant are you?"

"Poor Dao is really the hundredth generation of Maoshan descendants. ”

"Heirs... That's what you're like?"

After chatting for a while, Tang Yan thought that he had figured out the details of the dark clouds. I think this is another charlatan, or the kind of liar who has just debuted, so what kind of Yintang is black... What a messy footing.. I guess it's just a line.

Of course, in this deep mountain and old forest, it is also more interesting to meet a liar.

"I can prove that I am a descendant of Maoshan, look... This is the Maoshan Order. "The clouds are still justifying.

"Oh... Maoshan Order, okay! Maoshan Order.."

"How can you not believe it?" the dark clouds were extremely depressed.

"Can you fly?" asked Tang Yan.

"No, it won't..."

"Master, that... After eating, you better go..."

“.....”

The meal was finished, but the dark clouds did not leave, and after a few glasses of wine, he was already drunk and fell to the ground.

Seeing that the amount of alcohol was so poor, Tang Yan was even more sure that this was a liar. Anyway, the crematorium didn't have anything for him to cheat, so he didn't pay attention to it.

After eating and drinking, packing the meal, Tang Yan walked towards the back mountain.

Happy Crematorium is a full-service organization, in addition to providing cremation services, there are also kilometers behind the mountain for people to choose. There is only one person in charge of the huge crematorium, and this person is Tang Yan's father's good brother - Zhao Xingxing, and the crematorium is named after him.

Under normal circumstances, at this time, Lao Zhao is in the back mountain.

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