The fat man's face changed suddenly: "Patrol the Yaksha? You're not kidding me, are you? ”

I sneered: "I think, I still have the heart to joke? ”

The fat man's eyes rolled, and he still asked suspiciously:

"How can you conclude that the skeleton is the Yaksha of the Patrol Sea? Could it be that the bones of the Yaksha are different from the bones of normal people? ”

"Can anyone tell me what the Yaksha is for?" Pan Ying still couldn't bear to ask, "It's definitely not the little brother under the command of the Dragon King, right?" ”

Perhaps it was because of the shared suffering, but the fat man was good to her, and immediately explained:

The so-called Yaksha is actually a very special legend. Legend has it that the executioner who was in charge of execution in ancient times generally did not have good results, because he killed too many people, and it was good to end up alone in the end, and he would still suffer retribution in the next life.

However, there is a rumor in the executioner's profession that if the executioner wants to atone for his sins, he can go to the seaside to find a village after retirement, donate all his wealth to the village, and then live in this village, and when he dies of old age, he will be appointed by the dragon king of the sea to govern the local patrol of the sea.

When the 'tenure' expires, and then go to reincarnation, you will not suffer from the reincarnation.

There is another theory that if the executioner has no money, he can also throw himself into the sea of martyrdom, and the same effect can be achieved.

The fat man didn't end his pie, and then he asked me, how can I be sure that the bones in 'Golden Boy' are the Yaksha of the Patrol?

When I saw that the flood was going to go away, and that there was still a little while, I said,

The so-called executioner's knife, the eye of the craft, the craftsmanship of the paper-binding man, and the needlework of the second tanner, these four lines are all occupations for making money in the Yin Gate, and each line has many rules and regulations.

Speaking of executioners alone, just like the fat man said, although they are people in the public family, they usually do not have a very good result because of the heavy killing.

But even so, it doesn't mean that ordinary people can do this casually for the sake of their current life and immediate interests.

In other words, to do this business, there is also a inheritance.

The eight characters of life and the physiognomy of the bones must meet the conditions, and it is even more difficult to receive training since childhood.

Seeing that Ji Yayun and the others were still a little nervous, I quipped:

"There is no need to elaborate on how an executioner practices his craft, but to be a qualified executioner, he must first be a good cook. Let's just think about it, there is a famous dish called Wensi Tofu, which is said to have been invented by the executioner. ”

"What's Wensi Tofu?" Dou Dabao asked.

The fat man sucked his saliva and said, "Just cut the tender tofu thinner than the shredded potatoes, then boil it with boiling water to remove the beany smell, then soak it in cold water, and then cook it in the broth, the taste is ......."

I grinned at Ji Yayun: "Do you know how powerful the executioner's skill is?" ”

Ji Yayun just glanced at me, and Lin Tong suddenly blinked his eyes and asked me:

"Who is Bai Changsheng? How did I come up with such a name out of nowhere? ”

I stared at her eyes for a long time, and sighed: "Bai Changsheng is a corpse separation, but it was not the executioner, but a good person who was killed by the Japanese devils." ”

The fat man pulled me, "Don't talk about it yet, just say, how can you determine that the dead man's bones are Yaksha's!" ”

I was about to push him away, but with a twist of my mind, I put my hand on his shoulder, and groped with one hand on the back of his erection neck and said:

"There are many ways for executioners to practice their craft, and as far as I know, most of them keep a monkey when they learn the art. Because the neck bones of monkeys and humans are similar in structure, they will grope for a few bones on the back of the monkey's neck, which is called 'abacus beads' in the jargon, in order to ......"

"I'll go to Uncle!"

The fat man reacted before I could continue, and grabbed me away.

Sang Lan turned his gaze to the corpse of the old monkey, "This monkey was raised by the executioner?" ”

I sighed, "Look at the back of my neck, nine times out of ten." But speaking of which, it is difficult for the executioner to have friends, and the monkey that is usually used to 'practice his hands' has a deep relationship with the executioner like a relative. ”

Pan Ying looked sideways at the old monkey's corpse for a while, and suddenly turned around and bowed to the old monkey: "Mr. Monkey, Grandpa Sun, although we are not friends, we have to be relatives, right?" How else to say that man is a monkey become? We are bothering you, but none of us are villains like the White Bone Spirit, nor are we the kind of demons and monsters who have the backing of the Buddha. Although you have a bad temper, you have a sharp eye, and you can bless us with peace and sound. ”

"I don't really feel its conscious existence." Lin Tong frowned and said to me, "But I don't understand, why can I only see that monkey just now, and still be able to touch it?" ”

Sang Lan also looked at me and said, "This old monkey may really have spirituality, but its spirituality has been dissipated negligibly, and the ghost hall can't find it, which really means that it has disappeared from this world." Why is it still accessible? ”

I shook my head, "It's still the same sentence, the Xuanmen is like the sea, and we can't explain too much." ”

The fat man said: "Let's get back to the point, the original intention of the construction of this ancestral hall, why there are monkey corpses and bones in the mud fetus, these are impossible to answer now." Let's just say that this skeleton is really the skeleton of the Yaksha of the Patrol Sea, then ......"

Before he finished speaking, his face had changed again: "I'll go!" The bones are boiled... The pot at the entrance of the village is stewed with 'human' meat...... Could it be that the villagers really caught the Yaksha and stewed the Yaksha? ”

I snorted, "So far, that's the case." ”

The fat man was stunned, and shook his head like a rattle: "Impossible, the meat has just been eaten, how can the bones be ......?"

"Shut up!"

As soon as I gave him a scold, I heard Sang Lan say: "Since we 'got lost', the sky has not changed, but it seems that since not long ago, time has been changing by multipliers. Why do I feel that in less than two days, it seems like three seasons have changed? ”

"That's right." I pointed to the bottom of the altar, "If it hadn't changed, how could the flood have receded so quickly?" ”

The fat man looked down and said with a pale face:

"If the legend is true, whoever harmed the life of the Yaksha of the Patrol Sea, the Dragon Lord will never spare anyone, not to mention that those villagers ate the meat of the Yaksha! Don't...... Is it really like the legend that the villagers who killed the Yaksha were detained in the Mirage Ghost Domain? In that case, wouldn't we be in a mirage now? ”

I laughed dryly: "If the legend is true, shouldn't I congratulate and get it right?" ”

"Don't it!" The fat man suddenly burst out: "How can the legend be true? We are living people, how can a living person enter a mirage! ”