The moon moved high in the sky, and Zhiyi and Cang'er jumped onto the roof of the temple, and the two did not run to the backyard, but looked for the priest's room.

At this moment there was a sound of snoring in the priest's room, and the two lifted the tiles of the house, and saw the priest sleeping soundly on the bed.

The priests summoned the people early in the morning and usually went to bed early.

Zhiyi has always had a look at Cang's ears, turned a somersault behind Cang's ears, quietly landed, sneaked into the priest's room, stunned the priest, rolled up the quilt, resisted on his shoulders, and flew back to the roof.

The two turned to the backyard, and Zhiyi took out the black bag on his waist and released dozens of bats.

The backyard was bloody, and bats smelled blood and flapped their wings against the door.

The guards were shocked and took torches to drive away the bats, and while the guards were driving away the bats, Chiichi and Cang'er flew down from the roof and slipped into one of the rooms.

There were seven people lying in the room, all unconscious, and these were the people who were about to be used for the experiment.

Cang'er mixed the priest into it, and Zhiyi took out a dagger, shaved the priest's beard and eyebrows, and looked at it carefully, and now he didn't recognize him.

After everything was done, the two returned to the roof and hid behind the ridge.

The Dharma protectors chased away the bats, and the backyard was calm again.

At this moment several men dressed in gray walked into the priest's room, and the lights in the room were bright, reflecting the shadows of the men in gray.

Half an hour later, a cry of pain sounded, and everyone recognized the sound as the priest's cry, looked at each other, rushed into the room, and Zhiyi and Cang'er looked at each other and smiled, and left the temple.

The next day, the temple gates were closed, and the priest announced that he was preparing for blessings, and that the people of the Sichuan would no longer send the sick to the temple.

Hua Jin felt that something was wrong, and asked when Zhiyi delivered the medicine, "Did you do something?"

The silver whistle next to him interjected, "The master made the priest also lose a piece of intestines." ”

Hua Jin couldn't help laughing, "You can figure it out, being teased by you like this, he is afraid that he will have to lie down for half a month." ”

"I am accumulating blessings for him, so that he will not come out and harm others. ”

"Although he can't harm people for the time being, the plague in Sichuan has not been curbed, and I am ready to donate the profits of Tim Jin to help Chuandi. ”

Bai Luo went around for free clinics, and Hua Jin paid for medicine to help the people of Sichuan.

Zhiyi agreed with the rescue, "What about water burial? Water burial is the source, and it is more important to treat the source." ”

Water burial is a custom that has existed in Sichuan since ancient times, how can it be reversed in one day, Hua Jin was stunned, "It is a headache." ”

He noticed that Zhiyi looked relaxed and asked, "Do you have a solution?"

"I think that money can make ghosts grind, and if cremation can be paid, do you think they will choose cremation?"

Silver Whistle immediately applauded, Hua Jin's eyes lit up, "It's still your ghost clever, just do it." ”

On the same day, there was news that people in Sichuan could receive money for cremation, and the people of Sichuan did not believe it at first, until someone around really received the silver, and everyone did not believe it.

After that, whoever died, they were all cremated, and water burials gradually decreased.

After five days of cremation, Silver Whistle suddenly knocked on the door of a room, "Master, it's no good, we are surrounded by people." ”

Zhiyi pushed open the window, but saw that there were all red people under the tree, and judging from their clothes, they were the protectors of the temple.

Knowing that downstairs, a man with a black belt on his head was standing in the hall, and when he heard the footsteps, he turned around and said fiercely: "You are the one who advocates cremation?"

"Yes, it's me. ”

"You are so bold! Water burial is the custom of our Sichuan land, you use money to lure people to cremation, disturb the Sichuan land, blasphemy, I will dispose of you. ”

Zhiyi's eyes were half-narrowed, and he asked coldly, "Who are you?"