Buddhism dissolves evil qi like winter snow meets the sun.

Before Song Qingyun could feel the compassion of the Buddhism, the lotus flower turned into a little brilliance and disappeared in the air, and several headhunters looked sideways at the old monk in front of them with a little more reverence. I never imagined that I would be able to witness the Buddhist mantra in my lifetime. The respect of Buddhism has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people since ancient times, and even if there is an emperor who destroys the Buddha, it cannot stop the psychological effect of the people's hearts to the Buddha.

Buddhism pays attention to the cycle of cause and effect, and the people of the land of China believe that it is not unreasonable to believe in the Buddha, and Confucianism has the reason of heaven and retribution. Taoism pays attention to the positive results of quietness and inaction.

Ci'en extinguished his evil spirit, and looked back at Cai Ji who was still smoking a cigarette on the side. Old man Cai has lived a long time, so he naturally knows why Ci'en made such a big move, and he must have asked someone for later. If I'm not mistaken, it's the charred corpse.

Ci'en clasped his hands together and said to Cai Ji's side: "Cai Zhutou, the poor monk has something to ask for, and I hope you agree." ”

Cai Ji put away his pipe, put his hand on the hilt of the knife and said, "The holy monk is polite, you have something to say." ”

Looking at the posture, Cai Ji didn't plan to work in vain, Ci'en said at a glance: "I want to ask you to help clean up this corpse." I may identify them one by one. ”

Cai Ji also squinted at Ci'en, picked up the pipe in his hand and smoked it again.

Song Qingyun walked over and said, "Holy monk, you are polite, of course we do this kind of rough work." ”

Cai Ji, who heard this, was furious, kicked Song Qingyun away and said, "Do you have the right to speak, a dog cub who hasn't grown any hair? ”

Song Qingyun, who was not angry, walked away aggrieved. He himself thinks that helping Buddhism do things is to accumulate yin virtue, which is a rare good thing, why Cai Tou is like eating gunpowder, looking at the gloating expressions of his colleagues, Song Qingyun, who is confused, is very puzzled.

One of them patted Song Qingyun on the shoulder and whispered: "Cai Tou is asking us for something, but the county government's fast catcher is not a coolie, and he will do whatever the Buddhist family tells us to do?"

However, Song Qingyun felt that doing so would always damage his own luck, and just now Ci Enlu was telling the old monks that they also had means.

It's a pity that this Cai Ji is an old fritter, and the lord who doesn't see the rabbit and doesn't scatter the eagle took a puff of cigarette and said slowly: "The holy monk is right, but you see that the huge county government is really hard to get rid of a few of us, otherwise it is better to return to the county government first, and then tell the county magistrate to let him take out the prisoners in prison and help you separate the body." ”

Ci'en clasped his hands together and said: "Cai Zhutou's idea is good, but this is not only a matter of manpower, not to mention the time back and forth, just asking for the documents of the county master will take several days, plus the time for the prison warden, Sima and other people to sign and draw the detention is more than ten days, and the time is not allowed at all." Or please Cai Zhutou to work hard. It's just a little bit of a meaning, please laugh at it. The old monk took out a silver dollar from his coat and put it into Cai Ji's hand.

The old monk was very good, and Cai Ji weighed the silver dollar in his hand about twenty taels. His face immediately changed to a smile and he said, "Whatever you say, your business is our business." The stinky boys gave me some help to dispose of the corpse before it was dark. ”

The advantage of catching quickly is naturally to happily clean up the corpses in the ashes one by one, and the strong corpse stench spreads and makes people vomit. Ci'en took out ten pills from his arms and said, "The corpse smell is poisonous, and my pill can detoxify the corpse." "Catch quickly and eat the pill without hesitation. Sure enough, the poisonous gas accumulated in the body continued to shoot out, but fortunately, at this time, the mountain wind gusted to blow away the stench.

Some of the charred corpses were reduced to ashes. Strips of extremely fine silk were pocketed by the old monk. But all the robbers who have been treated by the old monk will have a piece of silk left in their bodies. This is to leave a mark for the bandits. A secret that only mercy knows.

Song Qingyun complained and said: "Cai Tou, we also have to collect money for the Holy Monk's errands, I'm afraid that I won't want this money if we damage Yin De." ”

Cai Ji glared at Song Qingyun fiercely, and said with hatred: "You conscienceless son of a bitch, do you want to be a lifeless catcher." Why did my baby girl fall in love with you brainless guy. You have to waste a few times in the triennial imperial examination. It's not that I, as a father-in-law, favor you. Look at how many talents have been produced in our county. In the past few years, it can be regarded as half a talent. It's a pity that you don't wait for people to do such things. Qingyun, is this money for you to keep for the imperial examination? Coupled with these ten taels of silver ingots and family savings, I can try my luck in the capital. After this trip, you will leave for Bianliang to prepare for the next imperial examination. Luckily, the jinshi is also a glorious lintel. Fight for my daughter. Don't be blinded by others. ”

On this side, Cai Ji made a wishful thinking in his heart, and Ci'en on the other side counted the silk in his hand, and there was one missing, which means that there was still one person who did not die in this fire.

In the afternoon, the catchers cleaned up the corpses in the Thanksgiving Temple, some of which were glued together and could not be separated at all. Cai Ji, who was tired and sweating profusely, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his jet-black hands, and the hands and faces of more than a dozen people were turned black with charcoal. After cleaning up the corpse, Cai Ji shouted to go to the river to clean his body. The old monk was left alone.

The river water under the mountain is crystal clear, and it was recklessly washed into the river by a few big men, and the river water was dyed ink, and the cool river water washed away the tiredness of the whole afternoon. The slimy sweat on his body was replaced by river water.

One of the youngest catchers pulled Song Qingyun and asked, "Why are the holy monks still staring at that scorching corpse in a daze? Is it said that they want to give them an excess? I heard that if there are senior monks in the family who go to chant sutras and recite Buddha, they can keep their families safe." Later, I'll go and talk to him and let him go to my house to recite the sutras, so that I can surpass my father, who has been a butcher all his life. ”

Song Qingyun washed his black hands with river water and said: "I heard about it, but if we asked him for silver, can he be willing to recite the scriptures and chant the Buddha? Zheng Goudan, do you want to invite Cai Tou to go?"

"Poor my old man came to me every night to tell me that he was suffering in the underworld. Zheng Goudan said.

Cai Ji listened to Zheng Goudan's words and said: "This is okay, I guess it is estimated that the old monk will ask us for something later." It shouldn't be difficult to get him to recite sutras. ”

After a group of people washed their bodies, they came out of the river and saw the old monk muttering to himself alone. Cai Ji walked over with the catcher and arched his hand: "Holy monk, this hour is not early. Let's go back quickly. ”

Ci'en grabbed Cai Ji's arm tightly with both hands and said, "Cai Zhutou, wait." When the sun rises, let's go back? The poor monk has something important to do here. ”

"This... No, my brother is out of class and should go back to rest for a day. Cai Ji was embarrassed.

Ci En said: "This is okay, I will add money, and I will definitely not disappoint you." ”

Cai Ji said with a smile: "Where is the holy monk, but I really have something to ask for, Zheng Goudan will come over to Lao Tzu." It's this kid, he has something to ask you. ”

Zheng Goudan immediately ran over and said, "Holy Monk Holy Monk." I'm Zheng Dogan. ”

Ci'en clasped his hands together and said, "Master Zheng, I don't know what is the matter with you?"

"My father was a butcher and died a few years ago, but he kept telling me in his dreams that he would slaughter dogs and pigs in this life and repay his karma after his death, and he would go to the eighteenth layer of hell to suffer, and he has not yet been reincarnated. I implore the holy monk to go to his home for his deceased father to go through the reincarnation. Zheng Goudan said.

Kindness said: "Amitabha, this is retribution. Since Lord Zheng is filial, after this place is finished, he will go to your house to recite the scriptures for a day to surpass your father. Just watch out ... ”

"Haha, where is the holy monk, I will accompany the holy monk. Cai Ji said with a smile.

Ci En said: "It's really hard for everyone. ”

Cai Ji ordered people to go to the forest to hunt some game, and came back to pay attention to this as today's dinner. Luckily, the trappers caught three rabbits and a small wild boar. But Mercy was there, and no one was allowed to kill the four little animals. Those who drink wine and eat meat can only eat some wild fruits and cucumbers to satisfy their hunger.

If you want to talk about where the cucumbers come from, when the old monk was in the Thanksgiving Temple, he opened a few acres of wasteland and grew some vegetables for himself to be self-sufficient. Chewing a crisp cucumber, Cai Ji complained and didn't set off. On the contrary, Song Qingyun ate with relish. He also recited some ancient plain text from time to time.

When the moon rose in the treetops, the old monk sat cross-legged and silently recited the incantation in his mouth, and a gust of yin wind blew from the mountain, with bursts of chill, and everyone invariably approached Ci'en.

After the gloomy wind, a fierce black ghost emerged from the ground and let out a creepy low roar, "Who is calling me?"

Everyone was frightened, and Cai Ji, who was well-informed, couldn't help but turn pale, the things that crawled out of the ground were as big as a bucket, their ears were like a fan, and their eyes, nose, and mouth seemed to be crowded together. The thin figure was less than three feet, and his slender right hand held a jet-black iron chain. The smell of disgust emanates from all over the body, but anyone who practices can tell at a glance that this is the most disgusting and filthy soul seducer in hell - the ghast messenger, who specializes in detaining the souls of those who have fallen into the grass and are full of evil bandits and thieves and traitors. Those who are good are genuine soul-bound messengers.

The ghast messenger is as his name suggests. He himself is the evil thoughts of hell, and after thousands of years, ten Nether Kings infused mana, but any ghast spirit he detains will be tortured by him for several days before sending their souls into the Netherworld.

Ci'en closed his eyes and said, "It's me!"

The sight of the ghast messenger's small eyes was clear in the dark night, and he recognized the mercy that exuded the light of the Buddha at a glance, and he quickly knelt down and said, "The villain has eyes but does not know Mount Tai. I beg the immortals to spare their lives. The immortal spares his life. ”

"Get up and talk back. "Kindness. "Tell me about what happened last night. ”

The ghast messenger bowed his head tremblingly, not daring to speak.

Ci'en whispered "Huh?!".

The ghast messenger who was struck by lightning knelt down in fright and said: "The immortal spares his life, the immortal spares his life, it's not that the villain doesn't say it, but he doesn't dare." That man is not small, and I can be angry. ”

Ci'en said: "Then who is responsible for the more than 500 people who died in vain? Can you bear it as a mere ghost?"

"The immortals save me, the immortals save me. I don't want to be wiped out. The ghast messenger said.

Ci En said majestically: "Do you have to poke out the great calamity before you are willing to tell the story of last night, you are just a pawn except for the Buddha, who is willing to protect you." ”

The ghast messenger's face was frightened, and the ghostly aura in his body fluctuated from strength to strength. The tiny eyes kept spinning. The ears incite. Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind and was about to speak. Seeing the ghostly fire around him rushing from the ground, the ghast messenger turned into a wisp of green smoke before he could scream.

Ci'en stood up and said, "Who is it?"

A dark shadow emerges from the night.