I said yes, jumped out of the car, and handed the baby corpse to Master Deling.

Anyway, they are all protectors of Buddhism, and they are accustomed to this kind of thing.

Then I grabbed my handbag and hurried behind the boss.

The temple has already become a mess.

Some monks were busy boiling water, while others hurried out to get medicine.

Inside the main hall, a white-bearded old monk said calmly: "What are you panicking about! Dekun, Deping, you two stay. ”

"Everyone else went back to their rooms! Tell Senior Brother Minghai that we can handle the matter here, and there is no need to send someone over to help. ”

The prestige of the old monk in the temple is very high, and when he gave an order, the people around him saluted the old monk one after another, and then left quickly.

It was only at this time that Zhang Sanfen walked into the main hall quickly and said, "Master Mingyi, it's me." ”

When the white-bearded old monk saw Zhang Sanfen coming in, his eyes lit up.

He said quickly, "I was about to contact you for help, and you came over." ”

"Mr. Zhang, it's a little cursed corpse in western Sichuan!"

Hearing the five words of the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan, I suddenly had a thrill, and immediately remembered that strange phone call.

In recent days, people have been calling the funeral home, saying that there is a gathering of small cursed corpses in western Sichuan.

But after the boss connected, the other party left a fake phone call.

Afterwards, the boss entrusted Lao Feng to check this phone number and found that it was an ordinary person.

This makes the boss a little confused.

The other party said so sincerely on the phone that he came over in person.

But after the boss agreed, the other party left a fake phone call.

It's really confusing.

I wanted to wait for that phone call in the evening, but who thought that Master Deming of the Berlin Zen Temple was actually the corpse poison of the small cursed corpse in western Sichuan!

The boss's expression changed and he said, "Has anyone else touched Master Deming?" ”

The old monk shook his head quickly and said, "Master Deming's nephew came back alone, and when he came back, he sternly warned everyone not to touch him!" ”

"I wrapped him in a robe, and that stopped the spread of the corpse poison."

Zhang Sanfen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Inform all the monks in the temple that they are not allowed to approach the backyard. This thing is contagious, and once touched, it will be infected with corpse poison. ”

"Tomorrow the temple will be closed for a day, and don't let good men and women come over to offer incense, so as not to be injured by corpse poison."

The old monk nodded and said, "I'll tell the senior brother in charge." ”

Zhang Sanfen said again: "I'll take a look!" ”

I opened the package, handed Zhang Sanfen a pair of gloves to touch the corpse, and said, "Boss, be careful!" ”

Zhang Sanfen nodded, then put on gloves, walked to the side of the bed, and reached out to lift the robe on Master Deming's body.

As soon as I lifted the robe, I smelled an extremely unpleasant smell of corpses.

It's like rotten food that has been put in a pot and boiled for half an hour.

Zhang Sanfen's hand was very steady, and he whispered: "Lao He, take out the Sanyang wine." ”

I hurriedly opened my handbag and pulled out a glass bottle.

When I handed it over, I glanced at Master Deming.

Master Deming's face was already showing signs of festering, and there were pus everywhere.

If it weren't for the robe, it is estimated that Master Deming's entire body would have rotted.

Zhang Sanfen took the Sanyang wine, opened it and took a sip, and then squirted it on Master Deming's face.

Stimulated by the alcohol, Master Deming roared in pain, and almost didn't break free from his robe.

Zhang Sanfen stretched out his hand and pressed it and said, "Don't move!" ”

He has great strength, and if he presses it down, Master Deming really can't move.

Then I heard Master Deming gasping and saying, "Zhang San? ”

Zhang Sanfen said: "It's me." ”

Master Deming said quickly: "There is a problem with the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan!" ”

"That's a cursed corpse! Whoever touches it dies! Don't go! ”

Zhang Sanfen said calmly: "I know, you take care of your injuries first." ”

Master Deming suddenly became excited, and said hurriedly: "I can't do it anymore!" ”

"When I die, the corpse poison in my body will become a corpse worm! This thing has wings, and wherever it flies, it can spread corpse poison! ”

"Prepare the fire now! Burn me! ”

"Burn it now!"

Zhang Sanfen hesitated slightly, and Master Deming's tone suddenly became intense: "What are you hesitating about!" ”

"Go get ready for gasoline and fire now! When I'm dead, it's too late! ”

Zhang Sanfen said helplessly: "Master Mingyi, please ask someone to prepare gasoline and fire." ”

For the sake of today's plan, we must first calm the emotions of the wounded.

Old monk Mingyi nodded and said, "I'll let someone arrange it immediately." ”

Zhang Sanfen said again: "Master Deming, who waved the flag to touch the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan?" ”

"How many of you went?"

Master Deming hurriedly said: "It's the corpse keeper of western Sichuan!" There were seven of us! Only I came back alive! ”

"Zhang San! The corpse is awake! The corpse is awake! ”

"You don't go! Don't go! ”

Master Deming's face was full of pus, and with that terrible voice, my hair exploded when I heard it.

What the hell is this little cursed corpse in western Sichuan?

Zhang Sanfen nodded and said, "I know, don't worry, you just need to take care of your injuries." ”

He put the robe back on Master Deming's face to stop the corpse poison from getting worse.

Then I heard the old monk Mingyi ask softly, "How is it?" ”

Zhang Sanfen said: "The corpse is poisoned into the body, and it is difficult to save it. ”

The old monk Mingyi folded his hands and recited a Buddha name in a low voice.

He said softly: "Before Master Deming's nephew left, the old monk once persuaded him not to touch the little curse corpse in western Sichuan. Once this kind of thing is born, it will definitely be infinitely poisonous. ”

But he said that the more corpses like this, the more they should be dug up and disposed of. Otherwise, sooner or later it will be a ticking time bomb. ”

"So he packed his bags and went with the people without hesitation."

Zhang Sanfen asked, "How long ago did he go?" ”

Old monk Mingyi silently calculated and said, "Today is the fourth day. ”

Zhang Sanfen glanced at me, and that day I left the detention center and joined the night shift manager of the Nanshan Funeral Home.

Zhang Sanfen said: "The corpse poison on Master Deming's body is difficult to deal with, but we can't just burn him. ”

"Master Mingyi, I need Sanyang wine, it's a lot of wine! You'd better send someone to the official family to buy it. ”

"Soak Master Deming's body with strong liquor to stop the spread of corpse poison."

"Prepare another airtight room and transport Master Deming inside, so that once he dies, even if a corpse moth flies out, it won't spread to the surrounding area."

Master Mingyi nodded slightly and said, "The old monk will send his disciples to get busy." ”

Zhang Sanfen said again; "What about Master Deming's previous phone?"

A monk next to him said, "Senior brother didn't have a mobile phone when he came back. ”

Zhang Sanfen frowned slightly.

Without a phone, there is no positioning.

Without positioning, it is impossible to determine where the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan woke up.