A few little mice, using the Buddha's head as a nest, squeaked and gnawed inside.

As Murphy screamed, I subconsciously dodged.

She grabbed softly, and my arm escaped.

Before that, she had scratched my arm with countless bruises.

Sun Mingjin was surprised, "How can a mouse eat soil?"

I pinched a handful of soil from the Buddha statue, put it to my nose and sniffed it, "This is not ordinary clay, but special plastic clay."

"In the past, when people made clay sculptures, the center would be made of tree branches and copper to make a skeleton, and the outside would be sifted yellow clay, mixed with glutinous rice, and plant ash to increase its viscosity."

"Because there are plant ashes and glutinous rice, it is easy for rats to eat, so a layer of alum water will be brushed on the outside."

"The dirt washes away the alum, and the rats make nests in it."

Seven broken red lanterns hang from the temple ahead.

Looking at the order of the lanterns, there are four on the left and right, and one is broken due to disrepair.

Judging by the hexagram of the six hexagrams, the number of seven is particularly unlucky.

The broken Buddha head, the faded lanterns, and the broken temple that gave me a chill on my back and cold sweat flowed unconsciously were not good signs.

In the dark, the mystical cultivator's perception of danger forced me to leave here.

At the same time, I can also sense that Wei Fubao is nearby.

"The three of us are scattered, and we all put out twelve points of energy, beware of danger!"

I walked at the forefront, looking around vigilantly, and approaching the temple gate step by step.

The dilapidated wooden door opened, and what I didn't expect was that in the dilapidated room, there was a pile of tributes on the incense table under the huge broken Buddha statue.

A few fresh peaches, apples, peach crisp and jujube steamed buns.

There were signs of eating the tribute, the ground was covered with biscuit crumbs, and the corner was covered with hay and a mat on top.

Outside the mat, a corpse crawling with flies could be seen, and rats were shuttling inside.

The smell of corpses inside was very faint, so it could be seen that he had not been dead for a long time.

After entering the door, and making sure that there was no danger, Murphy took out the disposable rubber gloves in his pocket, lifted the mat and began the autopsy.

Sun Mingjin and I felt a little disgusted and stood from a distance and watched.

After checking for a moment, Murphy threw away the gloves.

"The deceased was about forty-five years old, his clothes were not in season and did not fit, his body was dirty and muddy, and his dead skin was stacked into ringworm, he should be a perennial homeless man."

"Cause of Death...... The cheeks are emaciated, the eye circles are heavy, and they should be weak to death."

"As for the appearance of death, it is similar to the old man under the bridge cave before."

"In his hand, there is still the dregs of peach crisp, which should be stealing tribute here all year round."

Suddenly, a gust of wind opened the hidden temple door.

I subconsciously looked out of the door, and an old man in a yellow vest dressed as a cleaner was pushing a cart along the winding mountain road with difficulty, approaching the direction of the temple gate.

"Uncle, I'll help you!"

Sun Mingjin wanted to go down to help, but I held him down on the shoulder.

Murphy glanced at me, probably understanding what was going on, and his palm quietly rested on the scabbard.

The old man walked to the door, coughed twice, and looked at us with a smile.

"Three, are you here to worship the Buddha?"

"Yes."

I replied with a blank face, and then asked vigilantly, "This mountain has been abandoned for a long time, how did you get here, a cleaner?"

The old man did not answer, but knelt down to himself, folded his hands, and kowtowed towards the headless Buddha statue.

After kowtowing three times, the old man got up, took out a shroud from his pocket, loaded the corpse in the straw pile, and carried it to the cart at the door.

After resisting the corpse, he took the tribute from his pocket and replaced the contents of the plate.

"This ruined temple will never be visited by others in a hundred lifetimes."

"Yes to some homeless people

For the unemployed, it is simply a treasure of feng shui."

"They used to live in city parks, on the side of the road. In the past two years, they have been engaged in civilization construction and driven them all to the suburbs."

"The park here is only about five kilometers north of the deserted urban village."

"They'll find houses that no one lives in, and some of them live in ruined temples."

"Most of the tributes I have placed here are for them to eat."

"Tribute is a thing, people worship God, God smells people eat."

"When they eat it, it can be regarded as accumulating virtue and doing good deeds for me, and after a hundred years, when they go to the underworld, they will also be reincarnated."

The old man looked kind, and it is estimated that whoever sees it will give a thumbs up and praise a good person.

I pointed to the corpse outside and asked, "What are you going to do with it?"

"Go out and find a place to bury it, lest there be a plague."

I smiled and nodded, "You really have the heart of a bodhisattva, and you will definitely have good rewards in the future."

"It just so happens that the three of us are fine today, so I'll give you a ride."

"Don't, don't."

The old man, who was kind and kind just now, looked nervous at this moment, and hurriedly waved his hand at me, "Burying the corpse is a matter of accumulating merit, don't rob it with my old man."

"Besides, I'm so strong that I don't need your help."

I didn't argue, "Then I wish you a nice trip."

The old man pulled the cart and creaked slowly along the mountain road.

Murphy asked in a low voice, "Hidden Dragon, this old man is weird, did Wei Fubao use illusions?"

"No, he's just an ordinary old man."

I frowned and thought for a moment, "Let's go over and see what the hell he's up to!"

The three of us, tiptoeing after the old man, followed him for three miles, watching him carry the corpse out of the straw mat and into the abandoned cellar.

"Damn, I'm still so heavy when I'm a bum, and I don't let Lao Tzu save a little!"

After the words fell, the old man laboriously lifted a large bluestone slab and covered the cellar.

He took out the cigarette pouch and pot from his waist, lit it, and smoked it in large gulps.

I walked out from behind the tree where I was hiding, clapped my hands, "Old man, you are such a compassionate heart."

"It's just...... The method of sending the corpse back to the west is too special."

The old man's eyes were vigilant, and he subconsciously pulled out a rusty sickle from his waist, "Housheng, I advise you to be nosy!"

"Besides, this guy died on his own, and it has nothing to do with me, even if you call the police, I'm not afraid!"

There is nothing wrong with what the old man said, and it is really useless to call the police.

I winked at Murphy, and she didn't hesitate to drop her knife.

An afterimage flashed, the sickle was cut in half, the old man's face turned pale, and he asked in horror, "You...... What do you want to do?"