"His name is Wu Jian. The voice behind Ling Jiang said softly.

"Wu Jian?" sounds like a killer's name.

Wu Jian, who was outside the door, looked around for a while, began to walk around, and then walked farther and farther, disappearing from the sight of the two.

"Where is he going?" asked Ling Jiang in a low voice.

When he reaches the end of the Yin and Yang Road, he will naturally return to the Yang Realm. The voice behind him spoke, only to hear a loud sound, a candle flame slowly lit, Ling Jiang looked around, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

This is...... Coffin!

Mountains of coffins, stacked on top of each other, coffins of each size are arranged neatly, I don't know, I thought I walked into the emperor's burial room.

This house is not small, but because of the accumulation of coffins, only a small open space is left, and only a set of tables and chairs are placed, and it already occupies six or seven out of ten places. Sitting on the chair was a man in a yellow robe, his hair was very thin, and he looked like a monk, but on the yellow robe, there were strange words written on it, and Ling Jiang Mo could read it, it was a dark script.

Also known as the funeral book, it is written in the tomb of the emperor only after his death. Regarding these, Ling Jiang only read about it in a book by accident, but he didn't expect it to really exist.

"Who are you?" asked the boy in a low voice as he got up from the ground, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

The man got up, stepped forward and closed the door, then returned to the table and poured a cup of tea for Ling Jiang, "This coffin shop is opened by me, you can call me Liangchen." ”

"Liangchen?" Ling Jiang whispered, what a strange name.

"What did you do, why did Wu Jian chase after you?" asked Liangchen as he squeezed another teacup and took a sip of tea.

Ling Jiang shook his head, "I don't know him at all." ”

"Have you ever heard of the old Wu family?" Liangchen then asked.

"Old Wu's family?" Ling Jiang was stunned, he had never heard of this family, let alone this, he didn't even know a person surnamed Wu.

Liangchen said: "The old Wu family, the descendants of the founding heroes of the Great Zhou Dynasty, has a lot of status in the court. Of course, if you can accuse Wu Jian of the Wu family of assassinating you, then you don't need to take action at all, and the Great Zhou Sage will definitely clean up the portal by himself. ”

"The descendants of the founding heroes?" Ling Jiang couldn't help but gasp, this background is also too big, although it is naturally inferior to the left and right phases in terms of power, but its status is much higher than the current two phases, and even Lord Shangshu, who is in charge of hundreds of officials.

Why did he provoke such a big Buddha?

"Of course. Liangchen continued, "Now that you have no evidence, you naturally can't explain anything. However, if you get out of Wu Jian's hands this time, then the next time, they will plan a more rigorous assassination, and you are afraid that it will be difficult to escape. ”

Ling Jiang was still in shock, but because of Liangchen's words, he suddenly came to his senses. He continued, "Why do you know so much about this? Who are you? This is Yin Yang Road, do you open a coffin shop on Yin Yang Road?"

"Haha......" Liangchen couldn't help laughing twice, "Interesting." ”

As he spoke, he walked over to the door and opened the door panel that had just been closed again.

The door panel was open, and the boy was dumbfounded.

Where is the Yin and Yang Road in front of you, it is clearly a street and alley, although there are few pedestrians, but it is indeed Chang'an City in the Yang.

"This is a door of yin and yang, and as the name suggests, it can connect yin and yang. Liangchen explained, "On the contrary, you accidentally happened to crash into my place from the underworld, and asked me who I am, are you a little anti-guest?"

"I ......" Ling Jiang didn't know what to say for a while, and at this time he should apologize to him, but why couldn't he say this. It's no wonder that as soon as he entered this house, Wu Jian couldn't find him.

Because in a sense, he is already in the yang world at the moment.

"That's it. Liangchen waved his hand and closed the door, "If you don't feel at ease, you can stay with me until dark before leaving." Provided, you won't be intimidated by these coffins. ”

That's right, seeing so many coffins for the first time, Ling Jiang was still somewhat panicked.

"I made coffins with my father when I was a child, and now I see a coffin, but it's as plain as seeing a box. Liangchen said: "In a while, I will send a coffin to a family, are you interested in helping you? ”

Ling Jiang didn't seem to be involved in this trip to the troubled waters, but he had lingering palpitations for Wu Jian, so he had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

Liangchen then took out a coffin and took out a soft ruler to measure the size.

The coffin is not big and not long. According to Liangchen's explanation, this is a women's coffin, and it is tailor-made for those girls who have not yet left the cabinet.

The two of them then carried the coffin out of the door, and walked through the bleak streets, the white sunlight above their heads could only slightly sprinkle some spots of light, so that the young man's heart could not help but be covered with a layer of gray shade.

This street and alley are all shops selling incense and cremation goods, paper people and paper horses, but the coffin seems to be such a good day.

Either his family is too strong, or his coffin making technique is very exquisite, which will make others think that they are inferior. However, this is not a name to boast about.

Dead people's money is not easy to make.

Perhaps, Liangchen was also forced to helplessly.

In fact, even Ling Jiang couldn't figure out why such a powerful person as Uncle Nine would deign to be a feng shui gentleman in Pinghai Town?

If it weren't for something unspeakable, it wouldn't be clear.

The two of them carried the coffin one after the other and walked through the streets and alleys for a while. The further inside, Lingjiang smelled a foul smell, this is the drainage canal of Chang'an City, and all the dirty water and sewage are discharged out of the city through this canal.

Ling Jiang never imagined that this place could actually live in people!

After walking forward for a while, I heard a cry, it was a family with white silk tied in front of the door.

The two put down the coffin at the door of the room, the road was a little narrow, and a coffin had already blocked half of the way.

"Mr. Xie. One of the women came out and greeted Liangchen.

Ling Jiang took the opportunity to glance inside, this family's house was not big, even smaller than his thatched house in Pinghai Town. But in such a room, there are actually a family of three, a husband and wife, and a daughter.

Now there was a figure wrapped in a white cloth lying on the ground, and when I thought about it, it was their daughter who had died young.

"If the coffin is placed here, the money will not be necessary, and it will not be too late for you to turn around and take it again in the future. Liangchen said softly.

"Thank you, thank you......" the woman wept and nodded.

This is the rule of good days, and the coffin can be paid on credit, but only for those who live in darkness.

"Have you invited a Taoist priest to do it?" Liangchen looked at the girl whose bones were not cold, and asked subconsciously.

"The family didn't have any money, so they didn't invite it. The woman shook her head, "Tomorrow morning, the neighbors will carry their daughter out of the city and find a place to bury her." ”

Hearing this, Ling Jiang couldn't help but feel some sympathy for this family in his heart.

The deceased is the greatest, but now, it can only be done hastily, fortunately, there is still a coffin, so that the corpse will not be exposed in the wilderness.

Liangchen thought for a while, and he said, "I can introduce you to a gentleman, and he doesn't charge a fee." ”

"Really?" the woman heard, her eyes glistening with longing. It's a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, who doesn't want their daughter to be at ease along the way?

"Would you like to?" Liangchen didn't answer the woman's words, but turned his head to look at Ling Jiang, "Ferry her away." ”

Ling Jiang couldn't help but be stunned, the gentleman that Liangchen said was himself.

Will he do it?

When the woman heard this, she wondered how young he was.

Ling Jiang naturally would.

has been with Da Bai for some time, and the ancient book left by Uncle Jiu has been clearly explained. It's just that he has never done Dharma alone, and he is still a little hesitant in his heart.

But when he looked at the woman's suspicious and expectant look, his heart softened, and he nodded in agreement.

Putting on the Dao robe left by the Ninth Uncle, holding the Dao bell left by Dabai, and reverberating with the sound of clanging bells, Ling Jiang began his first ritual.

From noon to the evening, although intermittently, it was still done compactly, and the dead woman was put in the coffin.

Under the night.

Chang'an City is brightly lit, like a bright pearl in the night, blooming on this earthly land.

"What do you think the so-called beautiful scenery of Liangchen should be?" asked Liangchen on the way back.

Ling Jiang thought for a moment, "Probably, it's the lights of ten thousand homes." ”

"That's the time. Liangchen smiled, "But look at what you are looking at, can this be called a beautiful scenery?"