Chapter 35 The body is very honest
“Is there any mistake?”
“Did Jin Wuwei intend to use the prison to raise ghosts? With such resentment, there will be at least a dozen ghosts in a short time They died one after another. "
Shen Lian wanted to confirm again, but the Eye-Brighting Talisman Water was really precious, and the half bottle given by Sun Dawei could only be used four or five times.
The conditions for the formation of ghosts are mentioned in the Sutra of Transformation of Corpses.
When a living person dies tragically, the corpse is likely to breed resentment, but the formation of ghosts will last for about a hundred days. During this period, any disturbance will cause the resentment surrounding the corpse to disappear.
Yanliang Town has always had the habit of cremating corpses, so it is impossible for a large number of ghosts to appear.
“An alien ghost?”
Shen Lian frowned slightly, and his pace gradually quickened as he thought.
When he came back to his senses, he found that he was subconsciously walking in the direction of the Yamen, and his skin felt that the surrounding temperature had dropped significantly.
"Ah~ I said no, but my body is very honest~"
"Shut up!"
Myna flapped his wings eagerly, attracting the surprised eyes of passers-by, and a female family member covered her face with a smile. There was a lot of discussion.
Not only did the silly bird not feel ashamed, but he held his head high and held his chest high.
“Hey, Master Ba, please spare me.”
Shen Lian gave Bage a headache.
He glanced at the Yamen with his peripheral vision, and the appetite caused by the giant stomach supplement became more and more intense, as if there was some delicious food hidden in the Yamen.
"It is indeed a delicious food, I am afraid it will be like a ghost in a prison."
For the time being, Shen Lian gave up the idea of becoming a corpse Taoist.
The yamen did satisfy the grievances required by the Corpse Transformation Sutra, but all the grievances were gathered in the center of the yamen, and not a single bit was leaked out.
This means that it is simply unrealistic to move a coffin into the Yamen and then lie there for seven days.
"But..."
Shen Lian found a stall to sit down and ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles to fill his stomach. At the same time, he secretly speculated based on the reaction of Juwei Shibu.
The ghosts that have appeared in the prison should be around a hundred years old. Logically speaking, everyone and every bird have a little insight, and ghosts that have appeared in the prison for a hundred years cannot threaten them at all.
“Another bowl of Yangchun noodles!”
"Come on."
Shen Lian ate the noodles with a few chopsticks and drank the soup with lard floating in it in one gulp.
“One more bowl!”
If you can sneak into the Yamen, hiss, it will be a paradise inside.
Even if it is impossible to set foot in the hinterland of the prison, judging from the current intensity of resentment, every plant and tree inside is inevitably contaminated with resentment.
Even ghosts with bad behavior may be born.
“One more bowl!”
Shen Lian licked his lips and saw how much experience Wei Huiyan could gain from it. There was even some hope of promotion.
No.
The giant stomach food supplement can also benefit a lot. The vegetation eroded by the demonic aura will be turned into sacrifices containing nutrients and experience.
Hell, I'm afraid even the moss in the corner can add strength.
“One more bowl!”
Shen Lian suddenly felt that the third profession was no longer important. The experience provided by the Yamen was enough for him to accumulate a batch of points.
"Again..."
"My guest."
The old man selling noodles interrupted with a sneer, his face full of grooves showed a bit of nervousness, and he explained softly and cautiously.
"Sir, my wife prepared too little flour early in the morning. I really...can't roll out a few bowls of Yangchun noodles. Do you think..."
Shen Lian unknowingly saw in front of him Empty bowls were placed, and at least a dozen bowls of jujube were swallowed whole. The other diners were surprised by the former's huge appetite.
“Myna, why didn’t you remind me?”
“Idiot~”
Brother Bago looked like he was watching the fun, and just now he almost urged the old man to make noodles himself.
Shen Lian was too lazy to teach Bage a lesson, so he hurriedly left the copper coins and left. He then started investigating around the Yamen, and the results were not optimistic. The yamen can be said to be heavily guarded.
All the hundreds of shops not far from each other have been closed, and any streets and alleys leading to the Yamen are guarded by Yamen guards in turns.
And the walls of the yamen's courtyard are covered with talismans, which seems to prevent resentment from leaking out.
Shen Lian realized that Jin Wuwei should have arranged some kind of magic circle in the yamen, otherwise the resentment could not be sealed in the same place.
"Sneaking in is unrealistic. Maybe there are Jinwu guards who are good at eye skills."
Suddenly Shen Lian seemed to remember something, and glanced at the myna who was combing his feathers on his shoulder. The person raised his paws vigilantly.
"Let the myna go to the yamen alone to search for grievances."
Logically speaking, since the myna can quietly come with the artificial eyes, it means that the yamen has not noticed ordinary birds, maybe there are...< br>
Shen Liangang wanted to ask Bage.
As a result, I saw the myna tilting her head and showing a wise look.
“Uh, forget it.”
Shen Lian chose to give up without hesitation.
It's not that I'm worried about myna's safety, it's mainly that I see Wei Huiyan's restraint of resentment.
The Yamen is already treading on thin ice. If Bago destroys Jin Wuwei's arrangement again, all the resentment will pour out directly.
The entire Yanliang Town must fall.
Tens of thousands of people died as a result, and it may even attract great demons with profound spiritual practices.
Shen Lian plans to go back to the pawn shop and wait and see what happens.
At this time.
Shen Lian paused on the spot and noticed that the side door of the Yamen opened, and a dozen warriors walked out of the Yamen silently, with extremely solemn expressions.
He recognized a figure among them, Li Shu from the Black Tiger Club.
Obviously the warriors are all from gangs.
"Is it related to the grievances in the prison that the Yamen summoned the stewards of various gangs?"
Shen Lian's mind moved slightly. It was indeed mentioned in the Corpse Transformation Sutra that the Qi and blood of warriors can be used. Temporarily suppress resentment.
"If Jin Wuwei feels pressure to deal with troubles in the prison, there is a high probability that he will use gangs to deal with low-grade ghosts outside."
The reason why the Yamen eliminated gangs a few years ago was not just for knocking.
When Shen Lian thought of this, he was already vaguely confident.
On his way back to the pawn shop, he turned into a coffin shop on the corner and paid the shopkeeper to hurry up and make a coffin.
Shen Lian’s request is very strange.
The coffin does not need to be assembled into a whole, just make four wooden boards. In addition, the patterns decorating the coffin should be as simple as possible.
The shopkeeper promised that it would be completed within two days, and then started arranging carpenters.
Shen Lian actually had no expectations for taking office as a corpse Taoist. He just made preparations in advance. If Jin Wuwei had no intention of allowing outsiders to interfere, the coffin would be stored in the shop for the time being.
In the following days, he kept paying attention to the Yamen.
On the surface, Shen Lian drank a pot of medicinal wine and lay down in the courtyard without caring about worldly affairs, but in fact, he was concerned about the human sufferings of the ghosts in the yamen.
I wish I could save the ghosts with my own hands until my soul returns to the eighteenth level of hell.
The fourth day of the Lunar New Year.
The resentment in the yamen is still overflowing, and countless rats can be seen escaping along the shadows.
The fifth day of the Lunar New Year.
Grudges tended to spread, and the people also noticed that something was wrong with the yamen, and there were constant rumors about it in the city.
The sixth day of the Lunar New Year.
Shen Lian was lying on the armchair, holding a paper kite by pulling a thin string in his spare time.
Old Wang hurriedly walked into the courtyard.
"Young master, the Black Tiger Association will recruit trainers from various martial arts schools. Master Bai asked someone to ask you to go to a farm outside the city to avoid trouble for a few days."
Shen Lian took the paper kite. He handed it to Mr. Wang and stretched himself.
"I'm starving to death."
(End of this chapter)