Secret Talent At The Beginning, Burning Corpses Can Make You Stronger

"What exactly does Master see in him?"

Inside the cowhide tent, Wei Wu was sipping tea from a cup while staring at Qin He who was busy lighting fires outside the tent, puzzled.

Master's own distribution of copper coins can be traced back to five years ago.

This obviously crazy guy, what can he do?

"Brother Wei, do you want me to go over and make him calm down?" A young cremator who was about his age approached Wei Wu and asked.

Wei Wu groaned for a moment, then shook his head, "Let him go, there's nothing wrong with being noisy at all, to prevent everyone from dozing off, and to cheer up the vigilant brothers. The plague in Fang County this time is very unusual. The arrest team Found some bad stuff."

The young cremator nodded and went out to make arrangements.

...

"Oh oh oh~~"

The east will be white, and a loud rooster crow pierces the dark morning and evening.

The cremators were extinguished one after another after the crematorium finished burning, and fuel and firewood were added to speed up the progress.

It is a tradition handed down by the cremator group that the cock crows without burning the corpse. After a busy night, it is time for the cremator to rest.

Qin He shoveled the hot ashes off the crematorium and stopped the furnace.

The food sent by Feiyuwei, white flour steamed buns, three for each person.

The quantity is not large but the size is big enough, and ordinary people have no problem eating enough.

Follow this group of people who eat the imperial food, what kind of work do you say, this food and drink has never been treated badly.

In Fangxian, a place where no bird shits, you can still eat white noodles.

The cremators were naturally excited.

Landlords and rich people can't eat white noodles all at once, and ordinary people can eat one meal, even if it's the Chinese New Year.

Wei Wu took advantage of the heat to cheer and encourage the cremators, which was probably a cliché for fooling idiots to work hard.

Qin He was tired of listening, and swallowed the steamed buns twice, sorting out the harvest of the night.

How to say.

It's a mixed blessing.

The worry is that the quality of rewards is really bad, many corpses really reward loneliness.

No.

The suppression of this Soul Light made Qin He angry.

The good news is that the quality is not enough for the quantity.

Fifteen years of internal strength and twenty years of Taoism.

Combining the previous ones, the inner strength has exceeded one hundred and fifty years, and the Taoism has also passed one hundred and twenty years.

There is only one skill: sparrow footwork

Sparrow footwork: After learning this footwork, you will be as light as a sparrow, moving around and showing magical powers in an inch.

It's a pretty good skill. The deceased was a teacher in a private school. He taught for half his life. It can't be said that the world is full of peaches and plums, but he has also taught quite a few glorious people. With a special status and a great explosion in character, he has developed such a skill.

It's just a rustic name, sparrow footwork, and no momentum at all.

You look at others, Xianjie footwork, Tianxuan footwork, just listening to it is tall.

They don't even know how to pick names, and they don't seem to have much culture.

But overall, the harvest was so-so.

Qin He's dissatisfaction was purely caused by the large gap with the expectations before departure.

After a busy night, more than 60 corpses were ordered. People who watched the shadow puppet show were almost nervous, yawning, and they got such a small reward.

"Tsk, I have to think of a way, it's so frustrating."

Qin He lay down on his back, but before he could figure out what to do, he fell asleep because he was too sleepy.

...

Twenty miles away, the Xianyun Temple in Puyun Mountain is full of incense.

Those who were sick and those who were not all went to worship the mountain god, because the mountain god here is so spiritual that one only needs to worship sincerely to get blessings. Although many people still died, those were all dishonest people.

If the heart is not sincere and wants to pray for the protection of the mountain god, then it is called wishful thinking, and it deserves to die.

The common people are ignorant and cannot be educated. They don't understand the principle that the plague is transmitted from person to person at close range. They only think that they are cursed by the plague god. Only by praying for protection can they be saved from the disaster.

The number of people gathers more and more, and the more they gather, the more they gather.

After washing by the water, tens of thousands of people praying for asylum greeted the rising sun and worshiped with reverence.

A main statue and 18 sub-god statues are arranged along the mountain for the people to worship.

In order to grab a better position, some people fought fiercely, and even spent money to buy and sell.

The main statue in the temple is shining brightly, flickering in the sound of the mountain, as if it is about to come alive, dazzling and spectacular.

If you look carefully, the statue has pointed ears and gills, and wings on its back, but it is not a human god.

I don't know where the mountain spirits and water monsters are here to enjoy the temple and gather merit.

At this time, outside Puyun Mountain, a plainclothes flying fish guards arresting team appeared from the thick morning fog. The guards were heavily guarded, and everyone held their breath. .

The leader has a high forehead and deep eye sockets. His face is a little thin, but his eyes are very sharp. Deep in the pupils of his eyes, there seem to be two fires jumping.

This person is Yu Wenjing, the Thousand Household Officer of the Flying Fish Guard's arrest team.

Known as the god catcher with the iron mace, there are countless Jiang Yang thieves, evil spirits and ghosts who have fallen into his hands.

An ancestral iron dragon mace, people can block and kill people, and Buddhas can block and kill Buddhas.

Four years ago, a water monster circled the Tonghui River Bay and cut off the canal, eating people for nothing.

The God of Iron Fan caught the horse and beheaded the water demon with one person and one boat, and became famous for a while.

More than 200 people from the arresting team came out of their nests and hibernated in the forest overnight, just for the present.

After a while, an agile figure walked quickly not far away, without making a sound, even the birds on the tree were not disturbed.

This person came to Yu Wenjing's side, folded his fists and bowed: "Master Qianhu, it has been found out that the original temple fairy of Xianyun Temple has disappeared, and the person occupying this place is a bat demon whose strength is unknown. About forty bandits serve as subordinates for him to drive."

Murderous intent flashed in Yu Wenjing's eyes, and he said coldly: "Bold bat monster, how dare you openly spread the plague, gather merits in private, and pass on the order. The first team, the second team, and the third team will sneak into the temple with me to kill the monster. The fourth team and the fifth team will be postponed. Get rid of evil."

"Yes!"

All the people under his command took orders.

Not long after, more than 200 people from the arresting team of 1,000 people scattered in all directions, sneaked into the worshiping crowd, and walked towards the Xianyun Temple on the top of the mountain.

Looking down from a high altitude, they are well-trained, and the formation covers each other, which is quite organized.

Wearing coarse linen clothes, Yu Wenjing took the lead.

But at this moment, a sharp sneer suddenly sounded.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie... The iron mace god arrested Yu Wenjing, and he has long admired his name."

The expressions of all the flying fish changed, the voice was confusing, and it seemed to come from all directions.

It must be the bat demon, who has seen everything before the demon body appears.

"Bold and monstrous, spreading the plague, gathering merits in private, crimes that cannot be punished, and still not obediently showing up." Yu Wenjing stopped his pace, and slowly drew out the iron dragon mace behind his back.

Iron Dragon Divine Mace's whole body was dark, and with a shock of inner strength, it made a sound of dragon chant, which aroused a strong wind, and made a sound of blowing Yu Wenjing's sackcloth.

"It's a great iron dragon mace, Yuwen Qianhu is very powerful, but I also have a trick, if you can break us, then we will compete, if you can't, Jie Jie Jie Jie..." The demon bat's presumptuous voice sounded again.

As soon as the words fell, Yu Wenjing noticed that the people who were worshiping around him suddenly became quiet. They all stood up and turned around, facing the flying fish guards, with red light gradually oozing from their eyes.

The faces of the Feiyuwei people changed drastically, and a hundred householders exclaimed: "No, these worshipers have been deluded."

"Sorcerer, Confused Heart Sacrifice?"

Yu Wenjing's face changed drastically, and he hastily ordered: "The rear team will change to the front team, and the formation will be withdrawn!"