I saved the undead for 100 years in Dajin

In the afternoon, Yuan Zhan sat on the kang and continued to practice.

When the evening was approaching, He Ping came back with a man, knocked on his door and shouted loudly: "Yuan Zhan, Yuan Zhan, come out."

Yuan Zhan quickly stopped his practice, opened the door and came out.

After seeing it, it was a yamen servant at the front door named Wang Qing, so he asked, "Uncle He, Brother Wang, what's the matter with you?"

He Ping frowned, and said: "Your Excellency has just come back, and I haven't had time to report on Lao Cao's affairs. Isn't it time to work again? Cao Shunzhun hasn't come back from vacation yet. That...can you go by yourself? "

Yuan Zhan was taken aback, and said, "Me? But..."

Wang Qingsheng was afraid that he would refuse, so he rushed to say: "The people over there said, it's nothing important, it's just a monk, I don't know if he died of starvation or something, after he goes, make a book and take the body back. .”

He Ping didn't speak, just stared at him.

Yuan Zhan really didn't dare to agree to it in the past, but now it's different, let alone one monk, even two monks, three monks, there is nothing to be afraid of.

But I can't say this directly, I have to save some face for He Ping, right?

After all, they all have a division of labor, and even Cao Shun would not agree to go there rashly.

Isn't this stealing other people's jobs?

There is another more important reason, he doesn't want to expose his details to others because of some trivial matters.

So he pretended to hesitate and said: "Yes, yes, but Uncle He..."

He Ping said decisively: "Just go, there's nothing to worry about. If Cao Shun wants to ask, I'm here."

Only then did Yuan Zhan say cheerfully: "Okay then, I'll take the tools and go right away. You can't delay there, go quickly."

He Ping patted him on the shoulder and returned to the front office.

Yuan Zhan went back to the house and took the precious belongings left by his father, then pinned the silver toad to the bun, and followed Wang Qing out of the house.

When passing by Qianya, he saw He Ping still waiting outside.

There are many people inside.

Mr. Xiaowei just returned to the mansion, and the government servants who asked him to report the case were all queuing up there. For things like Lao Cao, a lowly official, his life is not as good as grass, and no one pays attention to it, so he can only wait indefinitely.

Seeing him, He Ping waved his hand, signaling to go boldly.

Yuan Zhan nodded, followed behind a group of yamen servants, and pulled the cart away.

Not far from the Sanqing Temple, a Hu monk curled up and fell on the wall with his head drooping. He had just died.

Why can you tell it's monk Hu at a glance?

Because the monks in the Jin Dynasty did not grow hair or beards, and this monk, although wearing a loose robe and shaved his head, had a puffy beard on his chin, which was very eye-catching.

The leader of the yamen servant stepped forward to take a look, and said with a sullen expression: "I don't know who has provoked this demon monk again, and he was murdered by someone. It's unlucky."

After speaking, he glanced at Yuan Zhan.

Yuan Zhan hurriedly came to Monk Hu with the toolbox on his back.

First ignited a town spirit talisman, sprinkled it with water, waited for a while without any change, then slowly laid the corpse on the ground, and inspected it methodically according to the regulations in the operator's manual.

After reading back and forth, Yuan Zhan raised his head in surprise and said, "It's not hurt."

The leader of the yamen servant didn't care about the injury at all, he waved his hands impatiently and said: "It's best if you don't have any injuries, just read and write, and accept it."

After speaking, with a swipe of the pen, he drew a circle under the file and threw it to Yuan Zhan.

Yuan Zhan caught it, rolled his eyes, and said, "Brother servant, I can just collect it myself. If you feel bored, go to the teahouse over there and have a rest. I'll call you when you're done."

The yamen servant seemed very satisfied with his suggestion, and said, "Okay, I'll thank you then."

Then several people walked into the teahouse, only Yuan Zhan was left here to collect the body.

In fact, even if they don't leave, collecting the corpses is still the work of the servants, and the yamen servants rarely help them.

Yuan Zhan persisted in writing a few lines in the blank space of the dossier and gave a simple description. Then he took a straw mat and rolled up the monk's body, tied it with a hemp rope, and carried it to the cart.

After putting it away, recite the Buddha three times, and silently wish in my heart: "May the layman let go of the karma in his heart, get rid of the glitz of the world as soon as possible, return his soul to the world of bliss, reincarnate, and avoid the suffering of karma."

After praying, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and the tall and magnificent appearance of Gongdelin appeared in front of him in a brand-new form of Buddha's light.

This time, even the guiding light cast was different, it became golden and brilliant.

Receiving Jin Guang paused in front of Yuan Zhan, and inside the straw mat, the soul of Monk Hu stood up tremblingly like a real person who had been resurrected from the dead, smiled kindly and kindly at Yuan Zhan, and walked on the golden road.

Yuan Zhan almost scared Hun'er away.

Is this dead, or alive?

Look at the straw mat, the bulging corpse is still there.

That is dead.

It's just that his ghost is too ugly.

They're all dead, and they won't be able to survive anyway, so why make such a big show.

The revolving lantern passed by, and the life of a monk was like a cartoon, starting from a toddler, to a teenager, to a young man, to middle age, and finally ended up being a monk for a lifetime.

The cause of death was not homicide, it was death.

But this is not the point. The most shocking thing is that Monk Hu's soul did not stop on the Huabiao, just like climbing a ladder, it went straight to the top floor and stopped at the last position on the right. up.

Of course, the soul in the original seat, as well as many others in the back, consciously leaned back.

"I'll go, the standard is high enough. This is the rhythm of becoming a Buddha..."

Yuan Zhan was horrified and yelled out.

After he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong, and quickly looked to both sides, but was surprised to find that all the people he could see couldn't move, some opened their mouths, some smiled, and they were frozen at this moment.

"This is……"

Yuan Zhan was also taken aback, and wanted to leave subconsciously, but before he could move, his eyes blurred, and a volume of scriptures appeared in his mind.

The scriptures unfolded slowly, and it also had its own singing voice. A scripture mantra full of Sanskrit singing in the past life echoed in the ears.

"Namo Ksitigarbha Mahasattva, Namo..."

It sounds familiar, and it is easy to immerse yourself in it and cultivate your soul.

But Yuan Zhan was not in the mood to listen to what he sang. He was worried that he would be unable to extricate himself and lose himself after being infected, so he circulated the vitality of his dantian to compete with the Sanskrit singing.

This trick really worked.

Although the singing voice was still clearly audible, the power of charm was greatly reduced.

But what happened next made Yuan Zhan almost overwhelmed.

Inspired by the sound of scriptures, one after another wandering ghosts climbed up from the ground. Guided by the golden light, they formed a long queue and walked into the Gongde Forest with dull expressions.

It's very similar to the ghosts in ghost movies, who go to the underworld to report to the underworld. The wind is bleak and ghostly.

The direct feeling brought by this scene is that it is cold and cold from the heart.

Yuan Zhan shivered, only to find that his hands were empty, nothing.

Why didn't you say anything?

Yuan Zhan was suddenly very angry.

What do you mean?

Grab a deal.

Gongdelin was the first one he developed, so why did he make a wedding dress for this monk?

If you have the ability to eat meat, that's fine, so you have to give me some soup anyway.

Thinking of this, I couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted loudly: "Stop!"

With just one voice, the world changes.

All ghosts disappeared.

The mouths of the yamen servants and passers-by were able to close, the laughter passed, and everything returned to normal.

Only Gongdelin's Huabiao still stands in front of his eyes, which is unique to Yuan Zhan.

Finally, the scriptures were fully unfolded, and at the end there were several large characters written in official script: Ksitigarbha King Sutra.

The scriptures showed his true face, and a ray of Buddha's light blessed his body, and Yuan Zhan increased his cultivation base by 20 years out of thin air.

20 years, it is equivalent to him starting to practice from birth, enough to step into the ranks of first-class masters.

Of course, if you meet a top expert or a cultivator, it is still free. After all, the test of practice is not only a person's cultivation, but also the skills, spells, magic tools and so on.

"Yuan Zhan, why are you in a daze, let's go."

Wang Qing called him from the front.

Yuan Zhan recovered from his trance, quickly pushed up the cart, and followed the guards away.

While walking, I was thinking about it in my heart.

Could it be that the Ksitigarbha King Sutra is used to save the souls of the dead?

Just now, when the sound of the scriptures sounded, countless wronged souls came out from under the earth. Doesn't it mean that they have been saved?

If this is the case, it is much better than his one after another.

Save time and effort.

This trip was a good deal. I not only gained 20 years of skill, but also got a volume of special scriptures for super-salvation.

I said, judges, when is the war going to happen?

At that time, my Ksitigarbha Sutra will be able to show its power.