I saved the undead for 100 years in Dajin

After asking many passers-by who watched the excitement, Yuan Zhan finally found out the address of the storyteller's house, which was in a small mountain village not very far away from them.

Liu Si came over and persuaded: "It's important for us to hurry, don't meddle in other business. If you really want to show kindness, why don't you send some money and ask them to send it for you."

Yuan Zhan did not agree.

The matter may have started because of him, so let him end it, so that it may be less contaminated with cause and effect.

So in this ditch, in full view of everyone, he was saved.

Surrounded by ordinary people, I believe that the secret will not be leaked.

After chanting the Buddha three times, Yuan Zhan began to pray silently in his heart: "May you old man..."

After praying, Gongde Lin quietly appeared in front of his eyes alone, casting a beam of white light on the corpse, arresting the ghost of the storyteller.

The ghost seemed to still retain some of the consciousness it had in life. After taking a blank look at Yuan Zhan, it bowed and saluted, and was about to go up.

But the accident happened suddenly.

The ghost only took one step, but couldn't move anymore, as if a force was pressing on him, his whole body sank slightly.

Yuan Zhan was taken aback.

This is the first time this has happened.

Seeing that the ghost couldn't move, I thought it was because the strength of the salvation was not enough, so I read it again.

Blessed by Yuan Zhan's wish power twice, the white light of the soul-detaining soul became extraordinarily bright, and the ghost was startled violently, and stepped up for the second time. Although it was extremely slow compared with the past, it finally came under the Huabiao and disappeared in a flash. in.

The revolving lantern on the Huabiao flashed quickly, recreating the life of the storyteller.

This is basically the down-and-out life of a poor scholar, who was born in poverty, studied in a private school for a few years when he was young, and became a teacher when he grew up. At the beginning of the year, he made a living as a storyteller.

Just last night, after drinking with Yuan Zhan and leaving the tavern, he was staggering on the avenue, ready to go home, when he was suddenly startled by something, fell headlong into the ditch, unable to get up, and finally died up.

Yuan Zhan thought about it carefully again here, but still didn't find it.

Even if it is like a revolving lantern, although it can review the life of the deceased, it must follow certain rules, and what should not appear will not appear.

Yuan Zhan reluctantly came to a conclusion that the storyteller was frightened to death.

He couldn't help sighing softly, looked down at his hand, it was empty, and he didn't receive anything such as exercise scriptures in his mind.

While he was wondering, he suddenly felt a burst of coolness between his brows, and Ruyi quickly dispersed, splitting into two streams and pouring them into his eyes respectively.

There seemed to be something taking root in the eyes. At first, it was very uncomfortable, as if sand had entered, but it melted into the pupils with the coolness, and soon recovered.

When I opened my eyes, there was a long-lost sense of freshness, and nothing else changed.

Is it just to enhance eyesight?

What a reward.

Yuan Zhan was feeling puzzled, but another line of small characters appeared in front of his eyes.

Nine Nether Eyes, the Nine Nethers and Nine Extremes can be seen in the world, mana and Taoism advance and retreat together, the stronger the stronger, the stronger.

Yuan Zhan immediately understood, but he didn't know what the Jiuyou and Jiuji specifically referred to.

At this time Liu Si came over and asked him how to arrange the corpses.

Yuan Zhan hurriedly moved Lao Cao's coffin on the donkey cart to make room for some space, then asked someone to buy a straw mat, rolled up the storyteller, and carried it to the cart.

Passers-by saw him busy, praised him one after another, and even came up to give him a hand, explained the route in detail, and watched them leave.

Liu Si walked on the road and kept complaining: "Brother Yuan, I know you have a good heart, but when you show kindness all the way, when will you be a head. Can you get over this kind of world?"

Yuan Zhan didn't argue with him, just bowed his head and hurried on.

In less than half an hour, we arrived at the storyteller's village, which was really a small mountain village with only a dozen or so households, dilapidated houses and courtyards, lifeless.

There is a stone monument at the entrance of the village. I don't know how long it has been standing.

Not far from the stele, there is a small temple standing alone. Although the characters are peeling off badly, you can still recognize it. It is the Temple of the City God.

Yuan Zhan didn't expect that there was a Town God's Temple in such a place, so he took a second look.

As a result, after reading it, I felt itchy in my eyes. I rubbed it with my hands, and then opened my eyes. The world in front of me suddenly became different.

In the Town God's Temple, there is a gloomy atmosphere, haunted by ghosts and mist, and there is no trace of the upright, peaceful and peaceful atmosphere of the gods in the legend, just like a haunted house.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but took two more steps forward, and saw the inside of the temple gate at a glance.

A monster with a black body was leaning against the foot of the table of the City God statue, dozing off with its head tilted.

Yuan Zhan was taken aback, backed away quickly, came to the donkey cart, pulled up the donkey and left.

As soon as he walked away, Jiuyou Tong's magic power faded away automatically, and his eyes returned to the original world.

"Hey, little brother Yuan, where are you going? This way..."

But Liu Si didn't know what happened, seeing that the direction was wrong, he quickly stopped him.

Yuan Zhan was taken aback for a moment, then turned back with the donkey, glanced vigilantly at the Temple of the City God, and walked quickly to the small village.

The first time Jiuyoutong performed it, he saw such a monster. To be honest, he was still unprepared and panicked.

He just wanted to send the storyteller's body home as soon as possible, and then get out of here, so as not to alarm the monster.

Fortunately, there are still people living in the village, and the owner recognized the door of the first house he knocked on.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Hao Er, what happened?"

Yuan Zhan briefly explained the process of discovering the storyteller, that is, Mr. Hao Er.

After listening to the master, he led them to go in: "Hurry up, go here."

After a while, they came to the outside of a dilapidated courtyard, and shouted through the gate: "Ms. Hao, Huzi, come out quickly, something happened to Mr. Er..."

With this shout, not only the owner in the yard, but also the neighbors next door all came out, and when they saw the corpse, there was a burst of crying.

Yuan Zhan couldn't help feeling that he had done a good deed when he saw it. Mr. Hao Er was a good man, and his death made the whole village feel sad.

However, he still had the monster thing in mind, and when he saw the scene, he was afraid of being delayed, so he hurriedly called Liu Si and the man who led the way to carry Hao Er's body into the courtyard.

But the family was very poor, not to mention the coffin containing the corpse, even a decent wooden board could not be found.

There are actually two door panels, but they are about to be removed. What can I use to block the door at night?

Yuan Zhan couldn't help feeling overwhelmed, it's really not that simple to do a favor.

When all the men in the village have arrived, everyone discusses and puts aside other matters for the time being. First, carry out a big bed at home and put the body of Mr. Hao Er on the bed. Someone fetches a white cloth to make a shroud for him to wear. In the morning, a mourning hall was set up in the main room.

Yuan Zhan didn't feel well, so he just left and watched from the side until someone came over and stared at the coffin on the car.

Liu Si quit immediately, and shouted: "What are you looking at, there are people in this coffin, it's not for you."

This person was the villager who led the way. He smiled shyly at them and said, "I have a request. I would like to ask you two for help."

Yuan Zhan didn't answer.

But Liu Si said: "We still have to deliver the coffin to someone. If it's late, we'll miss the time. We don't have time."

Yuan Zhan reached out to stop him, and asked, "What's the matter, tell me."

The villager scratched his head and said, "You have seen the scene of this house. Why don't you let Mr. Hao Er go naked, if there is a coffin..."

Yuan Zhan thought for a while in silence, and said, "Well, it's just an acquaintance, so it's on me."