I saved the undead for 100 years in Dajin

Heart Sutra read.

The breath travels through the meridians for a whole week.

Yuan Zhan was overjoyed, this is practice.

You can cultivate by reading the scriptures. This method can be regarded as unique, and it saves worry and effort.

The thoughts in my heart moved again, and the Qingliang Pushan Heart Sutra appeared in my mind completely.

Read again, practice again.

I ate six yin erosion fruits before, and the energy contained in them is too much, which is being stored in the flesh and has nowhere to vent. This is good, and it just fills up the practice of the Heart Sutra.

After one pass, it is a month's skill.

After doing it twice, it has become two months of skill.

Three times, four times, five times, six times—

Skills doubled.

After just one hour, Yuan Zhan already had half a year's skill.

This kind of growth in cultivation, the physical feeling is more obvious than that of a purely strong physical body, and it can be distinguished only by the size of the airflow rising in the dantian.

It was just a trickle at first.

After reading it six times, it has become a small river, overcoming thorns and thorns, mud and sand chasing waves, and where it passes, the water and grass are luxuriant.

Yuan Zhan still wanted to continue to practice, but after reading it for the seventh time, he found that the air flow hadn't changed much.

Read it again, still the same.

He lowered his head and calculated, and knew that the energy of the yin eclipse fruit was exhausted, and all of it was stored in the sea of ​​​​qi in the form of vitality.

From this point of view, he still has to continue to save the souls of the dead.

Only by superseding the souls of the dead can one obtain the eclipse fruit.

You can continue to practice only after you have obtained the fruit of yin erosion.

If he continues to practice at this speed, his strength should be able to improve quickly.

Once he became stronger, he no longer had to be afraid of this era of crisis everywhere.

Great Jin Dynasty?

If this world develops according to the history he knows, it won't be long before a huge storm is coming.

And many years later, an even bigger storm will sweep across the entire empire, and the duration will also exceed any period in history.

What is troubled times?

On that day, it will be the real troubled times.

Yuan Zhan seemed to have an ancient battlefield with a vast territory in front of him, one army after another marched into it, throwing themselves into the endless killing and conquest.

Wherever he passed, corpses were strewn all over the ground, bleeding and floating in the oars, and there were many bones.

And the same is true in the distance, there are only beating figures, and there is no peaceful world.

When the wind blows, the clouds fly, and Vega returns to his hometown.

A decision made by the ruler leaves only the souls of heroes everywhere.

Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard footsteps outside.

Someone was coming towards his house.

Only then did Yuan Zhan discover that his hearing had become more sensitive, which should be the result of practicing the Heart Sutra.

Boom!

It was He Ping who knocked on the door.

"Yuan Zhan, are you up yet? Let me tell you something."

Yuan Zhan hurried over to open the door.

It was disrespectful to talk while guarding the coffin in the room, so I went outside and asked, "Uncle He, what's the matter?"

He Ping glanced at him, seemed a little surprised, but didn't ask, and said, "I've discussed with Cao Shun, this time sending Lao Cao's bones back to his hometown, I'll let you follow."

Yuan Zhan was taken aback, and blurted out, "Why?"

He Ping said: "What's the matter, you don't like it? It's a good thing. Take this opportunity to go out for a walk and relax. Cao Shunke wanted to go after arguing. If it wasn't for your dead father's sake, how could he take his turn?" To you boy..."

Yuan Zhan said hastily: "I know that Uncle He is doing it for my own good, but I'm leaving... We have an errand in our courtyard, are you two busy?"

He Ping said: "Then you don't have to worry, the living can still be suffocated to death by urine."

Yuan Zhan said: "Okay, then thank you Uncle He. I remember you like Xinghuafen the most, right? When I come back, I will bring you two altars, so that you can drink your fill."

He Ping laughed loudly, waved his hands, and said: "Okay, okay, you have a conscience, and it's worthwhile for me to take care of you this time. Well, I guess the adults will come back soon. You should also prepare. Wait for me to give you the compensation. The silver is taken, you take it, just follow the car."

Yuan Zhan quickly agreed and watched him leave, then returned to his room and began to prepare his luggage.

But he didn't have anything to clean up, so he rummaged through it for a long time, found a decent-looking gown from the small bedside cabinet, and changed into the moldy and smelly work clothes he was wearing.

There was also a handkerchief under the cabinet, and in it were two pieces of silver and a large penny.

The broken silver was left by his father before he died, and he said it was for him to marry a wife.

The big money was the previous two years' wages, and he was reluctant to spend it during his lifetime. Except for some necessary expenses, the rest was saved.

Yuan Zhan sighed, originally they were two people who had nothing to do with each other, but in the end all the benefits were left to him.

Unfortunately, there is no one else in the family, and there is nowhere to report if I want to repay.

He put the silver and handkerchief in his pocket, stuffed the big money into the sweater, wrapped it in a blue cloth, and made a small package.

But after waiting for a long time, He Ping still didn't come back.

Yuan Zhan knew that this money was so easy to apply for.

Let's not talk about their identities, just the personnel relations at the level of the Captain's Mansion, from bottom to top, plucking wild goose, even if no one covets this little money of the dead, no one will beg to whomever they go to, and follow them. There is no difference between passing five levels and cutting six generals.

Although they are both servants in the yamen, the job of being a clerk has always been looked down upon. Whoever has the ability to do this, deal with the dead all day long, and have blood or maggots on their hands. It makes people feel disgusting to think about it.

According to regulations, after Wuzuo's death, he can also receive some pension money like other servants, but it also depends on the mood of the captain, otherwise it is like a dead dog, and it is fine if it is not thrown into the wild to feed the wild dogs up.

The broken silver in the handkerchief was actually Yuan Zhan's father's hard-working money. After working for a lifetime, it was not enough for the officials and gentry to pay for a meal.

After eating dry food, Yuan Zhan simply took a basin of water and washed himself from head to toe.

After cleaning up, the temperament of the whole person is completely different from before.

Coupled with the fact that he practiced the Heart Sutra, his vitality bloomed from the inside out. People who don't know it may think that he is a scholar who went to Beijing to rush for the exam.

He waited and waited, but he still didn't come back, so he wandered out of the courtyard and walked towards the yamen, passing the C-character courtyard along the way, and couldn't help but take a look inside.

There are a total of four courtyards in Wuzuo's living area, arranged in the order of A, B, C, and D.

The courtyard where Yuan Zhan lives is the T-shaped courtyard.

Like them, the other courtyards have each arranged four assistants. Everyone knows each other, but when they are working, they have their own schedules.

In the C-ziyuan, there are two foremen who are busy in front of a dead body.

There were several guards standing beside him, and one of the leaders was holding a file in his hand, and while flipping through it, he read in his mouth: "Three inches in the upper left arm, a fracture; two inches below the left elbow, a sharp wound; Three inches below the navel, injured by external force..."

Every time a word is read, the two operations will be checked and measured by hand or with a ruler.

Yuan Zhan knew that they were re-examining the wounds on the corpse, looking for fatal points.

I didn't want to disturb them at first, but a thought suddenly popped up in my heart.

Anyway, the corpse is useless in their hands, so it's better to let him save it, and maybe get another eclipse fruit.

After thinking about it, he stood inside the gate of the courtyard, found a place where no one was blocking him, facing the corpse, nodded his head slightly, recited the Buddha three times silently, and prayed silently in his heart.

The guards all knew him, so of course no one came to chase or push him, so as not to disturb him to save the dead.

The ghost of the corpse is still there.

As soon as the prayers were finished, the majestic Huabiao of Gongdelin arrived as promised.

A beam of white light arrests the ghost, a revolving lantern describes his life, and the last picture freezes and disappears into the tomb.

This is a wronged ghost.

Because of righteousness, he said a word more, and was beaten to death by a group of evil young men.

Poor family has an old mother and a young child, and only one widow survives by washing clothes for others.

Yuan Zhan shook his head, looked down, feeling surprised.

This time, the reward was not the eclipse fruit, but a silver hairpin.

From the appearance, it looks very much like the silver needles they use to test whether the human body is poisoned or not, but it is more slender and round, with a silver light on the surface.

Immediately, the brief introduction of the silver hairpin came to mind, and a set of driving methods was attached at the back.

Yin Chan Jian.

The poisonous miasma does not erode, and can cure all kinds of poisons;

Holding it can play games, letting it go can attack and kill, and controlling it can fly to the sky;

Remember, you must drink blood when you make a move, otherwise the long cry will not stop.