My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

When Yang Jiu came to the body sewing shop, the guards from the East Factory happened to bring the man's body over.

"Jiu Ye just came back from going out and didn't take a rest. He is really a role model for my generation." A servant smiled hippiely and flattered him.

Yang Jiu just smiled, thinking who the hell is "my generation" with you?
The person who spoke was a real eunuch.

Although Yang Jiu works in Dongchang, he is a real man.

After closing the door of the mortuary shop, Yang Jiu looked at the man, if he could come back one day sooner, the man would not have to die.

Using internal force to force out the shadow puppets in their bodies, although it is very tiring, it can save a life anyway, and it is worth the effort.

In order not to upset the man's family, Yang Jiu turned the body over and made a gash on his back.

The corpse was very honest. After the last stitch, it did not move or struggle.

The "Book of Life and Death" soon began to record his life.

This man's name is Liang Jiafu, he was skinny when he was born, and his parents also took a lot of effort to bring him up.

Fortunately, when he grew up, Liang Jiafu was quite up-to-date. Although he didn't get any fame, he also started a small business, which was enough for the family to live comfortably.

That night, Liang Jiafu went out to get together with his friends. Since they hadn't seen each other for a long time, they were both very happy, and it was inevitable that they drank a few more drinks.

On the way home, Liang Jiafu heard voices coming from an alley.

Driven by curiosity, Liang Jiafu still approached the alley, but what he saw was a group of shadow puppets sitting together, warming the fire, chatting, laughing and laughing, and it was very lively.

One of the shadow puppeteers turned his head, grinned at him, and invited him to come over to enjoy the fire and eat and drink.

Liang Jiafu was so frightened that he wanted to run away, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and he couldn't move.

On one side of the wall, stood an old man in a gray robe.

The old man was wearing a Shura mask, and was holding a stick of filial piety in his hand. The white paper wrapped around it rattled in the wind.

The shadow puppeteer who invited Liang Jiafu also jumped up and down in front of Liang Jiafu.

"Open your mouth." The shadow puppet said.

But Yang Jiu could tell that the undead shadow puppet who spoke was the old man in gray robe.

The gray-robed old man used ventriloquism.

Liang Jiafu was very obedient and tried to open his mouth as wide as possible.

The shadow puppet also followed Liang Jiafu's legs, quickly climbed up, and went straight into his mouth.

"Ghost..." Liang Jiafu quickly regained his sanity and ran towards the house screaming.

After returning home, Liang Jiafu became abnormal, always shrunk under the quilt, and bluntly said that there was a ghost.

If a person is frightened, he has to call his soul.

Only when the soul is called back can normality be restored, which is the case in many places.

The family members called Liang Jiafu's soul, but Liang Jiafu also failed to recover.

As time passed, Liang Jiafu's condition became worse and worse, and he became crazy and hurt others.

There was no other way, the family had no choice but to lock Liang Jiafu into the woodshed.

Liang Jiafu was tortured in the firewood room, and would let out horrible wailing from time to time.

His soul was also eaten away by the shadow puppet.

When his soul was eaten up, he also lost his life.

After reading Liang Jiafu's life, Yang Jiu frowned, always feeling that the figure of the old man in gray robe seemed very familiar.

Seeing that figure before, Yang Jiu would not hesitate to think that it was a funeral.

There are indeed many people with this name in the rivers and lakes.

Apart from Xiao Kun's subordinates, the weirdest one was the mourner next to Wei Zhongxian.

At that time, when I went to the Kingdom of Jin to look for the nine corpses, it was the mourner who was helping me.

I have to ask the funeral man later, maybe that guy can know something.

Using shadow puppets to steal souls, such an evil martial art must be rare.

Pull the iron ring and let the guards carry away Liang Jiafu's body and send it to his home as soon as possible.

[Sewing four hundred and seven corpses, reward the host for being possessed by the god of decline. 】

Liang Jiafu was indeed unlucky enough.

Yang Jiu then used the "Book of Life and Death" to summon Liang Jiafu's soul, but there was no response.

It can be seen that Liang Jiafu's soul was really swallowed by the shadow puppet.

Although he didn't know the real identity of the gray-robed old man, he at least knew now that the guy's real purpose was for the soul.

Using shadow puppets to collect souls is presumably either for longevity or for practicing evil skills.

After locking the door of the sewing shop, Yang Jiu dragged his exhausted body back home.

When I entered the room, I saw Wu Sanyue.

"Jiu'er won't come to see me, so I have to come to see Jiu'er." Wu Sanyue joked.

In fact, after Yang Jiu left, Wu Sanyue often went out of the palace and came to Yangzhai.

She likes Yang Wu and Yang Yun so much, she even sleeps here sometimes.

Yang Jiu's complexion was very bad, and his skin had a strange yellow color.

If this kind of yellow appears on the old man, everyone who sees it will say that the old man is being targeted by the king of hell, and he will be taken away by black and white impermanence in a short time.

On the day of hurrying back to Chang'an, Yang Jiu was really tired.

Wu Sanyue was also very considerate, telling Yang Jiu to go to bed quickly.

Jueqing didn't ask about the situation, everything will be discussed tomorrow after Yang Jiu has rested.

"Unfeeling, this shadow puppet is also starting to die?" Wu Sanyue hugged Yang Yun and asked in a low voice.

Nodded heartlessly, said: "The first victim died unfortunately, but the latter victims were all saved by my husband."

"No wonder Jiu'er looks tired." Wu Sanyue nodded.

Gan Sisi was breastfeeding Yang Wu, turned her head and asked, "San Yue, do you really want Jiulang to go to Tubo again? Can't someone else go?"

One must know that Yang Jiu has just come back, if he goes to Tubo again, he will not see him again for several months.

During the four seasons of the year, it is really hard to get together less and leave more.

"I want someone else to go too, but who is capable of doing so?" Wu Sanyue sighed softly.

Today's Great Xia Empire is getting stronger and stronger.

But the stronger the country, the more capable ministers and wise men it needs.

A huge country needs talents everywhere, but where do so many talents come from in this world?
Many people were indeed good officials when they first started their careers as officials, but after a while, they would become corrupt officials and dog officials.

Wu Sanyue's ambition is not just to govern the Great Xia Empire well.

She even wants to annex the Kingdom of Jin and Tubo, and turn the Great Xia Empire into an unprecedented huge empire.

This is her ambition and her wish.

"My husband is definitely willing to go." He said with a heartless smile.

Gan Sisi asked with a smile, "How do you know?"

"Ludong Heya is a chess piece that Xianggong took with great difficulty. Now that the chess piece is in trouble, how can Xianggong not come to the rescue?" Ruanqing knew that Gan Sisi was the first woman to enter Yang Jiu's heart, and she might also be Yang Jiu. The first woman in Jiu's life, but compared to the understanding of Yang Jiu, she must be better than Gan Sisi.

Gan Sisi shook her head and said, "Forget it, let Jiulang do whatever he wants to do."

Wu Sanyue was actually even more reluctant, after all, both Gan Sisi and Jueqing had become mothers, and she was still working hard to have a child.

Early the next morning, Wu Sanyue went to the palace to go to court.

After Yang Jiu got up, she was faced with a hearty breakfast.

Jueqing and Gan Sisi teamed up to make a lot of delicious food, just to make up for Yang Jiu.

Gan Sisi then talked about Wu Sanyue wanting Yang Jiu to go to Tubo, just to see if Yang Jiu's reaction was really what Jueqing said.

In Gan Sisi's view, Ludong Heya is a chess piece, and now this chess piece has obviously lost its value and should become a discarded piece.

After hearing this, Yang Jiu smiled and said, "If I didn't miss you so much, I would have gone to Tubo when I was in Sichuan."

After learning about Ludong Heya's situation at that time, Yang Jiu really thought about it, after all, it would save a lot of time to go through Shu.

In the end, he still chose to be selfish, as long as Lu Donghe Ya can hold on, he will still go to rescue him later.

"Sure enough, Jueqing knows you best." Gan Sisi smiled sweetly.

Swallowing the soup in his mouth heartlessly, he asked, "Sir, when do you plan to leave?"

Now that her body has recovered, this time Yang Jiu leaves Chang'an, she must follow.

As for Yang Yun, Aunt Mei is taking care of her, so she feels at ease.

It's just a little more troublesome, you have to find a nanny for Yang Yun first.

Don't look at Gan Sisi's milk, but Yang Wu is too good to eat, and she will definitely not leave food for Yang Yun.

Maybe even Gan Sisi wants to follow.

Yang Jiu said: "Let's rest for a while, if Ludong Heya can hold on, it's not too late to save her."

If Ludong Heya died during this period, then this trip to Tubo would be saved.

After eating and drinking enough, Yang Jiu talked about the results of sewing the corpse last night.

"Use shadow puppets to seduce souls?" Gan Sisi's scalp tingled when she heard that.

Yang Jiu said with a smile: "I guess I'm practicing some kind of evil skill. If I don't catch this person, there will be more victims in the future."

"But my husband didn't even see his face, so how do we catch him?" Gan Sisi felt quite a headache.

Yang Jiudao: "That guy's attire is in the same line as that of the mourner. I plan to talk to the mourner first."

"Jiulang, I think you have to take care of the person who challenged you." Gan Sisi turned to mentioning the corpse eucalyptus.

The murderer of the corpse robbery blatantly made a fight against Yang Jiu.

In addition, this eucalyptus not only increased the workload of the sewers, but also killed many sewers.

This Eucalyptus Yang Jiu didn't think too much, he still had to sew up the corpse.

Those corpses were stolen and dug up, and the sewing threads were cut. If you do these things, you will definitely show up.

Not everyone wears a mask when doing things like a mourner.

However, at night, after Yang Jiu finished sewing a corpse and read his life, he just wanted to scold her.

The real murderer of the corpse robber was actually wearing a mask.

The point is that the mask is cute, like a doll.

Judging from his body shape, that guy should be a woman.

But it is not ruled out that it is a thin man.

These two pieces of eucalyptus are really nothing to worry about.

"Jiu Ye, what's going on?" The cold-blooded man standing outside the corpse shop was full of anticipation.

Whether he could break the case, he pointed to Yang Jiu's body sewing this time.

Yang Jiu said: "There is no clue."

"This..." Leng Xue's face was full of despair.

Yang Jiudao: "Since this guy is here to challenge me, then post a notice saying that I will be waiting for you at Dongchang Sewing Corpse Street tonight, and let this guy prepare the corpse to be sewn."

"That's a good idea." Finally, there was a little smile on Leng Xue's face.

Leng Xue had thought about this before, and worried that Yang Jiu would not agree.

It is also possible that Yang Jiu can find the real culprit by sewing the corpse without making things so troublesome.

Now that Yang Jiu proposed it on his own initiative, Leng Xue would naturally not be polite, so he would do it immediately.

"Master..." As soon as Leng Xue left, Guo Qiniang came from the side.

Seeing her mournful face, Yang Jiu asked with a smile, "Did your lover offend you?"

"Dashan is dead." Guo Qiniang whispered.

Yang Jiu frowned slightly, and asked, "Because of stealing corpses?"

Guo Qiniang nodded.

After all, Wang Dashan is Yang Jiu's disciple and grandson.

After Guo Qiniang stood up with Yang Jiu's support, she also took in several apprentices, including No. 23 corpse seamer Wang Dashan.

The level of Wang Dashan's body sewing is in the forefront among the body sewing people in Dongchang.

The rise of Yang Jiu brought along a large number of outstanding corpse stitchers along the way.

Wei Zhongxian was terrified when he saw it.

Wei Zhongxian has always been working hard to cultivate excellent sewers.

After the death of the third master at that time, Wei Zhongxian was really sad for a long time. If there was no rise of Yang Jiu, who knows what the Dongchang corpse sewing people would be like now.

Yang Jiu regained consciousness and asked, "Where's Da Shan's body?"

"It's still in his body sewing shop." Guo Qiniang wanted to tell Yang Jiu about this last night, but Yang Jiu seemed very tired, so she dragged it off until tonight.

Tonight, Dongchang will not arrange another corpse for him. Yang Jiu wanted to enter the palace, but when he learned of Wang Dashan's tragic death, he hurried to No. 23 corpse sewing shop.

Wang Dashan was lying on the table for sewing corpses, his head was almost smashed flat.

Guo Qiniang originally wanted to sew Wang Dashan's body, but because Dongchang didn't have this arrangement, she didn't dare to make a mistake, and she didn't understand what Dongchang meant by not disposing of Wang Dashan's body for a long time.

Yang Jiu let out a long sigh and asked, "Where's the corpse in the mountain?"

"It should be sent to Yan Luodian." Guo Qiniang guessed.

Wang Dashan was already a very good sewer of corpses, and Dongchang would definitely treat the corpses that could kill him with caution, and store them in the Hall of Yama before processing them.

Yang Jiu said: "Give me Dashan's body."

"Master, but this..." Guo Qiniang wanted to say that this was against the rules.

But when the words come to the lips, it is better to swallow them back after thinking about it.

As the No. [-] corpse stitcher in Tianzi, Yang Jiu must have some kind of privilege.

As long as it was a corpse that Yang Jiu wanted to sew, Dongchang would agree.

What's more, Wang Dashan died so badly that Guo Qiniang didn't know how to restore his head. Now that Yang Jiu sewed up the body himself, it would not be in vain for Wang Dashan to be her Guo Qiniang's apprentice.

After closing the door and lighting the incense, Yang Jiu looked at Wang Dashan's body and smiled lightly, "Dashan, you won't resist, right?"

"Master Jiu, so you can really see ghosts." Wang Dashan's soul curled up in a corner.

The experience of being killed by that corpse made his soul as cowardly as a mouse.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "But the ghosts I don't want to see the most are you."

Wang Dashan lowered his head, feeling that he was embarrassing to Yang Jiu.

Although they usually don't need to call Yang Jiu "Master Zu", but in terms of seniority, they are indeed Yang Jiu's disciples.

The apprentice and grandson's level of sewing corpses is so poor, it is the ancestor who is ashamed.

Yang Jiu said: "I'll fix your body first, it doesn't look like you at all."

"It's really not like it." Wang Dashan also smiled.

The afterlife is really not that bad.

Wang Dashan stood by and watched very seriously.

Yang Jiu's method of sewing corpses is indeed very clever. The seemingly simple movements will show a completely different effect in Yang Jiu's hands.

Soon his head returned to its original shape, even more handsome than when he was alive.

"Jiu Ye, if you had given me some help earlier, I would definitely be able to find a wife." Wang Dashan laughed.

Yang Jiu said contemptuously: "You've found a wife, how can you still play with so many girls in the first floor?"

"That's right, there are advantages and disadvantages." Wang Dashan felt that his life was not in vain.

Because of his disability, he went out to look for work, and was always discriminated against everywhere, and finally became a beggar on the street.

It wasn't until he was so hungry that he couldn't take it anymore that he came to Dongchang to apply for a job as a corpse seamstress, and his life finally ushered in a turning point.

He also earned a lot of money during his time as a corpse seamstress in Dongchang.

With the money, the first thing he did was to go to the brothel to open a meat shop.

As a man, the greatest shame until death is to remain a virgin.

Corpse sewing is a high-risk occupation, Wang Dashan's choice is undoubtedly right.

In the days to come, as long as he had some money on hand, Wang Dashan would go to the mansion to have fun.

Because of this, even if he dies tragically now, Wang Dashan feels that he has no regrets in this life.

After Yang Jiu sewed up the corpse, looking at Wang Dashan's life, there was nothing special about it.

The only thing that stands out is that every time he goes to the ** building, he needs two girls to accompany him. In the eyes of the girls in the ** building, he can be regarded as one of the few macho men.

Of course, the fiercest ones are Sanye, Li Xinghe and others.

People who have eaten the magic whip must have far stronger fighting power than normal people.

[Sewing four hundred and nine corpses, the host will be rewarded with a long-lasting pill. 】

The effect of this long-lasting pill can be understood from two aspects:

One is long-lasting endurance. For example, even a patient with asthma can run a full marathon after taking one pill.

One is the durability between husband and wife.

Being able to get this kind of reward from Wang Dashan, Yang Jiu found it very interesting, reached out and patted Wang Dashan's shoulder lightly, and asked with a smile: "Dashan, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

The action of patting his shoulder didn't feel anything to Wang Dashan.

But he was very grateful in his heart. After thinking about it carefully, he said, "Master Jiu can sew up my corpse himself. I have no regrets."

"Take care." Yang Jiu said.

Wang Dashan nodded, turned and left.

Yang Jiu took out the "Book of Life and Death" and chose to save Wang Dashan.

In his life, Wang Dashan has never done anything evil, but he sewed up a lot of corpses, and his merits are immeasurable.

After successfully saving Wang Dashan, he successfully obtained fifty points of merit.

After the door of the mortuary shop was opened, Guo Qiniang walked in, and she was delighted to see Wang Dashan's head recovered to its original state, so she knew that Yang Jiu would be able to make that head better by doing it herself.

"Master, do you have any clues?" Guo Qiniang was also very concerned about this case.

In fact, all the sewers are very concerned, after all, this eucalyptus is related to their wealth and lives.

Yang Jiudao: "Although there are no clues for the time being, the real culprit will be caught soon and we will avenge everyone."

Guo Qiniang nodded, convinced of Yang Jiu's words.

Six doors posted the notice early in the morning the next day.

Seeing Yang Jiu taking the initiative to invite the thieves, the common people praised him.

The thief is very cunning and powerful. Most people would definitely choose to be a coward.

After seeing the notice, Guo Qiniang knew that the method Yang Jiu said was actually this way.

Now that the bait has been thrown out, it depends on whether the fish will take the bait.

The announcement of the six doors caused a great commotion in Chang'an City.

When the people were discussing heatedly, they frowned heartlessly and said, "Master, why did you say that man's letter of war was sent to the six gates?"

After all, Yang Jiu is the corpse stitcher of Dongchang, so sending the gauntlet to Dongchang will be more effective.

Yang Jiudao: "His purpose may not be the challenge of sewing the corpse."

"If that's the case, then maybe he won't show up." Ruanqing felt desperate after thinking about it.

The two strange events that happened in Chang'an City recently are really troublesome.

Yang Jiu said: "Let's go see Brother Sang first."

To see the mourner, Yang Jiu had no way to contact him directly, so he had to go through Wei Zhongxian.

In the morning, Xiao Xuanzi sent a message and made an appointment to meet the mourner.

That place is opposite the ** building.

When Yang Jiu and Jueqing came there, they couldn't see the mourners everywhere.

When the time was almost up, I saw the mourning man staggering out of the first floor.

"Why is Master Jiu looking for me?" The funeral man reeked of alcohol, but the smell of rouge and gouache was even more pungent.

Yang Jiu took out a portrait and asked, "Brother Sang, do you know this person?"

"I know." The mourner replied very simply, without any hesitation.

Yang Jiu asked again: "Who is this person? Where is he?"

"Jiuye, please explain clearly first, why are you looking for him?" The mourner was very alert.

Yang Jiudao: "The shadow puppets that caused a sensation in Chang'an are caused by this person."

"It turns out that Master Jiu already knows about it." The mourner sighed softly.

Yang Jiu frowned slightly.

Jueqing couldn't help asking: "Since you know everything, why didn't you report it to the authorities?"

"He is my good brother, why should I betray my brother?" There was nothing wrong with the mourner's answer.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "So Brother Sang is not going to tell the truth?"

"That's not necessarily the case. Master Jiu found out this by himself. It's not that I betrayed my brother." The man who sent the mourner had a very weird temperament.

Unfeelingly urged: "Then tell me, where is this person?"

"I don't know." The mourner said.

Unfeelingly angrily said: "You..."

Yang Jiu believed that the mourner was not lying.

If you know each other, you don't necessarily know where the other party is.

"I can draw his true face. Whether I can find someone or not depends on Master Jiu's own ability." The mourner felt that he could only help Yang Jiu get here.

Yang Jiu clasped her fists and said with a smile, "Thank you."

The mourner must know that Yang Jiu can tie paper to find people, and being able to provide the guy's true face is equivalent to telling them the specific location of the guy.

The mourner thought for a while, then took out a portrait from his pocket, and said, "I drew this for him two years ago, and his appearance should not have changed much in the past two years."

Yang Jiu took the portrait, clasped her fists and said with a smile, "Thank you Brother Sang, I'll treat you to a drink later."

"Why look back, it's better now..." The mourning man turned his head and glanced at the first floor.

The wine in the ** building is also very mellow, although he has been drinking it for three days and three nights, he still hasn't drunk enough.

"I'm not free now." Rueqing said coldly.

The mourner laughed loudly and said: "I understand, understand, understand."

When Yang Jiu left, he still threw an ingot of gold to the mourner.

The mourner is grateful to Dede, and with this ingot of gold, he can eat three days and three nights in the ** building. Such a day is called beautiful.

"Is this guy really believable?" Jueqing felt that even the portrait of the mourning man was prepared, and it was probably just a random drawing of someone.

Yang Jiu smiled and said: "Brother Sang is very smart. When he learned from the governor that I was looking for him, he might have guessed my purpose of looking for him."

"If that's the case, then this person is really scary." Rueqing said.

Rumor has it that Wei Zhongxian has many strange people by his side.

Yang Jiudao: "Now that we have a portrait, we can easily find him, but this guy's martial arts must not be weak, and he is extremely cunning. We must make complete preparations before we can arrest him."

The two went directly to the six gates and asked Zhuge Zhengxiong to send someone.

Knowing that the real culprit of the shadow puppet was to be captured, Zhuge Zhengxiong was very excited and asked Rueqing to dispatch the guards of the six doors at will.

"Unfeeling, you married a good husband." Zhuge Zhengxiong laughed.

Seeing Jueqing marrying Yang Jiu, Zhuge Zhengxiong was really unexpected, and seeing Jueqing's happy face, he knew that Jueqing must have seen the right person.

Even if Yang Jiu is not only Rueqing, she has never neglected Rueqing.

Rueqing's pretty face flushed, and she said, "My lord, then we're leaving now."

"Your Master Yang is here, I believe you will be able to arrest that guy." Zhuge Zhengxiong's voice was like a bell.

Ruanqing didn't dare to guarantee it, after all, Yang Jiu spoke very well about that guy, so he shouldn't be underestimated.

The guards from the six doors followed behind the two, talking in low voices.

They have all heard that Yang Jiu has the ability to trace people by making paper, but they have never seen it. Seeing it today, although they feel miraculous, they have to wait until they find someone to call it a miracle.

"Master Rueqing, this is out of the city." An officer was tired from walking, and his tone was not kind.

Another officer said: "Why are you talking to Master Rueqing? How can we be tired of arresting the murderer?"

It seems to be speaking for Rueqing, but in fact it is also shouting tired.

Unfeelingly said: "If you feel tired, you can go back now."

The servants fell silent for a moment.

Following Ruanqing to arrest people is actually a chance to make meritorious service, but they have been complaining all the time, and they have no ambition at all.

Yang Jiu didn't say anything, and left heartlessly for a while. Many newcomers came to the six doors, and they were not so convinced by the four famous arresters, which is also normal.

To catch the murderer, they didn't expect these guys at all.

It's just that since it's arresting people, it's natural to bring more people, which looks more impressive.

Now that he knows the true face of that person, no matter how that person flees to the ends of the earth or changes his appearance, he will not be able to escape Yang Jiu's grasp in the end.

There are many private villas outside the city, almost all of which are built on a hilltop, which is very spectacular.

Even Wei Zhongxian has a villa here, which is said to be comparable to a palace.

Although Yang Jiu is a celebrity around Wei Zhongxian, he has never been to this palace-like house.

After entering the mountain from the left side of the pipeline, you can see several rolling hills.

Almost all hilltops are occupied, either private houses or temples.

The place they are going at the moment is very far away, and the mountain is steep.

Even without rain, the mountains are slippery.

They didn't reach their destination until noon.

It was a temple built on the top of the mountain, called Cihang Temple.

The Cihang Temple has been well built, but unfortunately the incense has been very poor in the past few years, and the monks in the temple are almost out of food.

Fortunately, there are still a few acres of Susukida on the top of the mountain. As long as the monks work a little harder, at least they will not starve to death.

"Sir, that villain will be hiding in Cihang Temple?" Unfeelingly surprised.

Yang Jiu said: "There will be no mistakes."

There are not many monks in Cihang Temple today, so the abbot was heartless to call all the monks together, a total of 17 people.

Yang Jiu glanced at those people, looked at the abbot with a smile, and said, "Master abbot, I'm afraid there is someone missing?"

"My lord, all the monks in this temple are here." The abbot is an ancient monk with eyebrows and beard like snow.

Yang Jiu smiled and said, "It's okay, since the abbot refuses to hand over someone, then we'll find it ourselves."

"My lord, I'm afraid it's not good to disturb the purity of Buddhism like this?" the abbot stopped.

Rueqing said coldly: "The pure land of Buddhism, is it used to hide the imperial court's criminals?"

The abbot was at a loss for words.

Yang Jiu has already entered the Daxiong Palace.

There was no one in the main hall.

The abbot followed with several monks.

"My lord, this is the Great Hall of Great Heroes..." The abbot still wanted to say that Yang Jiu must have made a mistake because Cihang Temple didn't harbor criminals.

Yang Jiu said: "I'm sure, the person we are looking for is here."

The abbot didn't speak.

"Master Yang, if you do this, the Bodhisattva will blame you." A round-faced monk said.

Yang Jiu smiled and said: "Bodhisattvas are merciful and sympathetic to the world. How could they commit crimes because of such a trivial matter? Do you think that Bodhisattvas are as ignorant as you are, and it is plausible to harbor criminals."

A few simple words choked those monks speechless.

"My lord, please do as you please." The abbot stopped talking.

After all, what Yang Jiu said is very reasonable, the Bodhisattva is merciful and will not punish anyone.

Jueqing is actually very nervous, if she can't find someone today, it will greatly damage Yang Jiu's reputation.

Yang Jiu pointed to a candlestick on the altar and said, "Jueqing, turn it."

"Don't touch it." The round-faced monk was anxious.

Yang Jiu asked with a smile, "Why not?"

"Master, isn't your reaction too extreme?" Jueqing was secretly happy, obviously Yang Jiu found the right one.

The round-faced monk wanted to say that doing so would be a blasphemy to the Bodhisattva, but with Yang Jiu's words just now, it would be too far-fetched to say that.

Yang Jiu said: "Although the candlesticks on the altar are all wiped clean, do you think this candlestick is the cleanest, it can be said to be sparkling."

This happens only if the candlestick is turned frequently.

The abbot looked confused, hearing what Yang Jiu said, could this candlestick really be a mechanism?
Jueqing reached out to grab the candlestick, but saw the round-faced monk slamming his palm at Jueqing.

This round-faced monk looked unattractive, but his palm strength was actually very strong.

With unfeeling skills, it is absolutely difficult to resist.

Yang Jiu turned around, stood in front of Jueqing, and lightly slapped the round-faced monk.

Yang Jiu was as stable as Mount Tai, her body didn't even shake.

But the round-faced monk stepped back and didn't stop until his back was pressed against the wall.

"Pfft..." The round-faced monk suddenly bent down, and opened his mouth to spurt out a big mouthful of blood.

Yang Jiu said softly, "Master, what are you doing?"

The abbot looked dazed and his body was trembling.

Jueqing is turning the candlestick lightly at this moment.

Accompanied by a cacha sound, a Buddha statue on the altar slowly moved aside.