Holy Bone

Chapter 882 Clues
When it comes to sewing corpses, Jin An is no stranger.

He has a copy of "Collector's Record" from the ghost mother's nightmare.

When he opened a coffin shop in Jiangzhou Prefecture, he helped the dead to sew and bury the dead more than once.

He has always believed in the collections "A Thousand Ways to Die", "Wu Zuo Science Popularization Collection", "Song Ti Punishment and Cleansing Injustice Collection", "Luban Book", "Knowledge for the Career of an Embalmer", "Paper Requirements" and "Paper Books" from the ghost mother's nightmare. "Collecting Corpse Records" is a collection of "Jie Shi Leads You to Fish for the Yin Gate" is a wonderful book in the world, a shocking work.But this didn't stop him from wondering how the mortician in front of him would sew up the corpse?

In summer, the corpse decomposes quickly, and a giant view has appeared, green water and yellow water flow horizontally, and the smell is not good. This is no longer something that can be tolerated by a father's love and forced suffocation!
But if you smell the smell of corpses for a long time, the miasma will enter the brain, causing dizziness, chest tightness and vomiting!

Everyone staying in the lobby, except that the old Taoist took out a self-made detoxification pill and put it in his mouth, rubbed some detoxification pills, dipped in Sanyang wine and smeared it in front of the nose, and could sit calmly in the lobby, even The relatives of the deceased, Uncle Wang and Wang Dagang, all left the lobby and stood nervously in the yard, watching the mortician and Jin An dragging the quilt to carefully carry the deceased out of the coffin and put him on the hanging bamboo bed.

At this time, the grandson of the mortician with wet wipes on his face came to the lobby with a golden basin of clear water and several toolboxes on his back, put them down, and stood aside, planning to learn the craft.

Cai Xu, the mortician who got the toolbox, did not start working immediately.

Instead, go to the golden basin and wash your hands first, which is called cleansing.

Then he walked to the altar in the lobby, took out a calligraphy and painting, and hung it on the wall.

Then light a few sticks of incense sticks and respectfully offer incense to the calligraphy and paintings and the spiritual tablets of the ancestors, and finally go to the bamboo bed to sew the corpse.

The moment the corpse seamstress hung the calligraphy and painting on the wall, both Jin An and the old Taoist stared blankly, but they both belonged to human spirits, one was an old vixen, the other was a little vixen, and they calmly put away their expressions be surprised.

The calligraphy and painting on the wall couldn't be said to be exactly the same as the calligraphy and painting they encountered in Fenghuang Town, they were exactly the same, they were all paintings of landscape paintings surrounded by clouds and fog.

When the old Taoist came across the calligraphy and painting at Zheng Liuye’s house in Fenghuang Town, he saw the memory of the female corpse in Fenghuang Town, and now he saw the same calligraphy and painting at the mortician’s home in Xicai Village. A three-year-old child knew that there must be a relationship between the two. There are important connections.

Jin An thought of Shi Zhiping who was found out as a wanted criminal by him. When he was sent to the prison, he sewed his eyes shut and disappeared from the prison soon after. It seems that they did not come by mistake this time. Corpse clues.

What Jin An could think of, the old Taoist priest naturally could also think of it. The two looked at each other calmly, and the old Taoist asked curiously: "Why did Master Cai ask for a landscape calligraphy and painting before sewing up the corpse?"

"This is a thing passed down from the ancestors. Every time I pray for the blessings of the ancestors before sewing up the corpse, I hope everything will go well." The corpse seammaker replied with a simple smile, seemingly answering, but he didn't answer anything.

The corpse of the child on the bamboo bed had no head. Uncle Wang said that he drowned in the reservoir and was gnawed off by the thousand-year-old fish king, so he found a mortician in Xicai Village and sewed his nephew's head on.

Seeing this kind of headless corpse all the year round, and the highly decomposed corpse that has appeared in the giant view, I must not dare to look directly at it. The timid person will have nightmares for several days in a row, but for Jin An, it has long been sparse and normal. waves.

On the other hand, the ten-year-old grandson of the mortician was able to watch his grandfather sew the corpse without changing his face, with a surprisingly calm expression on his face. He looked curiously, and then turned back to the mortician to repair the corpse.

And just when Jin An turned his head, the grandson of the corpse maker looked at Jin An from the corner of his eyes, and continued to focus on the corpse sewing.

The mortician sews the corpse first by washing the blood from the corpse. Although the corpse looks like a giant and is not easy to take care of, it still looks clean in the hands of the mortician. Then the bones are touched. If the deceased has old injuries, Let the deceased pass away peacefully; followed by cleaning the uneven flesh and blood near the neck wound for the next step of sewing the corpse; these are superficial cleaning, mainly to make the deceased walk decently, and then the real sewing link...

The mortician cuts and sews a sack, then fills it with dry straw, then draws the child's facial features with reference to the portrait, and finally sews the puppet's head and corpse together with needles and threads.

It sounds simple, but the actual operation needs to be very careful, just like arranging a corpse requires a lot of patience. For example, when drawing the facial features, the proportions must not be crooked. For example, the proportion of the head to the body must be well-proportioned, and the head and feet should not be heavy or light-headed. Heavy.

There is a saying in Laoyinmen, if you want to make the dead uncomfortable, the dead will make your life uncomfortable.

Therefore, the profession of mortician is a profession that requires boldness and carefulness.

The craftsmanship of the mortician is good. Even though the corpse has been highly decomposed and looks like a giant, the proportion of the puppet's head looks very harmonious. Cai Xu, the mortician, has become famous in ten miles and eight towns, which is indeed a bit of a skill.

however.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

In Jin An's eyes, he felt that Cai Xu's craftsmanship was just like that. He only learned the skills of a layman, but did not learn the essence of an expert.

There are many corpse thaumaturgy recorded in "Collecting Corpse Records", just like "one virtue, two lives, three talents, four limbs, five internal organs, six internal organs, extraordinary meridians, eight veins, and nine palaces". , Arranging the body and sewing the head can only be regarded as the initial completion of "one virtue" and "two lives", and there are still three talents, four limbs, five internal organs, six internal organs, extraordinary meridians, eight channels, and nine palaces to go.

But now that he has practiced the technique of expelling corpses, he can add one more step to the nine steps, perfecting perfection into perfection, and allowing the deceased to fulfill his last wish during his lifetime.

Jin An shook his head in his heart at the craftsmanship of the corpse seamstress in front of him. He thought that Cai Xu, the corpse seamstress, would let him see a different corpse sewing technique, but the result was not as good as that of a beginner like him.

Since the acquaintance was also a good relationship, he planned to wait for the incident in Xicai Village, help the poor child fulfill his last wish, and repay Uncle Wang for giving them a free ride.

Sewing a corpse requires fineness and care. Although it was only a head patch, it was almost the night when the work was over. When the mortician put away his tools and washed his hands in the gold basin, the rooster just happened to be crowing outside.

"Fortunately, the corpse was sewn up before the rooster crowed, and there was no trouble." The mortician called Uncle Wang and Wang Dagang to confirm whether he was satisfied.

Uncle Wang and Wang Dagang, who had waited anxiously all night, rushed to the bamboo bed. Wang Dagang's eyes were red, and he silently watched his son roll down the bed and weep.

"Hey." Uncle Wang sighed.

Then he cupped his fists to thank the mortician, and handed over the money bag that had been prepared.

Mr. Xu and those family guards did not leave. At this time, they also came over curiously to look at them, and then they were full of praise for the craftsmanship of the corpse seamstress. Not only was the corpse neatly arranged, but also an unknown spice was applied to suppress the smell of corpses. , they no longer feel uncomfortable standing next to the corpse.

Although Jin An looked down on the layman's craftsmanship of the mortician, in the eyes of these ordinary people, he was already exclaiming a miracle.

"Master Cai, why can you only sew the corpse at night, and finish it before the rooster crows?" Mr. Xu, who had a thick waist and a thick neck, spoke in a more polite tone.

The corpse maker: "Everything has a way, Yin and Yang are orderly, everything in the world follows its own way, so that there is no conflict between Yin and Yang, the living have the Yangguan Avenue of the living, and the dead have the Huangquan Avenue of the dead. The rooster corresponds to the Suzaku, implying the sun, Belonging to the pure yang gods of heaven and earth, the rooster crows, the vitality is vigorous, and the dead make way for the living."

Master Xu showed admiration on his face: "360 trips to the number one scholar, I didn't expect that there are so many skills in the mortician, today is an eye-opener."

The mortician then asked Jin An to help him carry the corpse back to the coffin and seal it up. Then he asked his grandson to lead the way and take the guests to the backyard to rest.

Uncle Wang and Wang Dagang looked hesitant, and looked up at the sky outside. It was not yet bright at this time, and it was not suitable for driving at night. After discussing it, they decided to take a nap and wait until dawn before going on the road.

Because there were a lot of people this time, the wing room in the backyard couldn’t accommodate everyone. In the end, everyone was squeezed into two rooms in a big shop.

Like everyone else, the old Taoist fell asleep when he touched the pillow. Not long after, there were toad-like snoring sounds from the two wing rooms.The sound of snoring, teeth grinding, and the smell of feet after taking off his shoes made Jin An not feel sleepy at all. After saying hello to the seamstress, he began to wander around Xicai Village.

Maybe it was because of the continuous rush, everyone was very tired, this time, they slept until the sky was dark, and the grandson of the mortician came to call everyone for lunch at noon, but everyone still slept soundly.

In the end, only Jin An, Master Xu and several accompanying servants and guards came out to eat.

When it was dark again and it was time for dinner, everyone woke up from a full sleep. When Uncle Wang and Wang Dagang found out that they had overslept, they regretted for a while and wanted to rush all night, but they were finally persuaded by the crowd.

"It's dark at night, how far can you drive, it's better to recharge your batteries tonight, and go out early tomorrow morning. Besides, it's not safe to drive at night. Those in the coffin can't run away even if they want to."

Under everyone's persuasion, Uncle Wang and Wang Dagang decided to stay another night.

The bones of Mr. Xu’s son are a bit troublesome, the materials are not ready yet, and the body will not be sewn up tonight, because after sleeping all day in the daytime, he doesn’t feel sleepy at night. After dinner, everyone dispersed, and some people returned after dinner The wing room stayed quietly, some people went out for a walk after eating to digest food, some people sat and chatted.

Holding a lantern, Jin An and the old Taoist wandered around the empty Xicai Village. Seeing no one around, the old Taoist asked Jin An in a low voice, what did they find when they visited Xicai Village during the day?
Jin An: "There are indeed some discoveries."

"Oh?" The old Taoist looked.

Although the old Taoist held a lantern in his hand, the dim candlelight had limited lighting at night in the countryside. A few steps away, it was pitch black, and there was no cool breeze in the sultry summer.

"When I was visiting Xicai Village during the day, I discovered a detail. There are old and weak women and children in Xicai Village, but there are no girls around seven, eight or nine years old." Jin An shared his discovery.

Ah!
The old Taoist looked surprised.

The old Taoist priest was not confused, and immediately guessed that Jin An had something to say, and said in a low voice: "Little brother, do you suspect that this matter is related to the intermingling of the two corpses half a year ago?"

"Yeah." Jin An nodded.

"Old Taoist, do you still remember the calligraphy and painting preserved by the mortician on the altar in the lobby? What do you think?"

The old Taoist curled his lips: "How can I have an opinion, little brother, you are asking the question knowingly, isn't my opinion the old way is your opinion, little brother, when will we both have two minds."

Jin An suddenly bared his teeth because of a toothache. Out of the ten sentences that the old Taoist said, there was always one sentence that took advantage of him.

Jin An pretended not to hear it and said to himself: "That calligraphy and painting is likely to be the same as the one we got in Fenghuang Town. It hides the secret of refining corpses. We have to find a chance to take a look."

The old Taoist frowned: "The calligraphy and painting are not easy to take."

"Through my observation as a veteran, there must be one of the mortician and the grandson of the mortician who will stay in the lobby, unless we have a chance to get it after everyone is asleep. But now we are crowded with people in the Datong shop, and there are too many eyes It’s complicated, and it’s not convenient to do it.”

"Originally, we just followed Shi Zhiping to Xicai Village, and wanted to see what kind of conspiracy Shi Zhiping was up to, but we didn't expect so many unexpected discoveries in Xicai Village, but we didn't know what happened in Xicai Village. How much else is Caicun involved in?"

"Shi Zhiping's bastard animal has been found, little brother, what are you going to do with Shi Zhiping?" The old Taoist changed the subject and brought up another matter.

"It's time to kill." The four words were short and calm.

Swish--

There was a sudden movement from the bushes on the dark side of the road. The old Taoist held his lantern and poked his head out to look. A hare ran out and quickly burrowed into the grass on the other side of the road. The old Taoist looked away.

"You can't keep the mortal dogs raised by the mortician who ate human flesh!" the old Taoist added.

Jin An nodded: "Yeah."

"Corpse refinement, landscape calligraphy and painting, Shi Zhiping, corpse seammaker, so many clues seem to all lead to the same clue, Immortal Mountain."

"Old Taoist, don't you think that landscape calligraphy and painting may be related to Bulao Mountain?" Jin An mentioned another matter.

The old Taoist was taken aback.

Jin An: "Old Taoist, you said that you have seen the mountains and rivers in landscape calligraphy and paintings. It seems that it depends on you, old Taoist, to find out the location of Bulao Mountain."

The old Taoist scratched his head in distress: "It's too general to rely on a landscape calligraphy and painting alone. I'm just saying that I have a sense of familiarity. I may or may not have seen it... After all, according to the people in Fenghuang Town. Words, the people who live on the Mountain of Immortality are all immortal monsters, it is a place where thousands of years of kings and eight spirits gather, and normal people should not be able to get close to it."

Faced with Jin An's smiling but silent gaze, the old Taoist felt his scalp tingling, and finally he spread his hands helplessly and said, "Old Taoist, I try to spend more time every day trying to think back."

"However... If you have a meal of haggis noodles or mutton rolls and mutton brain hot pot every day to nourish your body and eat your body, maybe one day you will suddenly be quick-witted and inspired, and you will recall it all at once, hehe..."

Jin An looked at the old Taoist priest who kept eating without saying a few words.

The two talked while walking around Xicai Village, and walked to the entrance of Xicai Village unknowingly, and found that it was very lively here tonight, and many villagers gathered at the entrance of the village holding torches.

(End of this chapter)