strayed into fairy mountain

Chapter 61 [The art of the coffin, the dying person]

But the old man let out a hissing breath, brushed tung oil with a small brush again, and said meaningfully: "When people are dying, everyone has their own suffering. Some people are in severe pain all over their bodies, as if thousands of knife wounds are being cut, and some people are dying. His face turned blue from holding back, and his chest seemed to be pressed against a stone. Someone was obviously short of breath, but that breath could never be broken..."

"They seem to have closed their eyes, and they seem to be lying peacefully in the coffin, and even the filial sons and grandsons have begun to cry, kneeling next to the coffin to show filial piety."

"But the filial sons and grandsons don't know that the elder lying in the coffin is not dead yet..."

"He didn't die, he was only short of his last breath. However, this last breath is the greatest pain before he dies."

"Can't struggle, can't open his mouth, obviously he's not breathing, but he's actually alive."

"And the last breath that he couldn't let go may be the punishment for some evil thing he did in his life."

"This evil thing may be very small, so small that he didn't realize that he had done evil, but the retribution in the dark caused him to be tortured before he died."

When the old man said this, he raised his head and glanced at Zhang Jingxu, and asked meaningfully: "Wait Zhang, let me ask you, if someone can help at this time, the dying person in the coffin can be relieved instantly, so that he can live in peace without having to suffer anymore. Let's go...then you discuss it with the old man, is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

Zhang Jingxu frowned, unable to answer for a moment.

After a long while, he took a deep breath and said, "Go on."

The old man chuckled and nodded.

He brushed the tung oil tremblingly, and continued in a gloomy tone: "The coffin maker of my ancestors has been passed down for seven or eight generations, and there is only one technique in total, which is to borrow the fate of the dying person."

"I borrow very little, just the time when I am dying. For normal people, this time is nothing more than drinking a cup of tea."

"However, the effort of drinking a cup of tea is a great torture for the dying. Their bodies are in severe pain, their chests are heavy, and they know that they are going to die, but they still can't wait for them to die."

"When people are alive, they look forward to life, but when they are dying, they only look forward to death."

"So, I borrowed my life. He is peaceful, and there seems to be a rule in the dark. There will be merit for doing so..."

When the old man said this, he laughed. He looked at Zhang Jingxu meaningfully, and asked, "Wait Zhang, tell me, I borrowed their lives, why did the world give me merit?"

Zhang Jingxu let out a breath slowly, pondered for a while, and slowly replied: "People who are dying, suffer pain, although this may be God's punishment for some evil things he has done inadvertently in his life, but God is magnanimous and magnanimous. , I am more concerned about redemption..."

He paused for a while, and answered again while thinking, and said: "When the coffin maker borrowed his life, he also helped the dying person to escape. To relieve the suffering of others is to redeem them. There is nothing good about this. "

Uncle Liu laughed loudly and said, "So, your answer is good?"

Zhang Jingxu looked at the old man sincerely with clear eyes, and said solemnly: "Zhang understands now, uncle, you asked me three questions earlier. My answer now is the answer to your first question."

He paused while speaking, and then solemnly said: "My answer is that the fate of the dying person, even if it is only the fate of the last breath, is still fortune-telling. It's just that the coffin maker borrowed his little fortune At this time, redemption is carried out to relieve pain, so that he can die peacefully... this matter is good."

Old Uncle Liu laughed again, but tears flickered in the corners of his eyes as he laughed, and asked again: "So, does this violate the laws of the court?"

Zhang Jingxu pondered for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Zhang has just become a head arrester, and he is not familiar with the court laws."

Yun Jingshu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, and said solemnly: "There is no such precedent in the court laws. Since there are no regulations in the law, then this matter is not considered a violation of the law."

Zhang Jingxu turned her head to look at her, then looked at Uncle Liu again, and said softly: "Did you hear that, there is no crime if there is no conclusion."

"it is good!"

Uncle Liu's face was full of relief.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, muttered to himself, and said: "After hearing your conclusions, the old man is relieved. For so many years, the old man has been tortured in his heart. Although I know that I am freeing others, I am free. At the same time as someone else, after all, he borrowed his life. In other words, I killed him..."

He sighed as he spoke, and murmured again: "Is it right or wrong to do this, I have been guilty for so many years."

Zhang Jingxu's voice softened unconsciously, and said softly: "Being able to feel guilty shows that you are always introspective. Zhang suddenly realizes that you may not be haunted by weirdness..."

Unexpectedly, Old Uncle Liu shook his head slowly, and said bitterly: "No, you are wrong. The old man knows very well that my whole body is full of ominous things. Maybe at some point, I will become vicious."

Zhang Jingxu hesitated slightly, and asked tentatively: "Since you can borrow your life, and you can get merit when you borrow your life, it is common to accumulate it over the years, so you should be able to clear up the weirdness on your body, right?"

He paused for a while, then tried again and asked again: "Unless there is a possibility that after you borrowed your fate, you didn't use it yourself, but gave it all to others, so you can't help yourself."

"This reminds me of the third of your three questions. Just now you asked me loudly: If I didn't use my fate on myself, would I let you go..."

"This question is obvious. You definitely gave your fate to someone else, right?"

Having said this, Zhang Jingxu solemnly looked at the old man in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Liu, tell me, how many lives have you borrowed in the past 15 years, and who have you given these borrowed lives to? Practitioners, this matter must be clearly understood, in my position, I can neither harm a good person, but I will never let a wicked person go..."

"There is one more thing. Zhang also wants to ask clearly. I already know the magic technique you borrowed your life from, but what is the method you use to give someone else's life away?"

"To be honest, Zhang is very vigilant about this matter. When I brought the yamen servants over this morning, a young man found something very strange. He told me that your house has a strong smell of rats."

As Zhang Jingxu said, a sharp flash flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "And the smell of the mouse just happened to appear in another place, so Zhang has to suspect, Uncle Liu, you and that..."

However, before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a voice from outside, with a gloomy expression, as if he felt inexplicable guilt, said: "You don't need to try again, the old man will answer everything. The person he borrowed is me. As for the mouse you speak of, it is also... me."

Accompanied by this sound, footsteps approached in the yard, and soon the light at the door dimmed, and a burly figure walked in.

Zhang Jingxu suddenly turned around.

The next moment, he was dumbfounded.

What he saw was a man with hairy hands and feet like a mouse, and Zhang Jingxu was very familiar with the appearance of this man.

Just saw it this morning...

Sure enough, as he guessed.

The county government jailed the head, Sun Dashan.

……

It has long been guessed that Zhang Jingxu shouldn't be stunned, but the real reason for him is the person squatting on Sun Dashan's shoulder.

To be exact, it was actually a mouse.

It has a human body with sound limbs, but one of its faces is clearly that of a mouse.

So weird!
Zhang Jingxu took a deep breath.

Sun Dashan's hands and feet are hairy, and his face is that of a normal person.

The mouse was squatting on its shoulders, but its hands and feet were like ordinary people.

This is reversed?
Or hybrid?
(End of this chapter)