corpse file

Chapter 41 Dharma Monk
I agreed, jumped out of the car, and handed the baby's body to Master Deling.

Anyway, they are all Buddhist protector monks, so they are used to this kind of thing.

Then I picked up my handbag and hurriedly followed the boss.

The temple has already become a mess.

Some monks were busy boiling water, while others hurriedly went out to get medicine.

In the main hall, an old monk with a white beard said calmly: "Why panic! Dekun, Deping, you two stay."

"Everyone else should go back to their rooms! Tell senior brother Minghai that we can handle the things here. There is no need to send anyone over to help."

The old monk had a high prestige in the temple. He gave the order, and the people around him saluted the old monk and left quickly.

It was only then that Zhang Sanfen quickly walked into the hall and said, "Master Mingyi, it's me."

When the white-bearded old monk saw Zhang Sanfen coming in, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He said quickly: "I was about to contact you for help when you came over."

"Mr. Zhang, it's the Little Cursed Corpse from Western Sichuan!"

When I heard the words "Little Cursed Corpse in Western Sichuan", I suddenly became excited and immediately remembered that weird phone call.

In recent days, people have been calling the funeral home, saying that there is a party for the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan.

But after the boss got through, the other party left another fake call.

Afterwards, the boss asked Lao Feng to check the phone number and found that it belonged to an ordinary person.

This left the boss a little confused.

The other party was so sincere on the phone that I just had to come over in person.

But after the boss agreed, the other party left another fake phone number.

This is really confusing.

I wanted to wait for the call in the evening, but I didn’t expect Master Deming from the Berlin Zen Temple to be poisoned by the corpse poison of the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan!

The boss' expression changed and he said, "Has anyone else touched Master Deming?"

The old monk shook his head quickly and said, "Master Nephew Deming came back alone. When he came back, he sternly warned everyone that no one was allowed to touch him!"

"I wrapped him in a cassock, and this stopped the spread of the corpse poison."

Zhang Sanfen breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Notify all the monks in the temple not to go near the backyard. This thing is contagious, and once in contact, you will be infected with corpse poison."

"The temple will be closed for a day tomorrow. Don't let the faithful men and women come to offer incense, so as not to be injured by the corpse poison."

The old monk nodded and said, "I will tell the head brother."

Zhang Sanfen said again: "Let me take a look!"

I opened the package, handed Zhang Sanfen a pair of body-touching gloves, and said, "Boss, be careful!"

Zhang Sanfen nodded, then put on his gloves, walked to the bedside, reached out and lifted Master Deming's cassock.

As soon as I opened the cassock, I smelled an extremely unpleasant smell of corpse.

It was like rotten food that had been boiled in a pot for half an hour.

Zhang Sanfen's hand was very steady, and he whispered: "Old He, take out the Sanyang wine."

I hurriedly opened my handbag and took out a glass bottle.

When I handed it over, I glanced at Master Deming.

Master Deming's face already showed signs of ulceration, with yellow pus everywhere.

If it weren't for the cassock wrapped around him, Master Deming's entire body would probably have rotted away.

Zhang Sanfen took the Sanyang wine, opened it, took a sip, and then sprayed it on Master Deming's face.

Stimulated by the alcohol, Master Deming roared in pain and almost broke out of his cassock.

Zhang Sanfen reached out and pressed it, saying: "Don't move!"

He was extremely strong, and once he pressed it, Master Deming was really unable to move.

Then I heard Master Deming gasping and saying, "Zhang San?"

Zhang Sanfen said: "It's me." Master Deming said quickly: "There is something wrong with the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan!"

"That's a cursed corpse! Whoever touches it will die! Don't go!"

Zhang Sanfen said calmly: "I know, you need to recover from your injuries first."

Master Deming suddenly became excited and said hurriedly: "I can't do it anymore!"

"After I die, the corpse poison in my body will become a corpse insect! This thing has wings, and wherever it flies, it can spread corpse poison!"

"Prepare the fire now! Burn me!"

"Burn it now!"

Zhang Sanfen hesitated for a moment, then Master Deming's tone suddenly became fierce: "Why are you still hesitating!"

"Go prepare gasoline and fire now! It will be too late when I die!"

Zhang Sanfen said helplessly: "Master Mingyi, please ask someone to prepare gasoline and a fire."

For the current plan, we must first stabilize the emotions of the wounded.

Old monk Mingyi nodded and said, "I'll have someone make arrangements right away."

Zhang Sanfen said again: "Master Deming, who waved the flag to touch the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan?"

"How many of you went there in total?"

Master Deming said hurriedly: "It's the bodyguards in western Sichuan! Seven of us went there in total! I'm the only one who came back alive!"

"Zhang San! The corpse is awake! The corpse is awake!"

"Don't go! Don't go!"

Master Deming's face was covered in pus, and his shrill voice made the hair on my body stand up.

What the hell is this little cursed corpse in western Sichuan?

Zhang Sanfen nodded and said, "I understand, don't worry, just take good care of yourself."

He put the cassock back on Master Deming's face to prevent the corpse poison from worsening.

Then I heard the old monk Mingyi ask softly: "How is it?"

Zhang Sanfen said: "The corpse poison has entered the body and it is difficult to save."

The old monk Mingyi clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha's name in a low voice.

He said softly: "Before Junior Deming left, the old monk once advised him not to touch the Little Cursed Corpse in Western Sichuan. Once this kind of thing is born, it will definitely be poisonous."

"But he said that the more corpses there are, the more they should be dug out and disposed of. Otherwise, sooner or later it will be a time bomb."

"So he packed up his bags and left without hesitation."

Zhang Sanfen asked: "How long ago did he go?"

The old monk Mingyi calculated silently and said, "Today is the fourth day."

Zhang Sanfen glanced at me. It happened to be the day I left the detention center and joined the night shift manager of Nanshan Funeral Home.

Zhang Sanfen said: "The corpse poison on Master Deming is difficult to deal with, but we can't just burn him."

"Master Mingyi, I need Sanyang wine, and the quantity is large! You'd better send someone to buy it from the official."

"Soak Master Deming's body with strong alcohol to prevent the spread of corpse poison."

"Prepare an airtight room and transport Master Deming inside. This way, once he dies, even if corpse moths fly out, they will not spread to the surrounding area."

Master Mingyi nodded slightly and said, "The old monk will send his disciples to do the work."

Zhang Sanfen said again: "Where is Master Deming's previous mobile phone?"

A Buddhist monk next to him said: "Senior brother did not have a mobile phone when he came back."

Zhang Sanfen frowned slightly.

Without mobile phones, there is no positioning.

Without positioning, it is impossible to determine where the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan woke up.

(End of this chapter)