This mixed martial arts is not serious

Chapter 2: Rest in peace
North Street, ruined temple.

When the handsome young man and farmer Lao Li arrived, the old lame man had already disappeared.

In the dilapidated earth temple, the old cripple's body was huddled in a corner where weeds accumulated. In front of it was a pile of burned firewood. Under the dim light, the old cripple's thin and stiff face could be vaguely seen.

"When did you discover it?" the handsome young man asked.

"Just this morning, the beggar Xiaomi told me. This ruined temple was originally Xiaomi's nest. Last night, the old cripple probably asked for food too late, so he did not go back to his old house in Weigong Village. He planned to go to this ruined temple with I made do with millet for one night, but the result... alas!" Farmer Lao Li sighed.

"Okay, I understand. Let's take them to my place first!" The handsome young man nodded.

"Okay!" Farmer Lao Li responded.

Then the two of them walked into the ruined temple. They first worked together to straighten the old cripple's body, which was already curled up and stiff. Then they worked together to move the old cripple's body onto a cart, and finally covered it with a mat.

After finishing the work.

The two of them pulled the cart back in the direction of [Luo Ji Shou Wood Shop].

[Luo Ji Shou Cai Shop] is located on the outskirts of the northwest corner of Qixia Town. It is located in a remote area and sparsely populated. In addition, it was just after Yinshi at the moment. In the late autumn, even farmers would not get up so early, so I didn’t meet anyone else along the way.

Under the misty morning light, the two quickly returned to [Luo Ji Shou Wood Shop], but they did not go in. Instead, they walked into [Yizhuang] next door.

There are only two burial industries in Qixia Town.

Among them, [Luo Ji Shou Cai Shop] belongs to Yinglang Young.

And [Yizhuang] also belongs to the heroic young man.

The handsome young man is named "Luo Yang".

This name was given to him by his grandfather, and the businesses of [Shoushou Cai Shop] and [Yizhuang] were also passed down to him by his grandfather. Because my family is engaged in a yin business, I chose a name with strong yang energy.

[Shou Chou Shop] is a coffin shop, which usually makes money mainly by selling coffins and some burial goods such as ingots, candles, and incense.

[Yizhuang] is a place used to store coffins in ancient times. Some corpses died in other places and were waiting for their families to come and transport them back to their hometown for burial. As well as those whose families are poor and cannot bury their bodies for the time being, they can pay a low fee to temporarily store their bodies and ashes in Yi Zhuang.

Besides.

After some bodies died, their identities were not known, and no one helped to collect the bodies. Seeing that the bodies could only be exposed in the wilderness, Yizhuang would also help collect the bodies and bury them in the ground.

However, this is purely charity, and not every charity will do it.

But Grandpa Luo Yang, who originally opened this [Yizhuang], happened to have this habit. Later, for some reason, Luo Yang also inherited this habit.

That's why after the old cripple died, the farmer Lao Li came to inform him.

The old cripple has no special identity, he is just a miserable person among the vast crowd.

The old lame man was a hunter when he was young. One time when he went hunting in the mountains, he encountered an accident and fell off the mountain. Although he later saved his life, his legs were lame ever since.

Naturally, with a broken leg, he couldn't continue hunting, he lost his means of livelihood, and he couldn't find a wife.

When he was young, the old lame man could make a living by picking up some firewood at the foot of the mountain and opening two acres of land with his little strength.

But when he got older and the land could no longer grow, he had no choice but to go to the streets to beg.

The old cripple's old house is in Weigong Village, about five or six miles away from Qixia Town. Normally, the old cripple would rush to Qixia Town to beg in the morning and return to Weigong Village in the evening. But yesterday, he might have been too late to beg for food, so he planned to spend the night in a ruined temple on North Street.

That ruined temple was originally a beggar's den in Qixia Town, and the old cripple also stayed there before.

Maybe it was because the old cripple was old and in poor health. In addition, the temperature dropped sharply last night. Without paying attention, the old cripple never woke up after falling asleep last night.

The old lame man's parents died young, leaving him without a mother-in-law or any heirs.

Naturally, no one helped him collect his body after his death.

That's why the farmer Lao Li came over to notify Luo Yang as soon as he learned that the old cripple had passed away. ······
[Yizhuang] There is no threshold, so farmer Li directly pulled the cart in.

"Then, I'll bother shopkeeper Xiao Luo. If there's anything I need help with later, just say hello."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work along the way, Old Uncle Li." Luo Yang nodded.

"It's not hard work, it's not hard work. What you and shopkeeper Lao Luo did are all good deeds. I'm just helping you, and maybe you can use your kindness!" Farmer Lao Li grinned and smiled honestly.

Luo Yang sent the farmer Lao Li to the door. After watching him leave, he walked into the longevity material shop, picked up a set of paper clothes and some tools, and returned to Yizhuang.

After a person dies, if the deceased has filial sons and grandsons, then it will take at least three days to complete the funeral process.

But right now, it’s natural to keep everything simple.

Luo Yang brought a basin of water, first washed the old lame man's body, then combed his hair, put on a beautiful paper shroud, and finally put it into the coffin and sealed the coffin lid. It was done.

Because no one paid for the old cripple's funeral, Luo Yang used the cheapest standard whether it was a shroud or a coffin.

But even so.

A intact coffin is still a considerable expense for many poor families in this era.

Even before Grandpa Luo Yang buried these unclaimed corpses, he would not prepare complete coffins for them. Most of the time, he would just use mats or wooden boards instead.

The reason why Luo Yang was willing to spend such a high price to help an unknown person collect the body naturally had his own reasons.

After sealing the coffin.

Luo Yang stood in the dim Yizhuang, and saw no movement from him. Just like that, two bronze doors that seemed to be visible only to him suddenly appeared in Yizhuang.

This is a thick and mysterious bronze door, with a simple green-gold color throughout. The door is engraved with a large number of complex patterns. The two copper buckles inlaid with the door knocker look like evil ghosts. They look ferocious, but they also have an inexplicable majesty.

Push open the door.

A ray of warm and genial sunshine seeped out from the crack in the door.

As the light dissipated, the scene in front of Luo Yang suddenly changed. Inside the door seemed to be another world, where day and night were reversed from the outside world. A dazzling and warm sun hung high in the sky, with blue sky and white clouds, and the sky was clear and clear.

And under the sky.

It is a vast and barren land. As far as the eye can see, apart from the black and red land, not even a single weed can be seen.

Except for the sound of the wind, no other sounds could be heard in all directions.

This scene makes people feel vast and desolate.

Facing such a strange and strange change, Luo Yang's expression did not change at all. He walked straight into the bronze door, picked up a hoe at his feet, and started digging in the black-red soil.

At this moment, there were three graves piled neatly on his left side, and he was digging the fourth one.

Luo Yang dug quickly.

In less than an hour, a trench large enough to bury the entire coffin was dug.

Three quarters of an hour later.

A new tomb was erected, with a tombstone erected directly in front of it, with the four characters "Tomb of Wang Hu" inscribed on it.

Wang Hu is the real name of the old cripple.

After setting up the tombstone, Luo Yang offered three sticks of incense in front of the old cripple's grave. As the white smoke slowly rose, a mighty sound that only Luo Yang could hear appeared in his mind at the same time.

[Wang Hu would like to thank you for helping him rest in peace. He will give you a piece of "life essence" for free! 】

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(End of this chapter)