I am immortal in history

It's quiet at night.

Li Ping'an stood on the roof, looking at Qianyuan Street from a distance.

Contrast this with the flickering lights of the nearby streets, and something eerie is quickly apparent.

"On that stretch of street, no one has any lights on!"

Business in the capital is bustling, and many shops are open at night. Qianyuan Street is the main road in the capital, and the shops are lined up in rows, so not all of them are closed.

“I don’t dare to pass by in the future, not even during the day!”

Li Ping'an felt his whole body carefully and found no discomfort, so he felt a little relieved.

You may not believe in ghosts and gods, but you must fear them.

"You have to observe every day from now on. If the black light range expands one day, go outside the city to avoid trouble..."

Li Ping'an would not and did not dare to interfere in this matter. He did not even think about reporting to the official. He only prayed that an expert would pass by and kill the demon with his hands.

As for the people of Qianyuan Street, wish yourself good luck!

This is a real world, not a novel or romance. Most of the knights who slay demons and demons are dead.

So when you don't have the strength, put away those damn sympathy, lest you fail to accomplish good things and end up losing yourself!

…

The next day.

City God's Temple.

The incense became more and more prosperous, and believers came in droves.

Last summer, rumors spread from nowhere that the City God captured the soul of Lu Dutong and beheaded him.

The story is told vividly, and the popularity of "citing people to sue officials" has not subsided. The combination of the two has become a hot topic second only to His Majesty's birthday.

Fat Miao Zhu seized the opportunity and invited the victim of the case to the Chenghuang Temple to fulfill his wish.

In front of the believers, the suffering master told the story of the city god's dream. I don't know whether it is true or not, but he received a lot of money for incense.

Fat Temple wishes to give 30% of the incense money to the suffering owner to show the city god's kindness.

The mistress rented a shop near the Chenghuang Temple, selling some snacks and fruits, and told everyone about his dreams.

Believers liked to hear the stories of apparitions, so they often went to the shop to spend money. The snacks tasted good, and the shop was sold in just one year.

"What a fickle fate!"

When Li Ping'an heard about this, he couldn't help but marveled.

Last year, the mother and daughter were so poor that they couldn't afford to hire a funeral car. The family had no backbone, and it was difficult to survive in a world of cannibalism.

According to the fate of most orphaned girls and widowed mothers, the relatives in her deceased husband's clan will be wiped out without waiting for someone with impure intentions to bully her.

Then they kicked the mother and daughter out of the house and even sold them into Goulan.

They never thought that mother and daughter would be blessed by the City God, and no one would dare to bully them. They would also have a shop to make a living, and they would not have to worry about food and drink.

Queue to enter the City God's Hall.

Li Ping'an offered three sticks of incense, kowtowed to the statue, and finally donated ten taels of silver.

The fat temple handing out talismans was smiling brightly. Even though the City God's Temple was becoming more and more effective, few people were so generous.

After all, it is just a small temple for small gods, and the majority of believers are middle and lower class people. The wealthy and wealthy people in the capital go to Taoist temples to burn incense and pray.

"The City God will definitely bless the lay people."

"Master, can you give me a few more?"

Li Ping'an pointed to the exorcism charm and said, "I've been having nightmares these days. Maybe I encountered something unclean."

"sure!"

Fat Miao Zhu's eyes lit up and he directly handed over a dozen talisman seals. He looked up at the statue of the City God and lowered his voice.

"Do lay people need more advanced ways to exorcise evil spirits?"

Li Ping'an nodded quickly: "Master, please teach me."

Fat Temple Zhu rubbed his thumb and index finger back and forth: "It depends on whether the layman is pious or not..."

Li Pingan understood immediately, took out a banknote from his sleeve and put it into the merit box.

"The City God said that lay people are very pious!"

Fat Miao Zhu took a handful of incense ashes from the incense box on the table and wrapped it in talisman paper: "If a layman encounters evil spirits, just sprinkle the incense ashes."

"Thank you, Master."

Li Ping'an put the incense ashes into his cuffs. The exorcism charm was effective, and the incense ashes would most likely be useful as well. He turned and walked away for a few steps and suddenly turned around and asked.

"Master, do you believe in God?"

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. What's important is that without money, you can't publicize the deeds of the City God to eliminate harm for the people!"

Fat Miao Zhu had a smile on his eyebrows. He didn't care about Li Ping'an's ridicule. He touched his slightly fat belly and felt a bit like Zen.

…

Returning from Chenghuang.

Li Ping'an observed for several days and found that the black light area of ​​Qianyuan Street showed no signs of expansion.

No more worries, I eat well and sleep soundly.

Life returned to the usual routine, practicing martial arts, touching corpses, eating, and occasionally going to Chunfeng Tower to criticize the evil old society.

Spring passes and summer comes, and in a blink of an eye it’s May and June.

Li Ping'an hated summer last year because his corpse stinked and his merits were reduced by half. This year he feels summer is very good.

this day.

An uninvited guest came to the morgue, the body collector Gao Laoer.

Gao Laoer usually picked up corpses and carried them to the mortuary in Pingkangfang. Today, he passed by Willow Street carrying the corpse and stopped talking regardless of the rules.

"Xiao Anzi, Mr. De gave us five cents more."

Master De is the undertaker of Andingfang. He is of the same generation as Grandpa Li Ping'an and is quite prestigious among the undertakers.

"We can't make any money from this price."

Li Ping'an felt guilty at first. Could it be that the two extra cents were exposed?

Gao Laoer chuckled and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. I heard that many body collectors have gone to Mr. De's place."

After that, he left with the corpse on his back.

Li Ping'an frowned slightly, looking at Gao Laoer's back, thinking about why Mr. De had broken their tacit understanding.

The undertaker and the body collector are not superiors and subordinates. One is within the system and the other is a common person. To be more precise, it is an employment relationship.

The undertaker was supposed to collect and carry the corpse, but he disliked the hard work and outsourced it to the body collector.

By relying on the corpses, the undertaker can earn income from touching the corpse, accommodation, family gratitude, selling funeral supplies, etc. On average, a corpse can cost several times five cents.

According to market rules, in order to allow collectors to carry more corpses and deliver them, the undertaker should increase the price.

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The undertakers of No. 108 discussed privately and decided that no one could raise the price since the price would be five cents.

It's useless if the body collector has any objections. The undertaker can change someone to collect the body at any time. There are plenty of homeless people on the street. If you have money to make, you won't mind the bad luck.

"Master De has doubled the price. Will other mourners follow suit?"

Li Pingan pondered for a moment and decided to let them fight for it and hide behind to watch the show.

Go with the flow and don’t get ahead of yourself.

…

The seventh day of July.

Zhongyuan.

Slope wind and drizzle continued for several days.

Li Ping'an held an umbrella and walked on the long stone street carrying the fitness pills he just bought.

Seen from a distance.

Outside the mortuary stood a dark figure, leading a black horse.

As I got closer, I could see clearly that the man in black was extremely muscular, no worse than Zhigang in height, and a bit fatter in width. He was standing at the door, which was tightly blocked.

With five guns on his back and two knives hanging from his waist, he is obviously not a man who is easy to mess with.

The Wu Zhuiju was also majestic and majestic, its whole body was like ink dye, black and translucent, without any variegated color.

Li Ping'an asked: "What's the matter with this hero?"

"I am not a hero, Yan Chixiao, a Taoist priest from Kunlun Temple."

Yan Chixiao stood as high as the horse's head, looking increasingly majestic and majestic, with a beard all over his face, like a stand-up bear in a storybook.

"Yan heard that there were ghosts harming people, so he came to the capital to investigate. Seeing that it was getting late, he stayed overnight for a few days."

When Li Ping'an heard the word "ghost", he immediately thought of Qianyuan Street. However, he had not heard of ghosts harming people. Maybe Taoist temples and Buddhist temples have special information channels.

It’s hard to explain the things about ghosts and gods!

"I am the mortuary officer here. Seeing that the Taoist priest doesn't seem to be short of money, why do I have to live in the morgue?"