Secret Talent At The Beginning, Burning Corpses Can Make You Stronger

Chapter 227 Linqing Crematorium

"Wei Wu!"

"Brother Wu!"

Gong Tianxing and others were taken aback, and hurried to help Wei Wu.

Wei Wu lay on the ground, humming in pain.

Lift it up and have a look.

Good guy.

A cow's hoof print was directly printed on the face, and it swelled up when it was visible to the naked eye.

"Why does your cow kick people?" Wei Yuanji asked Qin He.

Qin He looked innocent: "What can I do if the cow kicks its hooves? Can that place move?"

"you……"

Wei Yuanji suddenly felt that Qin He's words made sense, but he was speechless for a while.

Yes.

A cow is a livestock, so it is quite normal to kick it with a hoof.

If you come up instead of a donkey, don't talk about teasing, it can give you a hyrax kick by leaning over it.

"You two, since this doesn't suit you, then I, Fei Yuwei, won't accompany you." Gong Tianxing's face was a little dark, and he wanted to reprimand Qin He, but he couldn't find a reason for a moment.

What's more important is that kid Qin He has that shiny gilt copper coin hanging on his chest right now.

Then there is no way, they are all cremators, and they can let outsiders see jokes and internal strife?

As the second in command of the Burning Corpse Hall, Gong Tianxing's consciousness in this regard is naturally higher than that of Wei Yuanji.

Moreover, senior brother Tu Baishou seems to have to transfer him to the cremation hall.

"Help Xiao Wu back to cover his face!" Gong Tianxing waved his hand angrily, and then said to Qin He: "You also go back and stay, and you are not allowed to leave the camp if you have nothing to do."

"Yes, sir." Qin He quickly agreed.

Then everyone who helped Wei Wu helped Wei Wu and filed in.

Xu Changshou, Li Tie and others who were waiting in the camp gate also rushed out and surrounded Qin He, walking back, and took the cow away.

I am afraid that monks and Taoist priests will violently hurt people.

As soon as the gate of the camp was closed, only monks and Taoist priests stood in the cold wind at a loss.

Gong Tianxing belonged to the Burning Corpse Hall, and burned the corpse every day, so he really didn't need to give Jinguang Temple and Lingyun Temple much face like the top ten wandering gods.

Anyway, there is nothing to deal with, so feel free to go to Shen Lian.

During this period of time, Shen Lian's narrow-mindedness can be regarded as finding a lot of work for the crematorium.

"Ami, your family is a Buddha, that kid must have bumped into us with a bull!" The monk's face went crazy, and he recognized Qin He at the first sight, and he felt that he had found the right person.

Things that used to feel like a blur came back into my mind.

There are no such coincidences in this world.

"Since you're sure it's him, why do you still say it's tasteless, wouldn't it be over if you bite him to death?" The Taoist looked at him with the eyes of a fool.

"Hey, this Buddha is sitting upright, not ashamed of the sky, not ashamed of the earth, with great righteousness, and has never done anything wrong, how can he be forcibly identified and ruin my practice?" The great monk looked upright.

"All right, all right, put it away." The Taoist priest grimaced.

"What should I do?" the monk asked.

"I also feel like I've seen this kid somewhere before. It must be him." The Taoist groaned, then paused and said: "It doesn't matter, it's important to get down to business first. As long as you know who he is, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"okay."

After finishing speaking, the two quickly left and headed towards the city gate.

"Brother Qin, why did those two people say you hit someone?"

Back in the tent, Qin He went to lay the bedding, and a group of cremators surrounded him again.

"I don't know, maybe my brain is broken." Qin He rested his head on his head with a comfortable expression on his face.

"Maybe it was hit by a calf. It was so powerful that it kicked Official Wei far away with one hoof just now." Liu Sanjin looked thoughtful.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

As soon as the words fell, two slaps were slapped on Liu Sanjin's forehead at the same time, and they said in unison: "Shut up!"

Liu Sanjin covered his head and looked, it was Lao Liangtou and Li Cripple again.

Immediately shut up hastily, afraid to speak.

"Uncle Liu, you can eat steamed buns indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately." Even Gu Sihai, who entered the crematorium later, said, looking around again, all the crematoriums looked at him with dissatisfaction.

Immediately, Liu Sanjin didn't dare to speak anymore, covered his mouth and squatted to the side facing the wall, thinking about it.

"Brother Qin, what's the matter, shall we continue?" Lame Li began to beat Qin He's shoulder again.

"Come on, work hard, don't take pity on me." Qin He stretched his limbs.

...

The eastern land has a long history of civilization, and no one can tell when it became a law to burn mutated corpses.

Only a very small number of scholars can know from the lines in ancient books that there seems to be no such thing as burning corpses in ancient times.

Large and small crematoriums emerged as the times require, no matter which dynasty or generation, as long as there is a larger settlement, there must be a business of burning corpses.

A small town may have only one or two cremators, or both; larger county towns, prefectural cities, and smaller state cities will have relatively professional crematoriums, with a number of cremators.

Then to Dazhou City, there is the cremation hall.

Further up the cremation hall is the Liangjing cremation hall, of which the Kyoto cremation hall is the highest standard hall.

The Dali Crematorium and its affiliation are a bit chaotic, small places may be managed by county magistrates and squires, larger places may be managed by soldiers and horses, border gates may be managed by a certain general or Daotai, and the capital is controlled by Feiyuwei. Tube.

But no matter how chaotic the subordinates of the cremation hall are, the entire cremation system is sound and functioning normally, because no place can afford the consequences of corpse chaos.

As a port city next to the canal, Linqing City naturally has a crematorium.

The Linqing crematorium has five cremators and three full-time workers.

As night fell slowly, a group of soldiers and horses escorted five carts and slowly entered the small and dilapidated crematorium.

The wheels rolled, causing the sound of iron chains colliding with each other.

The three cremators who were waiting to pick up the corpse all turned pale when they heard the sound.