In order to find the dead body, we increased our search range and continued to search dozens of meters around the temple. I believe there are absolutely no ghosts in the world. If there are ghosts in the world, there will be no Jiangxiang Sect pretending to be gods and ghosts. There is a category in the Jiangxiang Sect called sages. These people rely on pretending to be gods and ghosts, making up things about gods and ghosts to scare people, and then achieve the purpose of cheating money.

We came to the terrifyingly-faced corpse again. We did not find the corpse in the Land Temple, but found the corpse outside the Land Temple.

I suddenly thought, if it was dawn and people saw such a dead body of unknown origin outside the Land Temple, would they suspect that it was done by us? If it was suspected, it would cause fire and jump

It is impossible to wash it clearly when you reach the Yellow River. The most urgent task is not to find the dead bodies in the Land Temple, but to deal with the dead bodies outside the Land Temple as soon as possible.

The birthmark said: "I dug a hole and buried it."

I said, "How to bury it? There is no village in front of it, no shop behind it, and I can't even find a shovel."

The birthmark asked: "What should I do?"

I said, "Let's keep away, don't put it here. Put this dead body in the remote grass, and no one will notice it. After dawn, eagles and vultures will fly down in groups, and soon they will eat only bones."

The birthmark said: "This is a good method."

The birthmark raised my head, I lifted my feet, and we moved the dead body to a distance. However, my hands had just hit his feet and suddenly became shocked, with brand new and spotless shoes on his feet.

His shoes are spotless, which means that he was transferred here. The dead man wore new shoes, but they could only be put on when he was buried. Since he was buried, it was impossible to throw the body casually. Is he the dead body that we guarded?

I asked, "How did that person die in the temple?"

The birthmark said: "I fell down while riding on a horse when I was drunk, and my head hit me on a stone and fell to death."

I looked at the dead body and saw his head and flesh turning out. I asked the birthmark to untie the deceased's pants pocket and put my hand into my crotch to see what was inside.

The birthmark says: "There is a ball of cloth."

Putting a ball of cloth in the crotch of the deceased is a necessary procedure for burial. Now it can be concluded that this dead body is the dead man who was guarding the Tudi Temple tonight. But what I can't understand is who would transfer a dead body outside the Tudi Temple? We saw the dead body moving for a while before we ran outside the temple and found the dead body. That means that the white cloth in the Tudi Temple was not a dead body, but a living person. It must be that person who moved the dead body and then pretended to be a dead body by himself. This is called the Tao Representative Li Zombie plan. But who is he and where has he gone now?

It was dawn, and the people of the master came, and the beggars also came. These gray nests laughed and ate and drank in the land temple last night. They now changed into white mourning clothes, beat their chests and stamped their feet in front of the master's house, and cried loudly. They were even more sad than dead. Gray nests, I said above, are beggars who specialize in begging for money on weddings and white events. They are familiar with the road, knowing when to cry, when not to cry, when to cry loudly, when to cry, when to faint, and when to wake up... They have made this arrangement familiar with them hundreds or thousands of times. Like thieves, some of them also scouted the spots and found out which village was dead, and whether the deceased's family was rich. If the deceased's family was a wealthy family, they would run around and tell each other, showing joy, and making a lot of money.

Today is the day to bury the dead. In addition to the gray nest, there are also a group of Guofengzhaozi. Guofengzhaozi is a beggar who pretends to be blind.

It is not difficult to come to a blind man in the village, but the difficult thing is to come to a group of blind men. How could so many blind men get together? In the past, there was a profession in the north called storytelling. It was usually written by blind men, who recited three strings, punched a bamboo board, rolled their eyes and talked and sang. In the north, storytelling was the patent of the blind man, and it was especially popular in northern Shaanxi during the Ming, Qing and Republic of China.

These people pretend to be stories.

After Fengzhaozi, they hung a gray white cloth among the two trees at the entrance of the village. One sat in front, and the others were arranged on both sides. The one in front flipped his eyes and talked about "The Legend of Xingtang", and the one in the back pulled Sanxian, played bamboo boards, and shook the skin drum. The one in front talked very confusing, and Qin Qiong sold horses and Gao Chong's guns picked iron trolleys. He talked about "The Legend of Xingtang" and "The Legend of Yue Fei". The accompaniment behind was even more confusing. The sound of the bamboo board just heard, but the sound of the drum sounded again; the sound of the drum just heard, but the sound of the Sanxian was pulled up again, and the sound was extremely harsh, like killing a chicken.

Those who make mistakes say that the books are fake and begging are real. They can get a bounty after talking about them in a mess.

After the raiders finished their stories, they received a sum of money. Each of them carried a bamboo pole and poked them on the ground, preparing to leave. The gray nests lined up and stopped them.

Guofengzhaozi used his hands to grop on the shoulders of the gray nests, and asked tremblingly: "Who is it? Why can't you get through?"

Huiwo said: "What kind of garlic is used to put on the highlights and see who the grandpas are."

The people of Guofengzhao stopped pretending. They put the bamboo pole under their armpits and opened their eyes. Their eyes were so bright. The oldest Guofengzhaozi said: "If you have any offense, please give us your best."

A man who looked like a leader in the gray nest said, "Who did you come here to say hello to?"

The monk Fengzhaozi said, "Who should I say hello to? The world is so big that I can tolerate you and us. Are we in the way of you?"

The leader of the grayweed walnut said, "I can't spare you when I grab food from my bowl." When the other grayweed walnuts heard the leader say this, they surrounded them.

There are many people in Huiwo, and few people in Xunzi, but they are not afraid of each other. They rolled up their sleeves, exposed their strong muscles, and held the bamboo pole used to explore the way. Huiwo was naked and fistless, but they dared not continue to provoke.

A few people walked away and said to Hui Nv: "Why are you filial sons making things difficult for a group of blind men?" They regarded us wearing filial clothes as filial sons of the master's family.

The men hurriedly closed their eyes, trembled and lit the ground with bamboo poles, and said, "Yes, why are we blind people making things difficult for us?" Then, they put one arm on the shoulders of the other and flew away like a group of geese.

The gray-weed leader looked at the group of Qian Fengzhaozi who had gone away with contempt and scolded fiercely: "These damn gods are really good at pretending." Then, he sighed, "Why can't you be open and honest?"

In the afternoon, the deceased was carried onto the Lele carriage, and the funeral team was on the road in a vast way. Along the way, the sound of gongs and drums, suona, and howling... were endless and endless, and it seemed extremely lively.

I followed the team of gray nests and saw them walking freely, but they cried loudly. During the break, they did not forget to tear a piece of beef jerky from their pockets and put it in their mouths. After eating the jerky, they took out the yogurt in their pockets to drink. Anyway, they had free food and accommodation at the main house these days, and it was useless not to eat it.

The tomb is three or four miles away from Wutengqige Village, where the dead of the villages are buried scattered. Tombs are like turtles, crawling silently in the grass, and even the most violent sandstorms cannot awaken them. There are two types of people living in Wutengqige Village, one is the Han nationality and the other is the Mongolian nationality. After the Han nationality dies, they are buried; after the Mongolian nationality dies, they are buried in heaven.

From the village to the tomb, you need to pass a river. The river water is not deep, only to your knees. After crossing the river, the gray nests stopped crying, and everyone whispered and burst into laughter from time to time. The real filial sons walking beside him no longer cried. They were all tired of crying for such a long distance.

The birthmark walked beside me, and he asked me quietly: "Who were those two people last night?"

I asked, "Which two? Are the two who came first or the two who came later."

The birthmark said: "I ask all of them."

I said, "The first two came were Caisheng and cut. When they heard their words, they seemed to have defected to the Japanese. The last two were also from the Beggars' Sect, but I don't know what their approach was."

As we were talking, we suddenly saw dust flying in the distance, and a group of horsemen were running towards us. They were wearing yellow military uniforms and cloth hats. There was a yellow five-pointed star in the middle of the cloth hat. The funeral saw the group of fully armed people running towards us, and quickly stopped and let us beside us. While I was looking at them in confusion, I suddenly saw the metal sound. He was wearing black pants and black jacket, holding a proud face. I quickly lowered my head.

The group of riders saw us, slowed down and passed by us. The grassland was vast and sparsely populated, with only one road, and it was a road that the lords ran over. I knew that these people were Japanese cavalry, but I didn't know the birthmarks and these gray nests. The birthmark asked me whisperedly: "What are these riders doing?"

I said, "Don't talk, these people are so bad."

About half of the people walked past me, I suddenly heard a familiar voice. He explained something to a thin man next to me, and there was a long list of rumblings. Although I didn't know what he was saying, I had heard his voice. I tried hard to think: How could I be so familiar with the voice of this Japanese? I looked at him, but only saw a back, but the back was also very familiar, even though he was wearing a yellow military uniform.

The thin man urged the horse to run a few steps and caught up with the metal sound in front of him. The metal sound of the fox and the tiger's power shouted loudly: "Taijun asked you, how to walk to the path of Doron?"

I was worried that the metal voice would recognize me and buried my head deeply. I heard someone say, "There is a mountain ahead. Through the mountain, it is the path to Doron."

Metal voice asked, “How far is it?”

The man said, "It's not far, it's forty or fifty miles."

Metal voice asked again: "Is there an army in the mountains?"

The man said, "Sure."

Metal voice asked: "How many people?"

The man said, "Hundreds."

The metal voice stopped asking, and he rode to the thin man, who mumbled at the familiar man again. I pulled Xiaobu off my head, covered my eyebrows, and looked at the situation there with my head tilted. The familiar man turned around, a hint of undetectable smile flashed across his face, and then touched his nose with his hand. I suddenly saw clearly that he was the old man, the old man I knew in prison.

Why is Lao Tong here? How could the metal voice be with him?
Chapter completed!