Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 59 Ploughshare Iron

Seeing Ding Ermiao walk out of the ward, Lin Xiruo followed without hesitation, Xie Caiwei moved a step slower, hesitated, and finally stayed in the ward.

There are inevitably many wandering ghosts in the hospital. Although it is daytime, Ding Ermiao still occasionally sees ghosts floating by in the shady place.He stood in front of the corridor window on the seventh floor, searching hard with his eyes downwards to see if he could have any good luck, find one or two resentful ghosts or evil ghosts, and then accept them to add a little bit of evil to himself.

"Why, are you in a daze here?" Lin Xiruo walked over, looked at Ding Ermiao's face diagonally opposite Ding Ermiao, and said jokingly:

"I don't think those family members will agree to your arrangement. After all, people's lives are at stake, so it's normal for people to be worried. You tell me, since you are a disciple of Maoshan, why don't you wear a Taoist robe and a Taoist hat, holding a hand A whisk or something? That way you have an appearance. When everyone looks at it, they say, wow, you are a master from this world! You can say whatever you want, and people will believe it. You are good, you are dressed like an unearthed cultural relic, and you are so young, who dares to believe you? ?”

Ding Ermiao chuckled: "Why should I be in a daze? If they are willing to listen to me, I will work hard; if they are not willing to listen to me, I will be free. Even if the two security guards die, the responsibility will not be held on me. The ghost of an injustice will not haunt me. The emperor is not in a hurry, but he is in a hurry to kill the eunuch. Can I do it?"

"So you are a eunuch? I am disrespectful and disrespectful. Don't be offended, father-in-law!" Lin Xiruo laughed loudly and unladylikely, attracting the nurses and doctors who were walking back and forth in the corridor to look over.

Ding Ermiao gave Lin Xiruo a complicated look and suddenly grinned: "Sister, without actual investigation, you have no right to speak. Otherwise you..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Xiruo flew over with no children or grandchildren.Ding Ermiao turned sideways and was hit in the butt.

The sound of high heels hitting the ground came. Xie Caiwei Shiran walked up to Ding Ermiao and shook her head slightly: "Ermiao, the patient's family does not agree to be discharged, and... the doctors in the hospital do not agree either."

Ding Ermiao understood that not only did the work of the patient's family fail, but Xie Guoren probably did not dare to take this risk.After all, I was still too young and had not done anything well-known, so I was despised by others.

"Okay, let's observe first, if it doesn't work, then think of another way." Ding Ermiao looked at Xie Caiwei and said, "Sister Caiwei, I still want to go to the funeral parlor with this policewoman sister, so let's go first When the processing over there is finished, I will go back to the waterside home project site."

Xie Caiwei smiled and nodded, said goodbye, and watched Ding Ermiao and Lin Xiruo enter the elevator.

I don’t know where Lao Han’s coffin is placed. It’s already twelve o’clock and it hasn’t been delivered to the funeral home yet.Lin Xiruo had no choice but to find a small restaurant near the funeral home, where she and Ding Ermiao ate while waiting.

After eating, Ding Ermiao called Lao Han again and asked when the coffin would be delivered.

Lao Han's answer almost made Ding Ermiao vomit blood.Lao Han said that the carpenter was rushing to make it.Ding Ermiao was about to lose his temper when Old Han added that it would be delivered before the sun went down.

Fortunately, with the beautiful lady Lin Xiruo accompanying her, Ding Ermiao didn't feel bored during the long afternoon.He even coaxed Lin Xiruo into believing in him, using fortune telling as a pretext, and legitimately admired Lin Xiruo's career line.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, the coffin was finally delivered.Fir wood planks, regular sizes.There is no paint on it, it is just a whiteboard coffin.Of course, the absence of varnish was not Lao Han's laziness, but Ding Ermiao's request.

As the police chief, Lin Xiruo had already coordinated with the funeral home, and the coffin was successfully sent to the morgue.Ding Ermiao pulled Lin Xiruo and followed him into the morgue. While looking around, he felt: "Life is worse than death, life is worse than death!"

"Why is life better than death?" Lin Xiruo asked in a low voice, "Don't be too hard on yourself, this case is not over yet, so help people to the end."

Ding Ermiao didn't pay attention to the latter sentence. He pointed to the mortuary beds around him and said, "Look, these dead people live in air-conditioned rooms, which are better than many living people. Isn't it 'life is worse than death'?"

Several funeral home employees who brought in the coffin took a look at Ding Ermiao, and one of them muttered, "Dead people also spend money on air conditioning, more than living people."

There is a parking fee in the parking lot, and there is a mortuary fee in the morgue, as everyone on earth knows.

Ding Ermiao stared: "Hey, hey, I'm saying this to comfort these dead people and make them feel that they are in good condition and sleep here honestly. You are talking nonsense, be careful that they are reluctant to spend money to turn on the air conditioner tonight, fuck you room to enjoy the cool air.”

Several employees immediately shut up and looked frightened.I guess in my heart, I greeted Ding Ermiao's eighteen generations of ancestors one by one.

Even though funeral home employees are bold, they usually have many taboos.Especially after last night's experience of Lao Zhang running away in the middle of the night, the entire city's funeral parlor was filled with rumbling noises, the trees and grass were full of ghosts, and everyone's expression changed as they talked.

An open space was cleared in the middle of the morgue.Ding Ermiao directed four employees to carry the coffin on two benches, placing it in the east-west direction.The bench was also bought from a farmer's house in the suburbs. Who in the city has such furniture?
Lao Zhang's body and head were taken out of the body bag and placed on the morgue beside him.An embalming makeup artist came over and connected Lao Zhang's head with needle and thread, and then everyone worked together to put the pieced together Lao Zhang into the coffin.

"Okay, you can go out and close the door for me." Ding Ermiao said to the employees of the funeral home.

Several employees didn't know who Ding Ermiao was. When they saw him coming and going with Lin Xiruo, the captain of the city bureau's criminal police, they thought he was also a member of the official family, so they didn't dare to disobey, so they turned around and left together, taking the Morgue door.

Now, there are only two people in the huge morgue, Lin Xiruo and Ding Ermiao.The air conditioner was turned on so much that it was freezing to the bones, making people feel like they were in hell.

"Hey, why did you ask them to go out?" Lin Xiruo was a little dissatisfied.

If only these few people stayed, and the crowds emboldened them, it wouldn't feel so gloomy.Now there are only two people left, surrounded by corpses, which inevitably makes people feel sad.

"Taoist immortal magic must not be seen by these ordinary people." Ding Ermiao said with a smile: "Besides, there are only two of us in such a big room. Don't you think it is very romantic?"

"Are you romantic?" Because of the cold, Lin Xiruo folded her arms, and instead of her usual image of Bawanghua, said in a low voice, "Hurry up and work!"

Ding Ermiao didn't care. She took out a piece of red thread with a relaxed expression on her face and determined the center line from both ends of the coffin.Then he took out the compass, corrected the direction, and finally reached into the coffin and straightened Lao Zhang's head so that the center line of his nose matched the center line of the coffin.

Then, Ding Ermiao took out the pig iron chips he bought from Lao Han and scattered them in the space beside Lao Zhang.

"The first step is completed. Come, sister, help close the coffin lid."

Ding Ermiao greeted Lin Xiruo to help, and the two closed the lid of the coffin.Fortunately, the coffin lid is not heavy, only seventy or eighty pounds.

Lin Xiruo hesitated and asked, "Is this enough?"

"It's still early. Just now, I just helped Lao Zhang occupy the neutral position to ward off evil spirits." Ding Ermiao said while rummaging through the bag.

"Then, what do those pig iron filings mean?" Lin Xiruo asked.

Ding Ermiao straightened up, holding the ink fountain in his hand and said: "Since my sister asked, I will take some time to have a good talk with her, so that she can understand the mystery of this. Those pig iron filings are not ordinary Pig iron filings. Ordinary pig iron, it is pig iron. It is excellent for making knives, swords, and screws, but it cannot be used to get rid of evil spirits, let alone black graves. If you take it to the scrapyard to sell it, it is a must. It’s worth thirty-five cents…”

In the past, Ding Ermiao had also watched Qing palace dramas on the mountain, and he picked up the Zhen Huan style at his fingertips and used it with ease.

"Talk like a human being." Lin Xiruo glared.

Obviously, Lin Xiruo is very familiar with Zhen Huan's body and knows how to crack it.

Ding Ermiao sniffed and said with a smile: "Actually, these scraps come from plowshare iron that is more than 20 years old. When a plowshare drills into the soil, it pays attention to the word 'broken'. Plow belongs to gold, and gold is the first of the five elements. It has no hardness. It is not broken. There is no ghost in ancient or modern times who is not afraid of it."

Lin Xiruo curled her lips and thought to herself, it turns out that catching ghosts is easy, as long as you find the right thing.

After explaining the plowshare iron, Ding Ermiao took out the ink fountain again. Starting from the center line of the coffin lid, he flicked the ink lines one by one. There was only a centimeter or two between each ink line.

After finishing playing the straight lines, Ding Ermiao began to play the horizontal lines again. While playing, he muttered: "I have a room, half of which I rent to the Wheel King. Sometimes a ray of light is emitted, and the monsters in the world dare not take it!"

"Is this a spell?" Lin Xiruo asked.

Ding Ermiao shook his head: "No, this is a jingle."

"I watched on TV, many ghost hunters used black ink thread to deal with ghosts. Is this black ink thread really so powerful?" Lin Xi seemed to be doing nothing, standing idly and worrying, so there were a lot of questions.

"Yes, absolutely. After the carpenter Zulu Ban entered Taoism with wood, the ink bucket and square ruler he invented had the effect of suppressing demons and avoiding evil spirits. The three thousand Taoist roads are pervasive, and there are people who have achieved Taoism and become immortals in every industry and profession. Confucius entered Taoism through literature, and Zhang Sanfeng entered Taoism through martial arts... Their portraits or professional tools left behind all have the effect of warding off evil spirits and suppressing demons."

This time Ding Ermiao did not shake his head and said firmly:
"It is said that Luban's ink thread can break wood directly without the need for a saw. The ink fountain machine can be flicked wherever it is not opened, and my mother no longer has to worry about not being able to saw through the wood... But later, the ink fountains of his disciples and grandsons were not like this. It’s very powerful.”

Lin Xiruo was dubious, but still argued habitually: "Myths and legends are not enough."

Ding Ermiao smiled and did not explain, but continued to play the thread on the coffin, humming a little tune, enjoying himself.

Suddenly, Lin Xiruo thought of another question and asked: "Hey, you just said that there are people who have become immortals in every profession and industry. Let me ask you, is there anyone who has become an immortal by doing a business job?"

Lin Xiruo just pretended not to believe what Ding Ermiao said just now.In fact, she was very curious in her heart, and wanted to know if there was any precedent in the past when she was a yamen servant and caught fast, and finally became a fairy.

If there is, then he is equivalent to Lu Ban among carpenters, and he is Lin Xiruo's ancestor.From now on, before going out to perform tasks, you must burn a stick of incense.Even if the Patriarch cannot bless him, the courage-building effect must be excellent.

Uh..., why is this random thought also about Zhen Huan?Could it be that those who are close to Mo are under the influence of Ding Ermiao?Lin Xiruo couldn't help but blush when she thought of this.

(End of this chapter)