My master is the coffin

Chapter 560
When I said this, I couldn't help but startled.I think that when I first met Zhang Yuan, he was an absolutely good person, but I didn't expect that after becoming the King of Pluto, he became a little disregarding all life and death.

I was thinking wildly in my heart, but Wushuang took up the conversation and said: "Since this is the case, we should find out their cause of disease. Tell me, why are they sick?"

The abbot held his face in his hands and said, "How do I know this? I'm not a doctor."

I suddenly felt a bit itchy in my throat, so I coughed twice. Unexpectedly, after coughing like this, I immediately felt very comfortable.So I coughed more violently, and later, I couldn't control it at all.

At first, Wushuang and the others didn't notice my strangeness.But as I coughed louder, they all panicked and asked me, "What's wrong with you?"

I swallowed, and waved my hands: "It's okay, don't worry, I just cough twice."

Then I wiped my lips.

When I looked at my hand again, I was stunned, it was bloodshot.

The man has been looking at us with strange eyes for so long, and has never participated in our discussion.Seeing me coughing up blood, he said with certainty, "It's a lung disease. Many people here have it."

I shook my head: "I can't, how long have I been here? I just slept with you all night, even..."

Speaking of this, I suddenly thought of something: "I just slept all night?" Could it be that when I was sleeping, I was also infected by those sick ghosts?
Ksitigarbha said: "It is very possible. After all, we have no strength now. When we sleep, we have no defense at all. Perhaps those sick ghosts have passed the disease to you."

The abbot looked at me sympathetically: "Xu You, the two of us are now grasshoppers tied to the same rope."

Only then did I really understand the meaning of a few idioms. They are: watching the fire from the other side, scratching the itch, and empathizing.

Regardless of the original meaning of these words, they are all about seeing others suffering, or feeling sympathy in their hearts, or watching the excitement.

The abbot's face was swollen yesterday, and I did sympathize with him in the mood of watching the excitement.Now it's my turn to realize how sad and hopeless this is.

Wushuang said: "Don't worry, I will definitely be able to deal with these ghosts."

I nodded: "I know."

Wu Shuang looked at me as if I didn't believe it, and she said, "Don't you believe me? I will kill them one by one with a mahogany sword. It's too embarrassing for me to think of you."

I smiled and patted Wushuang's hand, and said, "I'll kill you for you."

The abbot retorted the two of us: "There are so many ghosts, how could they kill them all?"

Wushuang stared and said, "I said if I can finish the kill, I will definitely be able to kill it. Even if I have a breath, my mahogany sword will kill ghosts."

Seeing that Wushuang was about to get angry, the abbot immediately shut up, not daring to say any more.

Ksitigarbha pondered for a while, and said, "Have you noticed that when the old woman said it last night, she mentioned a detail."

I keenly felt that this detail might have something to do with our illness, so I asked, "What detail?"

Ksitigarbha said: "The old lady once said that the soul of anyone who is cremated has nothing to do with it, but those who are buried in the ground will get sick."

The abbot suddenly realized: "I understand. There is an expert living in the crematorium. In order to improve performance, he thought of such a bad move."

None of us took the abbot's wild guesses seriously.

Wushuang stood up and said, "We have to go to see their graves. Perhaps, the reason lies in their bodies."

Ksitigarbha nodded: "I think so too." Then he looked at the man: "Can you guide us?"

The man hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes."

I saw his eyes were red and he was yawning all the time, so I knew he was tired from the night shift.So he said: "Don't worry, you will come back to sleep after sending us to the place."

The man smiled slightly and said, "I'd really like to see how Taoist priests catch ghosts."

We followed the man and walked slowly out of the village.

The village was built by the river, and there was a foul smell.And we were walking in the direction of the stinky river.

The man stopped, pointed to a tomb and said, "This is it." We all sighed, "It really is here."

The man wondered: "Have you ever been here?"

We nodded: "I slept here overnight the day before yesterday. I didn't see so many ghosts and monsters at that time."

The abbot looked at me, winked, and asked: "This kid has been watching here, how can we dig the grave?"

I was about to answer, but unexpectedly, the man heard this.

He frowned and asked us, "Do you want to dig a grave?"

Denial was useless at this point, so I had to answer honestly, "Yes, we're going to dig a grave."

The man pointed to one of the graves and said, "Dig this."

I was surprised: "Isn't this the grave of your village?"

The man nodded: "Yes, it's only from our village. It's just that this family has a grudge against me. Someone came to dig the grave. I'm not happy yet."

Then he yawned and said, "I'm too sleepy. I'll go back to sleep first. I don't know what you are doing."

Then he turned and went back to the village.

The few of us looked at each other with strange eyes.

The river is smelly, so few people come here.What's more, this is a cemetery.

I have to say that the man helped us pick out a nice grave, which is a bit hidden.

The abbot stretched out his hand and said, "If this grave had been dug two days ago, we wouldn't have had so many troubles. I have a premonition that the group of ghosts who trapped Bixi were also these people, and they didn't run away."

I asked the abbot, "Shall we go back to the village to get some tools?"

The abbot waved his hand: "No, going back to get the tools will easily arouse suspicion."

When I saw the abbot in full swing, I couldn't help shaking my head and sighing: "Sure enough, the only thing I care about is the fire burning on me."

Then I coughed and suddenly thought, "Now I'm on fire too."

So I knelt down and helped the abbot dig the grave together.

Ten minutes later, we were able to see the coffin.The abbot kept scraping the dirt with both hands.Suddenly, he stopped.

I asked, "What's the matter?"

The abbot said nervously, "This pit is soft."

I frowned: "It's soft? What do you mean?"

The abbot said: "I suspect that the people below did not use coffins, but directly filled the corpses."

Wushuang took out the mahogany sword: "Let me poke it to see."

Wushuang's mahogany sword pierced in.When I pulled it out again, the blade was already black.Moreover, a little black water leached out from the soil.

We all looked at the bottom of the pit in doubt: "What does this mean?"

The abbot found a few thick branches not far away, and then began to dig the soil below with the branches.

After digging a few times, we found that there was no more soil underneath.Turned into black mud.And the mud smelled bad, just like the river next to it.

I looked at the river, thoughtful: this cemetery is not far from the river, could it be that this smelly river has affected this place?
I was thinking about it when the abbot said, "Okay."

When we looked back, we saw a coffin, half rotten, with an incomplete skeleton lying inside.And this coffin, almost completely soaked in the black mud, is in a very miserable condition.

Ksitigarbha put his palms together and recited the Buddha's name, saying: "It seems that the water in this river has polluted this cemetery."

I suddenly realized: "This river pollutes the corpse, and the corpse has been soaked in this smelly water for a long time, so there is something wrong with the soul. No wonder ghosts also get sick."

Ksitigarbha nodded and said, "I should have thought about it a long time ago. Most of the changes in the soul are related to the body."

Wushuang looked at the smelly river next to him: "Where does this river come from?"

I pointed to the upstream: "It should be there, let's go and have a look."

A few of us walked up, clutching our noses.

After walking for more than ten minutes, I finally saw several large pipes draining water into the river.

The abbot said: "It seems that we have found the root."

(End of this chapter)