Chapter 41 Dharma Monk
I agreed, jumped out of the car, and handed the baby's body to Master Deling.
Anyway, they are all Buddhist protector monks, so they are used to this kind of thing.
Then I picked up my handbag and hurriedly followed the boss.
The temple has already become a mess.
Some monks were busy boiling water, while others hurriedly went out to get medicine.
In the main hall, an old monk with a white beard said calmly: "Why panic! Dekun, Deping, you two stay." "
Everyone else should go back to their rooms! Tell senior brother Minghai that we can handle the things here. There is no need to send anyone over to help."
The old monk had a high prestige in the temple. He gave the order, and the people around him saluted the old monk and left quickly.
It was only then that Zhang Sanfen walked into the hall quickly and said, "Master Mingyi, it's me." When
the old monk with a white beard saw Zhang Sanfen coming in, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He said quickly: "I was about to contact you for help when you came over."
"Mr. Zhang, it's the Little Cursed Corpse in Western Sichuan!"
When I heard the words "Little Cursed Corpse in Western Sichuan", I suddenly got excited and immediately thought of that weird man. phone number.
In recent days, people have been calling the funeral home, saying that there is a party for the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan.
But after the boss got through, the other party left another fake call.
Afterwards, the boss asked Lao Feng to check the phone number and found that it belonged to an ordinary person.
This left the boss a little confused.
The other party was so sincere on the phone that I just had to come over in person.
But after the boss agreed, the other party left another fake phone number.
This is really confusing.
I wanted to wait for the call in the evening, but I didn’t expect Master Deming from the Berlin Zen Temple to be poisoned by the corpse poison of the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan!
The boss' expression changed and he said, "Has anyone else touched Master Deming?"
The old monk shook his head quickly and said, "Master Nephew Deming came back alone. When he came back, he sternly warned everyone Don't touch him!"
"I wrapped him in a cassock, and this stopped the spread of corpse poison."
Zhang Sanfen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Notify all the monks in the temple not to go near the backyard. This thing is contagious. If you come in contact, you will be infected with the corpse poison."
"The temple will be closed for a day tomorrow. Don't let the faithful men and women come to offer incense, so as not to be injured by the corpse poison."
The old monk nodded and said, "I will tell the head brother."
Zhang Sanfen Then he said, "Let me take a look!"
I opened the package, handed Zhang Sanfen a pair of body touching gloves, and said, "Boss, be careful!"
Zhang Sanfen nodded, then put on the gloves and walked to the bedside. He reached out and lifted Master Deming's cassock.
As soon as I opened the cassock, I smelled an extremely unpleasant smell of corpse.
It was like rotten food that had been boiled in a pot for half an hour.
Zhang Sanfen's hand was very steady, and he whispered: "Lao He, take out the Sanyang wine."
I hurriedly opened my handbag and took out a glass bottle.
When I handed it over, I glanced at Master Deming.
Master Deming's face already showed signs of ulceration, with yellow pus everywhere.
If it weren't for the cassock wrapped around him, Master Deming's entire body would probably have rotted away.
Zhang Sanfen took the Sanyang wine, opened it, took a sip, and then sprayed it on Master Deming's face.
Stimulated by the alcohol, Master Deming roared in pain and almost broke out of his cassock.
Zhang Sanfen stretched out his hand and pressed it, saying: "Don't move!"
He was so strong that when he pressed it, Master Deming really couldn't move.
Then I heard Master Deming gasping and said: "Zhang San?"
Zhang Sanfen said: "It's me." Master Deming said quickly: "There is something wrong with the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan!" "
That is cursed Whoever touches his body will die! Don't go!"
Zhang Sanfen said calmly: "I know, you need to heal your injuries first."
Master Deming suddenly became excited and said hurriedly: "I can't do it anymore!"
"After I die, the corpse poison in my body will turn into a corpse insect! This thing has wings and can spread corpse poison wherever it flies!" "
Prepare fire now! Burn me!"
"Burn now!"
Zhang Sanfen hesitated for a moment, and Master Deming's tone suddenly became fierce: "Why are you hesitating!"
"Go prepare gasoline and fire now! It will be too late when I die!"
Zhang Sanfen said helplessly: "Master Mingyi, please ask someone to prepare gasoline and a fire."
For this plan, we must first stabilize the emotions of the wounded.
The old monk Mingyi nodded and said, "I'll have someone make arrangements right away."
Zhang Sanfen added, "Master Deming, who waved the flag to touch the Little Cursed Corpse in Western Sichuan?"
"How many of you were there in total? "
Master Deming said hurriedly: "It's the corpse guard in western Sichuan! Seven of us went there! Only I came back alive!" "
Zhang San! The corpse is awake! The corpse is awake!"
"Don't go! Don't go!"
Master Deming's face was covered with pus, and his shrill voice made the hair on my body stand up.
What the hell is this little cursed corpse in western Sichuan?
Zhang Sanfen nodded and said, "I understand, don't worry, just take good care of yourself."
He put the cassock back on Master Deming's face to prevent the corpse poison from worsening.
Then I heard the old monk Mingyi ask softly: "How is it?"
Zhang Sanfen said: "The corpse poison has entered the body and it is difficult to save."
The old monk Mingyi clasped his hands and recited a Buddhist name in a low voice.
He said softly: "Before nephew Deming left, the old monk once advised him not to touch the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan. Once such a thing is born, it will definitely be poisonous." "
But he said that the more corpses like this, the more poisonous they are. The more we should dig it out and get rid of it. Otherwise, sooner or later it will be a time bomb."
"So he packed up his luggage and left with others without hesitation."
Zhang Sanfen asked: "How long ago did he go?"
Mingyi, an old monk He calculated silently and said, "Today is the fourth day."
Zhang Sanfen glanced at me. It happened to be the day I left the detention center and joined the night shift manager of Nanshan Funeral Home.
Zhang Sanfen said: "The corpse poison on Master Deming is difficult to deal with, but we can't just burn him."
"Master Mingyi, I need Sanyang wine. The quantity is large! You'd better send someone to buy it from the government." "
Soak Master Deming's body with strong wine to prevent the spread of corpse poison."
"Prepare another one. Transport Master Deming into an airtight room. In this way, once he dies, even if corpse moths fly out, they will not spread to the surrounding areas."
Master Mingyi nodded slightly and said, "The old monk will send his disciples Go and get busy."
Zhang Sanfen said again; "Where is Master Deming's previous mobile phone?"
A Buddhist monk next to him said: "Senior brother did not have a mobile phone when he came back."
Zhang Sanfen frowned slightly.
Without mobile phones, there is no positioning.
Without positioning, it is impossible to determine where the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan woke up.
(End of chapter)