There are two main types of mortuary residents.

Most of the corpses’ families are strangers, or they don’t have real estate in the city, so they live in the backyard and keep vigil for seven days.

A few people, like Zhigang, have no money but are brave.

Yan Chixiao opened the door and watched Li Ping'an unlock the door, explaining: "The mortuary is safer and cheaper than an inn. Yan always stays in the mortuary when he goes to any county."

"Safety?"

Li Ping'an was confused. Ordinary people thought the mortuary was unlucky and gloomy.

Come to the backyard.

Yan Chixiao tied up the black horse and took out the ingot of silver: "Can the layman provide meals?"

"What does the Taoist like to eat? What are his taboos? Let's go buy it on the street."

Li Ping'an took the money and spoke with some respect.

It's true to say he's being mean-spirited. You have to be careful when dealing with strange people and strangers. Before you know your temper, saying the wrong thing can lead to death.

I don’t eat beef, it’s no joke!

"Yan likes to drink and has no taboos on other things."

Yan Chixiao took out a token from his arms and said, "You don't need to worry, layman. Yan is the head of the Thirty-six Prefectures, and he is definitely not a gangster."

"I've met Mr. Yan."

Li Ping'an was immediately reassured. Although he didn't know what rank the chief arrester was, everyone was within the system and was equivalent to being a member of the same gang.

I went out and bought some jars of strong wine and some braised meat and side dishes, and drank with Yan Chixiao under the tree.

"May I ask where the Kunlun Temple is?"

"Puxian County, Changzhou, a little nameless temple."

"It's a journey of several hundred miles, and it's really hard work."

"Yan lives all over the world most of the time and is used to traveling on the road."

"Does the Taoist priest know that there is a corrupt official in Changzhou?"

"Lu Sicai, a member of the Ministry of Household Affairs, was suspected of reselling military rations. At the end of last year, he was beheaded in public. All three Lu family members were exiled to Lingnan..."

The two of them ate and chatted, drank three or five bowls of wine, and became much closer.

Li Ping'an finally couldn't help but asked: "Master Yan, why do you say the mortuary is safe?"

"Yan is of no rank and rank. He wears the arrest warrant just for the convenience of walking. Don't call him an adult."

Yan Chixiao's drinking style is somewhat similar to Zhigang's. A large bowl of wine was poured into his mouth, and a jar of ten kilograms of wine was poured into his stomach, without any swelling in his stomach.

"Since a layman is an embalmer, do you know when the mortuary room originated?"

"It is rumored that it was built by the Holy Ancestor."

Li Ping'an went to the streets to listen to music, books and operas on weekdays. What he heard most was the story of the great ancestor of Da Qian, whom he touted as the first emperor in history.

Thousands of years ago, there was not one country in Daqian, but more than a dozen countries at war with each other.

The Holy Ancestor rebelled and seized the throne of the previous dynasty. He also fought in all directions, swept across the world, and unified the thirty-six states.

The reform of the state and dynasty involved all aspects, including revising laws, creating imperial examinations, reforming the official system, making inventions, etc. It can be said that one person transformed society from slavery to a mature feudal system.

Compared with previous lives, from Qin to Tang and Song Dynasties, it lasted for thousands of years.

Li Ping'an was looking through the records of the imperial dynasty in the bookstore. After reading the experiences of the Holy Ancestor, he couldn't help but suspect that he was a senior time traveler.

"The layman is right."

Yan Chixiao nodded and said: "The Holy Ancestor built the mortuary not only to prevent epidemics, but also to prevent the breeding of ghosts."

Li Ping'an was surprised and happy when he heard this: "It has such an effect?"

"The mortuary rooms are all built on the Yang Vein. The corpses are left for two or three days, and all the resentment of the remaining souls is annihilated."

Yan Chixiao explained: "Especially the 108 burial chambers in the capital, which form a pure Yang Feng Shui array, guarding the palace. Even the ghost king dare not approach."

"It's so mysterious."

Li Ping'an suddenly realized that he had been wondering about the location of the mortuary before.

Yongxingfang was a superior city, and Willow Street was bustling and lively. However, the imperial court chose a large shop fronting the street specifically for parking corpses.

It turns out that it is where the Yang Veins are located and is part of the Feng Shui formation.

Li Ping'an knew this secret, and he was even more unwilling to leave the morgue. It was able to earn merit and was safe. It was tailor-made for him.

"Taoist Priest, why do ghosts arise? Resentment or evil?"

"There are no ghosts in this world..."

Yan Chixiao looked up at the sky. The blue night sky was deep and terrifying, and suddenly his tone was filled with depression and depression.

"Life is only a moment. Knowing some things will make you despair. It's better to live in ignorance until death, and lay people just think that ghosts are the revenge of those who died unjustly!"

Li Ping'an did not continue to ask. If he lives long, he will find out sooner or later.

Yan Chixiao asked: "Do you know where weird things happen in the capital?"

"Qianyuan Street."

Li Ping'an only said four words and did not explain the origin of the ghost, even though Yan Chixiao seemed like a good person.

The birthday incident has become a secret that many people know but are strictly prohibited from discussing!

…

Chunfeng Tower.

The box on the third floor is semi-open, with a translucent gauze hanging on the front.

Put it away and you can watch the dance from a high position. Put it down and you can have in-depth communication with the girl.

Qi Shien was lying lazily on the couch, hugging him from left to right. Some girls were pouring wine, others were feeding grapes, the girl in front was beating her legs, and the girl behind was rubbing her shoulders.

The madam stood aside respectfully, waiting for orders at any time.

This is the youngest son of Marquis Weiyuan. He once served as an official to govern Si Qianhu. He was suspected of taking meritorious service, murder and other crimes. He was stripped of his official position and turned into a white man. He was detained for more than half a year before being released.

After losing his official position, Mr. Qi became even more arrogant.

After the case of Marquis Weiyuan was over, everyone in the capital didn't know that the Qi family were the prince's confidants and the right-hand man of the future new king.

Stage downstairs.

More than a dozen girls in ragged clothes danced to the sound of silk and bamboo. When the new courtesan Wen Wen heard that Mr. Qi was coming, she tried her best to perform all kinds of charming moves.

If she enters the Qi Mansion, even becoming a concubine is a dream.

"Tell her to come up!"

Qi Shien pointed to the stage. The girl behind the oiran looked a little bookish, and was more attractive than ordinary prostitutes.

The face of the old bustard changed slightly: "Master, Miss Su has promised to be a prostitute rather than a prostitute. Why don't you ask Miss Wenwen to come up?"

"Palm mouth."

After Qi Shien finished speaking, the guard standing behind him flashed and flew the madam out of the box with two snaps.

"What kind of things do you dare to bargain with me for?"

The madam didn't bother wiping the blood on her face, kowtowed a few times, crawled downstairs, and took Miss Su back to the box.

Miss Su suppressed her fear and saluted, "I have met Mr. Qi."

Qi Shien looked up and down for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction: "You go down, she will accompany me tonight."

Miss Su's face turned pale and she refused: "Mr. Qi, this servant only sells her art but not her body. You can't..."

Wow!

Qi Shien didn't wait to finish his words, picked up the teapot and smashed it over. The tea was so hot that Miss Su's skin turned red.

"Very good! Very good! I haven't been here for half a year, but Chunfeng Tower has become more courageous. How dare a little prostitute refuse this young master?"

Miss Su was so frightened that her legs and feet became weak, and she prayed, "I have saved enough money to redeem myself. From now on, I will be a good woman. Please forgive me, Mr. Qi."

As he spoke, he looked at the Madam with a pleading look, but the Madam was as silent as a cicada and did not dare to answer.

Qi Shien's face became more and more gloomy. He didn't really fall in love with Miss Su, and he didn't necessarily want to spend the night with her. However, his successive refusals aroused anger.

"With all the women in the capital, no matter whether they are from good families or not, I can sleep with any one I want!"