I am immortal in history

Several days passed.

Li Ping'an practiced and ate every day, and gradually adapted to ancient life.

Fish at work and sleep after get off work.

No cell phones, computers, no entertainment.

When I felt bored, I went to criticize outside Chunfeng Tower. I was unable to criticize in depth due to lack of money.

The body collectors brought in corpses almost every day, including refugees who froze to death, beggars who died of starvation, and babies who died in infancy. Unfortunately, they could not find anything valuable.

Li Ping'an has four generations of experience in collecting corpses, so he will never lose money in the long run.

They did not raise the price to collect more corpses, but they still paid five coins for each corpse, which was the same as the city's embalmers.

Everyone is earning money from dead people, there is no need to make living people jealous.

I went to the Golden Sword Martial Arts School again and bought a month's supply of ointment, which cost me thirty taels of silver, no more or no less. It would not be safe to show off any more money.

I specifically asked Senior Brother Luo for advice, and of course it was not for nothing. I received twenty taels of silver.

"Ordinary people can get started with physical training in one year, and it takes about three years to complete it. My qualifications are worse, and the time will be doubled..."

Li Ping'an calculated a little and found that the complete body training would require two thousand taels of silver.

This is just the Iron Leg Kung Fu. Later, the limbs and bones will be tempered. The total of more than a dozen kung fu techniques will go straight to 30,000 taels of silver.

Not to mention breaking through the body quenching realm, the price of the ointment will increase several times.

“There’s a long way to go!”

Li Ping'an is not in a hurry. He must not sacrifice the good for the sake of money and take risks.

This morning.

There was a thin layer of snow on the ground, which rustled when you stepped on it.

Li Ping'an cooked brown rice porridge and boiled sliced ​​pork liver into it. It tasted a little fishy and was more filling than drinking porridge dry.

The porridge was not yet cooked, and the door banged.

"Xiao Anzi, open the door and the mats are here!"

Zheng Laosi used to use mats to replace the corpses of prisoners. This was his own unique name. He didn't know what he was afraid of.

Li Pingan opened the door: "So early?"

"The prisoner who was interrogated all night last night."

Zheng Laosi pushed the cart into the house, raised the armrest, and rolled the body wrapped in a straw mat to the ground.

Li Ping'an took a look at the corpse. It was a hundred times worse than Shopkeeper Wang. There was no flesh all over the body. He could barely tell that it was a human figure.

"What did this guy commit?"

"The puppet dynasty rebels!"

The puppet dynasty that Zheng Laosi mentioned was the dynasty that was established under the name of Wei after Emperor Jianwu conquered the capital and founded the country before the Three Prosperities of the Qian Dynasty.

Li Ping'an said in surprise: "Such an important prisoner just died and was buried?"

Grandpa often told Li Ping'an about the dirty things in the sky jail. The jailers often tortured prisoners to death, but some important prisoners must be taken care of.

"Hehe, the traitor who was written in the oral confession is actually a mountain king."

Zheng Laosi did not shy away and said directly: "This criminal took hundreds of people to occupy the mountain and became the king. He killed many passing merchants and had Qi Qianhu, the Zhenfusi, wiped out."

"Just catching a bandit is nothing compared to uncovering the rebel thief. So with a little manipulation, I was promoted up and down and made a fortune!"

Li Ping'an accurately grasped the key point: "I wonder who Qi Qianhu is?"

"The young master of Weiyuan Hou Mansion."

Zheng Laosi didn't want to talk about the nobles of the country, and glanced at the mortuary that was almost full: "Hurry up and clean it up. When the nine tribes are imprisoned, they will be sent here soon."

Li Ping'an frowned slightly and said subconsciously: "Aren't his nine tribes..."

Half of the words were said, and the "unjust death" was suppressed.

Daqian will not leave keyboard warriors to rant. If someone hears some of his words, it will really kill the whole family!

"Xiao Anzi, don't learn fake compassion!"

Zheng Laosi knew what Li Ping'an wanted to say and kicked the prisoner's body: "This guy's family was originally a small merchant, running a liquor business."

"Later, he learned martial arts, bullied the market and beat people to death. After escaping from the wanted state, he became a bandit."

"In a few years, his family will have tens of millions of dollars, and become as rich as any other!"

Li Ping'an took out the broken silver and stuffed it into Zheng Laosi's hand.

"Thank you, fourth uncle, for your advice."

…

Finish your breakfast.

Li Ping'an hired a funeral vehicle, loaded the twenty-three corpses into the vehicle, tied them up, and covered them with a whole piece of black oilcloth.

"Definitely..."

The driver drove the ox cart through Anding and Chongde and arrived at the West Gate.

The city gate guard checked Li Ping'an's casket badge and waved him through without inspecting the body, as he did not want to contaminate the body with bad luck.

After leaving the city and continuing westward for half an hour, the ox cart arrived at the mass grave.

There is a large earth bag protruding from the ground that is more than ten feet high, covering an area of ​​more than ten acres. The trees on the slope are withered and the grass is luxuriant.

There are tombstones standing crookedly among the weeds, some are whole pieces, some are half-cut, dilapidated and corroded by the sun and rain, the inscriptions are blurry, and it is difficult to recognize the name of the tomb owner.

In front of some tombstones, there are still unburned paper money, and the wind blows the ashes flying in the sky.

"Every time I come to this world, I always feel the evil nature!"

Li Pingan got out of the car with a shovel, found an open space and started digging a hole. Within a few shovels, a skull was found.

The two black holes were silent, and Li Ping'an looked at each other.

"Sorry to bother you."

He placed the skeleton next to the pit and buried it with the corpse later, and soon dug out a few ribs.

Continuing to dig deeper, there is a continuous stream of various bones and residues, ranging in color from white to dark to black. It is obvious that they are not bones from the same era.

"If it's buried for a few hundred more years, this place will become a mountain of bones!"

Li Ping'an heard from his grandfather that the embalmers and mass graves were both built by the Holy Ancestor to dispose of corpses uniformly and avoid spreading the plague.

The Holy Ancestor was the founding emperor of Daqian. More than 400 years after the founding of the country, the world was in chaos and heroes arose.

A vassal king of the Zhao royal family trained his troops under the banner of restoring Daqian, swept away the eighteen rebels, became emperor, and was honored as the ancestor after his death.

However, there is no eternal dynasty in the world. The Erqian established by Shizu fell apart again after more than 400 years.

This time it was even more chaotic. Even the capital city was captured by the rebels and the Wei Dynasty was established. UU reading www.uukanshu． net

Emperor Jianwu, who is now His Majesty, was originally a concubine of Prince Yi of Liangzhou. He raised an army in the south and swept the world, once again restoring the orthodoxy of Daqian.

Now His Majesty is sixty-nine, and some people already call him Ji Zu in private.

It can be said that the mass graves have existed for three dynasties. The capital has a population of one million, and there are countless unknown corpses every year. It is a terrifying number accumulated over thousands of years.

Li Ping'an dug for nearly two hours. There were more than a dozen skulls piled beside the pit, and there were countless ribs and leg bones.

"That's almost enough."

Li Pingan moved a corpse from the bullock cart and threw it into the pit. Li Pingan held his hands in Tai Chi seals and recited the Taoist mantra for rebirth.

This is a scripture passed down from my great-grandfather. It may be useful, but it may not be useful. Please rest assured.

"The Supreme Lord's decree transcends your lonely soul, all ghosts and ghosts, and is blessed by the four lives..."

I'm here to rescue everyone and be rescued urgently! "

He quickly finished reciting the hundred or so words of the entire mantra, and Li Ping'an was about to pray for the next one, when he suddenly felt a surge of heat in his chest.

The Jianmu branches trembled slightly, reminding him that he had collected merit.

A ray of merit adds one day to your life!

Li Ping'an looked happy, burying corpses was his job, and it could actually increase his merits.

"We should have thought a long time ago that letting the deceased rest in peace and giving them the final dignity is an act of virtue and good deeds!"

The originally tired body was suddenly full of energy with the encouragement of merit.

What was pulled in the car was not a corpse, but a life span of more than 20 days.

Li Ping'an put the corpses into the pit one by one and recited the mantra for rebirth devoutly. Now it is even more important to pray for the deceased.

"After traveling for seven days, my lifespan will not decrease but increase."

"It's the thirty-seventh year of Jianwu. Let's set a small goal first and survive a dynasty in the morgue!"