Chapter 7: Attending a Funeral

However, Lin Feng didn't forget the main business; the Ruyi Golden Cudgel in his hand changed into a rope again, and then tied the drowning ghost's corpse into a ball.

Seeing that Lin Feng had solved the drowning ghost after a busy time, the people of Chen Family Village also hurriedly solved the surrounding ghost slaves.

"Senior! Who are you?"

Then the leading man immediately asked Lin Feng loudly.

"Mm? Old Sun is the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!"

"Great Sage Equal to Heaven!???"

Hearing Lin Feng report his name, these people all fell into a daze.

"This place is not suitable for staying long, Old Sun is going!"

Lin Feng didn't care about them, leaped directly onto the roof, and then disappeared into the night sky after a few flashes.

"Great Sage Equal to Heaven, whose honorable title is that?"

"I, I, I don't know, I haven't heard of it!"

"Could it be that some senior is playing in the world?"

"..."

Until Lin Feng disappeared, someone in Chen Family Village started talking again, but at this time they were still full of questions.

"Swish~ swish~"

After leaving Chen Family Village, Lin Feng didn't run directly to the graveyard, but took a detour before returning to the graveyard.

The drowning ghost's corpse pieces still needed to be processed before they could be absorbed by the opera ghost as nutrients.

Quietly returning to the wooden shack, Lin Feng began to work; processing the drowning ghost required a few things: peach wood nails, copper coins, and incense.

These things were not difficult to get, and soon he had them ready.

Then Lin Feng came to the opera ghost's grave and inserted the drowning ghost's corpse pieces one by one on the grave head with peach wood nails.

The drowning ghost's corpse was inserted with eight peach wood nails, and it could be seen that these corpse pieces still had reactions.

As long as they were left alone, they would soon turn into a drowning ghost again.

Ghosts could not be killed by ordinary means; the only way to kill a ghost was to use another ghost.

After completing the first step, Lin Feng began to perform the sacrificial ritual according to the method in the ghost-raising chapter.

Twelve copper coins were placed on these corpse pieces in turn.

Three sticks of incense were lit and placed on the opera ghost's grave head.

The cold wind of the night blew, and the smell of burning incense gradually permeated the surroundings.

Soon, the drowning ghost's corpse pieces nailed to the ground by peach wood nails gradually disappeared.

As if there was something in the dark that took them away bit by bit.

Seeing this, Lin Feng immediately closed his eyes and opened the "Ghost-Planting and Ghost-Raising Scripture" in his mind.

On the page of the opera ghost, a phantom of the drowning ghost appeared inexplicably on its complex and gorgeous opera costume.

Clearly, the opera ghost had absorbed the power of the drowning ghost, and Lin Feng opened his eyes with a slight smile on his face.

Then Lin Feng cleared the traces on the ground and turned to return to the wooden shack to sleep.

Behind him, the lonely graveyard remained under the night sky.

Early the next morning, Old Quezi, who had been worried all night, knocked on Lin Feng's door.

"It's good, it's good that you're fine. You kid slept so soundly; if the immortal hadn't manifested last night, we two would have really been done for!"

Seeing Lin Feng open the door, Old Quezi first breathed a sigh of relief, then started nagging at Lin Feng again.

"You didn't see how fierce the fight was; there's still that corpse in the courtyard, we have to find a way to clean it up later, otherwise it will be an endless disaster."

"It's just that I don't know the name of that immortal; in two days, I have to find a craftsman to make a statue and worship it well in the room..."

Old Quezi was excited at this time, gesturing while talking about the situation he saw.

"Immortal manifested?"

Lin Feng felt quite speechless; he didn't expect this old guy to think so.

But on second thought, this was a good thing; it was much better for an immortal to manifest than for him, a small gravedigger, to be exposed!

Then the two started to work on breakfast, cooking rice porridge with pickled vegetables.

The rice porridge was fragrant and thick, and the pickled vegetables were crisp and refreshing; both of them were quite satisfied.

"Tsk, if there was a woman in this life, it would be beautiful~"

After eating and drinking, Old Quezi started to sigh like this.

"You still want a woman?"

Lin Feng looked at this guy speechlessly; he was really old but his heart was not old.

"Pah, you kid, why are you talking about me? You, I'm talking about you!"

"You're not young anymore; if you have a chance, you should leave this ghost place, buy some fields, and marry a woman, that's the right path..."

Lin Feng really didn't expect that even after transmigrating, he would encounter such a thing as urging marriage!

"We in this line are all short-lived ghosts; who knows when we'll die!"

So Lin Feng interrupted his words without hesitation; this trend must not grow. Now he could get stronger by digging holes and burying people every day, so how could he think about women?

"..."

Suddenly, Old Quezi was like being choked by the throat, unable to say a word.

Then Lin Feng stood up, grabbed his hard wooden staff, walked outside the courtyard, and started playing.

Although his martial arts came from the "Ghost-Planting and Ghost-Raising Scripture," his body was his own, and he still needed to see how to use each ability himself.

Staff art, leg art, and even Wild Bull Strength, Lin Feng practiced a whole set.

Then after resting for a while, he saw two bailiffs in the distance walking toward here with a donkey cart.

Apparently, there was work again, but now Lin Feng not only didn't feel afraid but was full of expectations.

My hoe is already thirsty!

"Two bailiffs are here!"

Then Old Quezi also walked out of the small courtyard and greeted them with a full face of smiles.

"Hahaha, it's good that you old guy is fine, this little brother is quite capable!"

The thin bamboo pole bailiff laughed immediately, and his attitude was clearly much better than the cold face yesterday.

"Sigh, all miserable children, just have a harder fate."

Old Quezi didn't want these two to think that Lin Feng had any skills; if they sent all the fierce corpses with problems here in the future, it would be miserable.

"A hard fate is good! You have to have a hard fate to do this line!"

The other bailiff with a few big black moles on his face nodded in agreement, clearly recognizing this statement.

"There's no big problem today, look, it's on the cart, drag it down and bury it."

Then they pointed to the donkey cart, and Lin Feng nodded and stepped forward to lift the black cloth.

He saw a beggar's corpse covered in filth curled up on the donkey cart; needless to say, it was either starved to death or sick to death.

"Okay."

Then Lin Feng dragged the corpse off the donkey cart and took it to the open space in the graveyard to dig a hole and bury the person.

The whole process had nothing to talk about, except that after the corpse planting was completed, the "Ghost-Planting and Ghost-Raising Scripture" actually gave an inferior corpse seed evaluation.

Then what was planted was a strange martial art called "Hunger-Enduring Skill."

After Lin Feng absorbed it, he found that this skill was really wonderful; it was actually a special method of internal energy cultivation.

The main cultivation method of this skill was eating and drinking exercise; the internal energy accumulated on weekdays could be turned into a continuous supply of internal energy to supplement the body's consumption at critical moments.

It sounded ordinary, but in reality, this skill was not simple.

After all, as long as one ate a lot, one could persist longer when needed; with such an ability, whether it was survival or combat, the advantage would be too much compared to ordinary people.

Lin Feng was quite satisfied with this skill, but he had nothing to eat at the moment, so he couldn't try it.

Carrying his hoe back to the front of the small courtyard, Lin Feng found that the two bailiffs hadn't left.

And Old Quezi looked at him with full worry, seemingly wanting to say something, but it was hard to speak.

"Haha, this little brother is really efficient!"

"How about it, I have a job here, I don't know if you are willing to do it?"

Seeing Lin Feng come over, the two bailiffs immediately opened their mouths to ask him.

"What job?"

Lin Feng was a bit surprised, but still asked.

"Sigh, Chen Family Village encountered a ghost last night; fortunately, a master took action to save them, but quite a few people still died."

"This is not going to hold a funeral, those people killed by the ghost are not easy to bury, so someone needs to suppress the scene."

"You can even bury that evil corpse of the opera singer, so you must have some means, so the two of us thought of you."

"If you can do it, this deal has a reward of five taels of silver; if you are not willing, we won't force you!"

The thin bamboo pole bailiff explained the reason to him in detail. ===== CHAPTER 8 =====