In the evening, Qin Kun suddenly received an emergency field mission.

A car accident occurred in Linjiang City this afternoon. A rare heavy snow blocked a mountain road. A truck lost control and collided with a car on the national highway. The two deceased had been cremated one after another, and the rest seemed to be a rich family.

Qin Kun came to the mourning hall and asked his family to leave, and began to sew the bodies and organize the remains.

An hour later, the corpse, which was originally tragic, was now lying peacefully on the bed with a calm face.

"Master Qin... Please trouble you..." The family of the deceased was helped to thank him and gave Qin Kun a red envelope.

"It should be done, sorrow and follow the changes."

Qin Kun put away the red envelope, replied with a gift, said goodbye to his family, and left the mourning hall.

Qin Kun has dealt with a lot of this kind of expedited task in the past two years. Some of the dead are unacceptable to the miserable family members. At this time, their embalmer needs to come forward.

They strive to let the deceased walk with peace of mind and let the family see them on their way peacefully.

For a funeral practitioner, this is also the greatest effort Qin Kun can make.

...

Riding on the bike, back to the community.

Inside the house, Chu Qianxun put on a mask and created a TV. Wang Qian was wearing a Taoist robe and watched the TV with relish.

Qin Kun opened his eyes wide and pointed at the TV: "Where did this thing come from?"

Chu Qianxun glanced at Qin Kun with a squinted look: "I flew here!"

you!

Qin Kun was speechless... This woman was so thorny about her words.

After the three of them finished their meal, they cleaned up their hygiene. Wang Qian looked at the time: "I'm going to do my homework."

Wang Qian practices Fu Zong's homework every day, breathing, brightening his eyes, practicing his fingers, drawing talismans, and doing his homework. He is like a different person. His eyes are sharp and his techniques are quick. A Tiantai pen falls into his hands and feels more flexible than his own limbs.

There are 100 pieces of talisman paper, and the "authority" is pointed out with cinnabar on each talisman's head, and then, according to the movement of the mind, different runes are outlined.

Brush brush brush brush brush —

When Qin Kun saw Wang Qian's speed of painting talismans, he could only describe it as horror. The talisman paper was like flipping a book. Every time he finished drawing one piece, he was pinched and placed next to him. After 100 pieces, a stack of drawn talisman papers were placed neatly, without any confusion.

"How long?" Qin Kun asked in a low voice.

"11 minutes and 40 seconds." Chu Qianxun replied in a low voice.

"One talisman in 7 seconds!"

The two whispered to each other and admired them.

Qin Kun brought Wang Qian's talisman paper. These talismans are almost exactly the same in shape, stroke, or structure position, and there is no difference at all. This little fat man is worthy of being the true master of Tianzitang...

"Damn... I've got 5 more wrong pictures..." Wang Qian himself was also checking the talisman paper and looked at it, feeling a little depressed.

Wrong...5 photos?

Qin Kun opened his eyes wide. He didn't find any talisman paper wrong. Moreover, after buying the talisman paper, the system kept reminding him again, "Congratulations on getting a spirit-gathering talisman". All 100 were prompted, and there were no talismans!

Wang Qian took out the five pictures: "These spiritual gathering talismans are too heavy to use the cinnabar pen, which is easy to spontaneously ignite, and is almost useless."

Wang Qian crushed the five talismans, and Qin Kun and Chu Qianxun stared at each other.

The genius’ requirements for himself are indeed different!

"Fatty, you don't want this talisman?"

Qin Kun asked, holding a stack of talisman paper and drooling.

Since Wang Qian used the spirit gathering talisman to cure Xu Tao's injuries that day, Qin Kun has been very enthusiastic. The spiritual medicine to treat ghosts in [Menggui Mall] is too expensive. A bowl of "yin soup" can earn 500 merits, and can only repair half of the injuries. Generally, Niu Meng and others are injured and can only work hard to repair their injuries by reducing their cultivation. Those reduced cultivation must be replenished from the incense offerings on Qin Kun's hands. Qin Kun has always felt very painful.

Now that Qin Kun has this "dog skin plaster", he naturally won't let it go.

"What do you want to do?" Wang Gan narrowed his eyes and looked at Qin Kun: "I'll agree first, my master won't let me sell it with talisman paper!"

Qin Kun spitted out a spit and took out the underworld coins: "Look! I can change it with you!"

Qin Kun took out a stack of underworld coins, and these underworld coins only cost 10 points of merit. Compared with the "yin soup" that can have 500 merits, it is not worth mentioning!

Wang Gan was stunned. The last time he changed Qin Kun to buy a road, he spent 500 yuan. After the Nanzong Daohui, I heard that the three first seats in the Nanzong sect robbed these roads, and this stack costs 10,000 yuan! It was 10 times higher than the price he gave at that time!

Qin Kun actually exchanged such precious money for his own spiritual gathering talisman?

Wang Gan whispered: "Qin Heigou, let me remind you again that this talisman paper is not made of brocade paper! If you knead it a few times, the power of the talisman gathering will be greatly reduced. It is not as good as brocade paper, and you can put it in your pocket at will."

Qin Kun said: "You know that there is a ghost messenger in my hand. The ghost messenger will inevitably get hurt by bumps and bumps. I have to use these talismans as medicine."

Wang Gan nodded and gave Qin Kun a talisman bag with exquisite workmanship, which made Qin Kun even more happy.

Wang Gan said carefully: "Do you still want it in the future?"

Qin Kun swallowed his saliva: "Are other talismans available? For example, the Vajra talisman you drew in your homework a few days ago, the Greedy Wolf talisman, etc...."

"That's all for painting. Ordinary yellow paper cannot bear the power of this kind of talisman. I also have a yellow armor talisman, which is one level lower than the Vajra talisman. It is for defense. Yellow paper can be drawn..." Wang Gan immediately promoted it.

Qin Kun made the decision: "It's all!"

The two reached a consensus and each got what they needed and were very happy. Chu Qianxun tear the mask down: "I want it too!"

In the face of interests, Qin Kun would not give in: "I said, Miss, every family is big and wealthy, can you ask for soup from us two poor people?"

Chu Qianxun smiled: "Linjiang City, I know several large tombs with excellent century-old human skin and hair."

A century-old human skin! Hair!

Wang Gan widened his eyes. This is an important raw material for making brocade paper!

Qin Kun thought it was not good, this girl seemed to be trying to grab the business...

However, Chu Qianxun said again: "I also know where Linjiang City is a little devil who does evil and does not know how to live or die!"

Qin Kun opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it! If there was such a place, wouldn't his merits have increased rapidly again?

Chu Qianxun was extremely satisfied and pulled out one-third of the money to buy a way out from Wang Gan, and one-third of the talisman paper from Qin Kun.

"I think we can divide this thing evenly in the future. What do you think?" Chu Qianxun asked.

Compared to these insignificant things, Chu Qianxun brought up the real money in the eyes of the two. The two nodded quickly and expressed their agreement!

...

The next day at noon, after finishing the funeral home, Qin Kun called Yuan Xinghan and said that he could accompany him to meet his senior teacher.

Yuan Xinghan drove the car and came to the funeral home to pick up Qin Kun, then drove to the city.

"Last night I asked the teacher's wife that the teacher's health is getting worse and worse. Now I have to ask a private doctor to accompany me."

Yuan Xinghan's expression was very bad, and Qin Kun comforted: "If it's really a sinister, there won't be any serious injury."

Yuan Xinghan didn't know what he was feeling sad and whispered: "I hope this is the case."

The jeep drove all the way to the southern suburbs.

Yangliu District is the university town of Linjiang City. I heard that this teacher is also a visiting professor at Linjiang University and an honorary chairman of the Calligraphy and Painting Association. He is highly respected in the calligraphy and painting circles of Linjiang City and has a wide range of disciples.

Qin Kun came to an elegant garden-style courtyard.

The gray walls and high eaves, each place and a scene. On the snowy day, the independent courtyard looks particularly elegant. In the courtyard, there are cold plums blooming proudly. The decoration is simple but not old. In the small building, I refer to a little Japanese style. I walked along the stone road to the entrance. Qin Kun took off his shoes and entered the house.

The room was warm and the mat was comfortable to sit on. Qin Kun saw that the old man seemed to like to grow flowers very much. The heavy snow in the room was just right. As soon as he entered the house, a faint fragrance blew over him. A beautiful and gentle-talked sister came over.

The beautiful sister is over 30 years old, but she is well maintained, has enough collagen, and has an intellectual temperament all over her body.

"Hello, are you the youngest Professor Qin in the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine? My name is Jiang Lan." The beautiful sister stretched out her hand, her voice soft and glutinous, which sounded very nice.

Jiang Lan? Is this sister Hu Jianren?

Qin Kun reached out and heard her directly picking Professor Ming’s identity. He was obviously a little doubtful. Qin Kun felt guilty: “This sister has been too much, but I am…”

Qin Kun saw Yuan Xinghan coughing heavily and quickly changed his words: "Actually, I can't stand such praise. Cough, I'm not talented. Qin Kun has been studying at Yanjing College of Traditional Chinese Medicine for a few years and has a little knowledge of medical skills. It's impossible for a professor to say anything." Qin Kun believed it, and he believed it.

Yuan Xinghan breathed a sigh of relief.

The beautiful sister looked up, still wondering, but she was just wondering why Qin Kun looked so young.

Her eyes moved to Yuan Xinghan, with a gentle look, and seemed a little shy: "Senior brother, dad is upstairs, or we'll go up now?"

Yuan Xinghan looked at Jiang Lan like a fool, his soul was almost gone, and he nodded: "Okay! OK!"

Qin Kun looked at the improper current in their eyes and said in his heart: After doing it for a long time, the great painter of Yuan was playing the drama of saving his father for love?

Qin Kun had no choice but to touch his nose. It seemed that the role he played was Doctor Jia Yue Lao.

OK, let’s take a look first, saving people is important.

Qin Kun thought about it and followed.
Chapter completed!