In Yinchuan County, Qin Kun was happily riding his bicycle.

It’s really sleepy and I’m giving a pillow. Who would have thought that I would meet a black market tobacco dealer on the street.

Qin Kun was carrying 5 packs of big front doors, and these cigarettes were bought from the stall for 100 yuan. Qin Kun fooled the vendor and said that they were Grandpa Mao’s commemorative coins, brand new red tickets, finely made and pressed with gold threads, and directly rushed to the cigarette seller. Not only did he give 5 packs of big front doors, he also gave him a few food coupons, crying and shouting that he wanted to exchange them with Qin Kun.

"Wait, it seems something is wrong..."

When Qin Kunqin left the county town, he thought about it. It seemed that a bag of big front door cost only 2 yuan...

I bought 5 packs for 100 yuan, isn't it a bit 2...

After discovering this fact, Qin Kun's expression was a little stiff, but soon he comforted himself: This was 1980, well, cigarettes are definitely not easy to do, and he also gave me a box of matches and food coupons, which I made money...

Whether to suffer losses or make a profit, Qin Kun is not ready to think about it anymore. He has spent all his money, so he can't get it back, right?

Besides, the new version of 100 yuan is just a beautiful piece of paper in this era...

It took three hours to drive and it started to rain lightly in the sky.

Qin Kun was a little helpless. He asked several times on the way, and it was about 2 hours before he could ride to Linjiang City. Qin Kun felt that his butt could not stand it anymore.

The task was written, Wu Xiong was found in 36 hours. It has been half gone, and there are 18 hours left. Qin Kun’s goal is very clear, in the northern suburbs.

Since Wu Xiong is from the Fu Sect of Qingzhushan, he is definitely not wrong to ride towards Baihu.

Two hours passed quickly, at 3 pm, the drizzle stopped, and Qin Kun came to the foot of Qingzhu Mountain. At this time, the Baihu Town Scenic Area had not yet been developed. There were bare Baihu Lake, and there were reed marshes by the lake. There were only a few villages around, without even the root hair.

The undeveloped Baihu Town Scenic Area is really remote like a wild lake, no one cares about it.

At the foot of Qingzhu Mountain, Qin Kun stopped a little Taoist priest.

"I said to fellow Taoist, are you from Qingzhushan?"

The little Taoist priest looked up and down at Qin Kun.

"Dare you ask that the donor is also from my Taoist sect?" the little Taoist priest wondered.

"I am a pilgrim!" Qin Kun said.

Qin Kun has always refused to admit that he is a Taoist priest, but now in order to complete the task, there must be an excuse. He thinks the saying of pilgrims is very good. Which Taoist temple does not like pilgrims?

The little Taoist priest nodded: "Oh, the path is not from Qingzhu Mountain."

Depend on!

You are not like Qingzhushan, who are talking so much nonsense!

Qin Kun glared at the little Taoist priest with contempt, turned around and left.

"Stop it! The so-called prayer for gods and Buddhas is to respond to all requests. The temple in Qingzhu Mountain is a Yin Temple, and the people worship the Yuanjun of the Five Halls. If the donor wants to burn incense, he might as well come to my Tianhu Mountain. I am Yu Jizi. Our Tianhu Mountain is an orthodox Taoist temple, and the statue of the Three Pure Gods is very effective!"

Qin Kun was so speechless when he saw the little Taoist priest's eyebrow dancing.

There are also incidents of robbing pilgrims these days? Tianhu Mountain isn’t that one of the three mountains of life and death. It is blocked on the necessary road to Qingzhu Mountain and praised its own incense for its effectiveness. Who thought of this damage?

"You said your name is Yu Jizi?"

The little Taoist priest nodded, "Yes, have the donor heard of the Taoist name given by my master?"

Qin Kun stopped the bicycle and stepped forward and beat the Taoist priest up.

The little Taoist priest was fragile and screamed in pain.

"Donor, why did you hit me?" There were two lines of bright red lines hanging under the little Taoist priest's nose.

Qin Kun curled his lips and said, "You fooled Lao Wang and asked me to go to the funeral home to watch the night. If I hadn't received the adventure, I would have been cheated to death by you. Who would you beat me if I didn't beat me?"

"I don't like those who are more handsome than me!"

The little Taoist priest wiped his nose bleeding: "The face was given by his parents, what can I do! The donor has a form in his heart, but I have no form in his heart! Ordinary people, I remember you!"

Oh my god, I'm worthy of being Taoist Master Yu Jizi. He can fool him so much at such a young age. What kind of thing has nothing but form?

After the Yu Jizi was bombarded, Qin Kun finally caught a Qingzhushan Taoist priest, but was told that Wu Xiong had gone to the crematorium.

Fire...crematorium?

Qin Kun was stunned, why did he go there?

"The donor may not know that something big happened in Linjiang Dao Sect today. A senior immortal went there, and many masters, uncles, and fellow men went to pay their respects. In fact, it was not far away, just next to Yuetan Mountain."

The Taoist priest saw that Qin Kun was dressed well and was obviously a rich man. He heard that Master Wu had frequent contacts with these dignitaries and nobles, and the life of the Qing Zhushan disciples had improved a lot, so he did not dare to neglect them.

Yuetan Mountain...

Qin Kun missed a blow and rode towards Yuetan Mountain.

By the way, Lao Wang said that the crematorium in Linjiang City was in the northern suburbs. After the rectification and planning of the northern suburbs, it was moved to the western suburbs.

Qin Kun was stunned. Can you meet Lao Wang today?

Qin Kun smiled and said, "This relationship is good and you can still reminisce about the past." I don't know what Lao Wang looked like when he was young."

After a while, Qin Kun arrived at the foot of Yuetan Mountain. The current Yuetan Mountain, except for the pavilion on the mountainside, was no longer what he had seen before. It can only be said that it was still beautiful.

Who would have thought that this Yuetan Mountain, which has a strong temperament of Lingshan, will become a field holy place for young people in 30 years... It's so good luck.

Not far from the foot of the mountain, the crematorium is already in front of you.

There are large wastelands around. After all, when cremation is popular, few villages can accept this kind of burial method. In addition, the predecessors are afraid of ghosts, and there are no village brigades that will allow crematoriums to be built next to them.

The bicycle rode all the way to the entrance of the crematorium.

Today, it seems that a big man is really dead, the small crematorium yard is full of people.

Qin Kun looked around and saw that most of these people were wearing Taoist robes, wearing black satin, and white strips tied to their arms. Qin Kun counted and found that there were almost a hundred heads.

At the door, the atmosphere was very depressing.

Qin Kun tied the bicycle to the large iron door and went in with his head and mind.

"What's wrong with this? I don't even have a blowjob. Should I be so quiet?"

In the simple shed, there was a small mourning hall where several Taoist priests were sitting, clamoring for something loudly.

"Master Yang's body has melted. Where are you talking about?!"

A tall middle-aged man questioned a vulgar Taoist priest.

Qin Kunxun looked over and found it.

Wu Xiong was seen by Qin Kun. At the Nanzong Dao Conference, he looked wretched and shrewd, and had a deep memory. Sometimes, Wang Qian looked like his master with a small abacus.

But Wu Xiong is less than 40 years old and has little shrewdness, but his vulgar temperament can't be hidden from Qin Kun's eyes.

"Well... the system did not prompt to complete the task. It seems that I have to talk to him."

There were too many Taoist priests here, and Qin Kun felt that it was not good to show up. When he was thinking about how to call him over, a voice sounded behind him.

"Who are you? What are you doing here sneakily?"

In front of Qin Kun, a young man of 25 or 26 looked at him with a bad expression.

"Do you care about it?"

Qin Kun shook his windbreaker, gave him a blank look, and lit a cigarette: "Brother, help me call that despicable Taoist priest, I have something to do to find him."

Qin Kun rubbed the matches and lit the cigarette butts, and even gave one to the young man in front of him.

Well……

The young man was speechless. This boy was dressed in gorgeous clothes. He originally came to the funeral home to relax. He didn't expect to meet such a strange person. At first he thought he was a person with ulterior motives, but he didn't expect he was a self-professional person...

The young man took the cigarette and saw it, Daqianmen! This cigarette is not cheap!

After smoking, the young man's attitude improved a lot: "You are also mourning Mr. Yang?"

Qin Kun curled his lips: "Congratulations? I don't know who is dead. Go quickly." Qin Kun urged him when he saw the debate getting bigger and bigger.

The young man found that he was obviously older than Qin Kun, so why was he ordered to be like a younger brother? But for the sake of this cigarette, he endured it.

"My name is Wang Shouyi. If anyone dies in the family in the future, you can come to the crematorium to find me. Everyone is responsible for the popularization of cremation."

Looking at the young man's back as he left, the cigarette from Qin Kun's mouth fell to the ground.

This is... Lao Wang!

Why does this guy have a singular voice now?

Wu Xiong was being scolded by Jing Sansheng when suddenly, Wang Shouyi walked over and said, "There is someone looking for you at the door."

Wu Xiong frowned and looked for... me?

Wu Xiong looked at it and found that he was a person he didn't know and was holding something in his arms. He pinched his fingers and smiled slightly.

"Uncle Ge, I'll come when I go."

(To be continued)

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