Chapter 6 Delivered to the Door
"Dangdang!"

The door opened, and in the bright moonlight, I saw a man in white clothes with a carriage behind him.

"I've met the old man!"

The white-clothed man in the martial arts world bowed to Old Liu and said, "I am Ding Dian. My elder has passed away, and I would like to keep the body in your manor for a while!"

"Decadaver?"

Old Liu looked at the white-clothed man, but did not reply. Instead, he turned to look at Zhang Chu, "Master, what do you think?"

"Let him in!"

Zhang Chu nodded.

"I've met the Taoist priest."

Ding Dian looked in the direction of the voice in shock. A Taoist priest in a Taoist robe, with his eyes covered with black cloth and a head full of white hair, but with skin as white as that of a teenager, was standing there quietly.

With his internal strength, he didn't even notice the Taoist.

"I don't know what to call him?"

"Poor Taoist,"

Zhang Chu's mind turned over and over again, thinking about the purpose of his cultivation, and a Taoist name emerged in his mind, "Eternal Life!"

"Please come in!"

When Old Liu saw Zhang Chu nod, he said to Ding Yi.

"Thank you, Taoist Changsheng!"

Ding Dian bowed to Zhang Chu and said, then bowed to Old Liu, "Thank you, old man!"

After saying this, he turned around, led the horse, and walked towards the charity cemetery.

"Old Liu, give Young Master Ding a hand,"

Zhang Chu led the way, and walked all the way to the house at the deepest part of the manor, and then stopped, "Just leave it here!"

"Yes, Taoist Priest!"

Old Liu nodded immediately and said to Ding Dian, "Young Master Ding, please!"

Ding Dian nodded, walked into the carriage, came out holding a dead old man, and followed Lao Liu in.

Zhang Chu looked at Ding Yi and the old man who was being held, his expression suddenly changed, and he followed them in.

Old Liu, who walked into the house first, had already lit the candles. By the candlelight, one could see a table where corpses were placed, and several newly made coffins lying there quietly.

When the charity cemetery was being built, Zhang Chu ordered a lot of coffins from the coffin shop, and placed three or five in each room.

People who die away from home may not have coffins, so even if they are allowed to use them, they can still be sold for a good price.

If no one comes to claim the body, it will be buried in a yin gathering place to increase yin energy, and the coffin can be used again.

The old man's body was placed on the table. Ding Yi walked to a coffin, opened the coffin lid, put the body in, and closed the coffin lid again.

"Thank you, Taoist Changsheng!"

After doing all this, Ding Dian walked to Zhang Chu and bowed.

"The charity cemetery is a place to store corpses. How can you say thank you?"

Zhang Chu shook his head, "I would like to thank Young Master Ding for taking care of my business!"

"Master, what you said is wrong!"

Ding Dian shook his head and said, "Master, you have done a great deed by allowing the dead to rest in peace!"

"What's more, haven't you heard that Zigong redeemed someone?"

“If no one charges money, will anyone still do this?”

"Young Master Ding is very knowledgeable!"

Zhang Chu just smiled and didn't argue.

He was still clear about the story of Zigong redeeming someone, and what Ding Dian said was not wrong.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Ding Yi, Zhang Chu left. Before leaving, he said to Lao Liu, "Lao Liu, take Young Master Ding to find a guest room and let him stay there first!"

"Thank you, Taoist Priest!"

Ding Dian bowed his hands in thanks, then said to Lao Liu, "Thank you for your help, uncle!"

"What's the trouble?"

Old Liu held a lantern and led Ding Dian towards the guest room. He could tell that his Taoist priest did not dislike Ding Dian. "As long as Young Master Ding doesn't think it's unlucky, that's fine!"

As they walked along the road, Ding Dian was somewhat puzzled, "Why does Taoist Changsheng have his eyes covered with a black cloth?"

"The Taoist priest has an eye disease!"

Old Liu glanced at Ding Dian, a little unhappy, but he didn't mean to avoid it, "Young Master Ding, just stay here for now!"

After saying that, Lao Liu turned and left.

Lying on the bed, Ding Dian, with a heavy heart, tossed and turned. He couldn't fall asleep.

It turned out that after Mei Niansheng dueled with the Blood Knife Patriarch, he was also seriously injured, and was ambushed by three disciples who wanted Lian Cheng Jue. He fought desperately to break out of the siege and met Ding Dian.

It seemed that Ding Dian was the person to whom he entrusted the Liancheng Jue, so he passed the Liancheng Jue and Shenzhaojing to Ding Dian when he was dying.

Ding Dian is also a kind-hearted man. He is now considering how to bury Mei Niansheng in peace.

The Blood Knife Sect has a very bad reputation, so it's not impossible for them to do things like digging up graves and whipping corpses. Plus, with Mei Niansheng's three traitors, if they erect a monument for Mei Niansheng, it will probably be dug up in no time.

Regardless of what Ding Dian thought, after Lao Liu took Ding Dian away, Zhang Chu came to the morgue. He put his hand on the coffin, felt it silently, his pupils shrank slightly, and he made a mark on it, "Good material!"

When Ding Dian brought the corpse, Zhang Chu recognized that it was Mei Niansheng's body, which was the best material for corpse refining.

However, how to get it is a problem.

Day and night cycle, the moon disappears, and the sun rises.

"Uncle, you got up really early!"

Ding Dian walked out of the room with dark circles under his eyes and saw Old Liu wiping the table with two Taoist boys.

"I'm old and can't sleep,"

Old Liu replied perfunctorily, obviously still bothered by Ding Dian's questions last night.

Ding Dian didn't care. Instead, he stepped forward to lend a hand and started chatting with Lao Liu.

After chatting for a while, he had a deeper understanding of the Taoist priest Changsheng. Children would never lie.

"Old man, I wonder if the immortal path has grown up yet?"

Ding Dian thought for a moment and said to Lao Liu, "I have something to ask Taoist Changsheng!"

"The Taoist priest is having a meal,"

Old Liu looked at Ding Dian and pointed to him, "It's over there in the back hall!"

"Thank you, old man,"

Ding Dian bowed his hands in thanks and walked towards the back hall.

Over at the Sanqing Hall, he saw Zhang Chu having a meal.

"I've met the Taoist priest!"

"Young Master Ding is up!"

Zhang Chu stood up when he heard the voice and said, "If you don't mind, why don't you eat something together?"

Ding Dian took a look and saw a pile of pickles and a few bowls of porridge on the table. He sat directly opposite Zhang Chu and said, "Thank you very much, Taoist priest!"

The two of them sat there, each with their own thoughts, and there was silence for a while.

"Master Changsheng,"

It was Ding Dian who spoke first. He took out a few ingots of silver from his pocket and placed them on the table. "I have something to do recently. I wonder if I can leave my elder here first?"

"If Ding can't come back, can you please help bury the elders?"

"can!"

Zhang Chu put down the porridge in his hand and said, "May I know the name of Mr. Ding, the elder? We can also erect a monument and write about it later."

Ding Dian hesitated for a moment and said, "Just write Anonymous. As for the person who erected the monument, there is no need to write it!"

The truth is that Ding Dian knew the Blood Knife Sect's style too well. If he erected a monument for Mei Niansheng, he would most likely be dug up and whipped.

It is also a good thing to erect an anonymous monument.

What's more, he had already made up his mind that after leaving the charity cemetery, he would build a cenotaph for Mei Niansheng.

There is no need to worry even if we are discovered by the Blood Knife Sect.

As for whether the charity cemetery can get things done?

Just wait until he is free and come take a look.

"it is good!"

Zhang Chu nodded, "I will take care of this matter."

"Then Ding will take his leave!"

Ding Dian put down the empty bowl and walked out of the hall.

Zhang Chu also stood up and sent Ding Dian out. He watched Ding Dian leave the charity cemetery on horseback and turned around and left.

"Master,"

Old Liu, who was following Zhang Chu, asked, "Do we need to find some people to bury that person?"

"Old Liu,"

Zhang Chu said as he walked, "That person was most likely killed in a feud, otherwise he wouldn't have established an unknown name!"

"Let's just pretend that what happened last night never happened!"

"We run a charity cemetery, so we shouldn't get involved in meaningless disputes!"

"Yes, Taoist Priest!"

When Old Liu heard what Zhang Chu said, his face suddenly turned stern, and he stopped asking questions, "I will explain it clearly to Qingfeng Mingyue."

He is an experienced and wise man. Although he has never been in the underworld, he has his own ideas about the way of survival.

He doesn't know what he shouldn't know, doesn't say what he shouldn't say, and doesn't ask what he shouldn't ask. This is why he can live to such an old age in this cruel world.

When you hear about the disputes in the martial arts world, you know that they are not simple matters.

If you are not careful, you may lose your life.

He finally had the chance to enjoy his old age in the charity cemetery, and he didn't want to die like this.

Zhang Chu nodded slightly, watched Lao Liu go to take care of Qingfeng Mingyue, and walked towards the morgue.

(End of this chapter)