Chapter 378: Wise King Jiang Yi

Bai Yu took root in Songming Country. Not only did he attend the funeral, but he also watched the feng shui to relieve the evil spirits.

The name of the Burial Hall is getting more and more famous.

The princes, ministers, and even the aristocratic families are often willing to spend a lot of money to ask Bai Yu to come forward to check Feng Shui.

However, Bai Yu has little interest and will only take one or two orders when he has time for the funeral.

He would rather lead his men to collect the unburied floating corpses in mass graves.

Not to mention that human nature is inherently base, but his behavior only attracted the attention of those powerful people.

Sometimes, the procession for his burial could line up from the street to the end of the alley.

In the ninety-two years of Renwu's reign, there was a severe drought.

All three states near Gyeonggi Province were hit by the disaster, and countless refugees flocked to the capital to beg for work.

This winter, it snowed heavily.

There are countless frozen corpses floating on the streets. Almost every few steps you take, you can see the road falling.

Even the corpse collector was overwhelmed.

Bai Yu and several of his men used a cart to pull a bunch of frozen corpses and went to the mass grave outside the city for burial.

Outside the city, groups of refugees as thin as reed sticks were crowded together in twos and threes, hiding in shacks and shivering.

Now, with just a steamed bun, you can buy a beautiful girl from a refugee.

Bai Yu secretly sighed.

The people of Songming Country lived a more difficult life than Dali Country.

In the country of Dali, martial arts were suppressed and immortal ways were born. It was still difficult to suppress the rebellion of the refugees everywhere.

However, martial arts in the Songming Kingdom are prosperous, and immortals and mortals live together. One immortal cultivator can easily suppress the rebellion of ten thousand people.

Since the threat of refugee rebellion is not great, the exploitation of the lower class has become more serious, and ordinary people are almost like slaves.

In fact, the huge Songming Kingdom didn't even have a righteous village.

After the refugees died, they were thrown directly into mass graves.

"Alas, there are natural and man-made disasters. If you can do your part, then do your part."

Bai Yu worked hard all day before returning to Baishi's shop.

He set up a small hot pot and prepared to eat with Lao Mo Tongtong.

At this time, the door opened with a bang.

But the madman came into the shop crying and laughing.

In the past few years, Taoist Epiphany often came to the Burial Hall to have meals, and also exchanged talisman techniques with Bai Yu.

Sometimes he wouldn't leave, but would just find a coffin in the shop and lie down there for the night.

The two of them got along fairly well.

Bai Yu felt that this crazy old guy was smarter than anyone else.

"Senior, have you eaten? Come and have some together."

The epileptic Taoist's eyes were filled with tears:

"Hehehehehe, I've eaten. I've eaten outside."

His crazy behavior was not surprising to everyone.

Xiao Tongtong moved a stool for Taoist Epilepsy:

"What delicious food did Grandpa Epilepsy eat outside?"

The mad Taoist cried and laughed:

"Eating people, eating human flesh, too much to eat."

Bai Yu said curiously:

"Senior is joking again. How can we eat human flesh?"

"Friends who often eat people know that human flesh tastes jerky and extremely difficult to swallow."

The mad Taoist laughed strangely and said:

"Who said human flesh is not delicious? The most delicious thing is human flesh. Look at those princes, dignitaries, and monks from aristocratic families, who are not so full of fat?"

"They eat people, and I eat people too. The whole world is eating people."

"In the eyes of the old Taoist, you are the only family of three who don't eat people."

Bai Yu was silent.

This crazy Taoist talked crazy, but he accidentally told some truth.

Princes, generals, ministers, sects and aristocratic families, these are all vampires weighing on the people, sucking their blood all the time.

Immortal martial arts are so prosperous, but the civilians are littered with corpses.

Except for a few ascetics, they all lay down on the people to suck blood.

As the ancestor of Yuan Fu Guan, Daoist Epilepsy is naturally a member of the vampire class.

He could see clearly but couldn't move.

These words will only be regarded as crazy words by the monks.

So he went crazy and wandered around the world.

Bai Yu understood, so he remained silent.

Next to her, Xiao Tongtong couldn't understand what it meant.

She is a foodie, and when she heard the Taoist priest say that human flesh is the most delicious, her mouth watered immediately.

She looked at her chubby little arm, hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth and bit it.

"Ouch~"

Tongtong jumped up in pain and jumped directly to the roof.

"Grandpa Epilepsy is a bad guy. Human flesh doesn't taste good at all. It hurts a lot."

Being interrupted like this, Bai Yu calmed down a bit.

He hurriedly took Tongtong's little arm, blew on her and rubbed it.

"Children, don't listen to the crazy old man's nonsense. You can't eat human flesh."

He secretly decided in his heart that it was not okay for little Tongtong to have such a lack of common sense. It seemed necessary to give her a ninety-year compulsory education.

After comforting Tongtong, Bai Yu invited the Taoist Master to eat meat.

The epilepsy man was drooling, but he couldn't move his chopsticks. He was crying and drooling at the same time, which was indescribably weird.

On the second day, Bai Yu had just gotten up and was washing up with a cup.

There was a "dong dong" knock on the door.

Lao Mo rushed to open the door, only to see an elegant and honest middle-aged man standing outside the door, with two followers behind him.

He smiled gently, cupped his hands and said:

"Xiao Ke Jiang Yi, come and invite your husband to come out."

After hearing this, Bai Yu picked up the cup and poured a cup of mouthwash over it.

"Line up outside the alley."

He sighed inwardly.

Damn, trouble is coming.

Jiang Yi, the crown prince of Songming Kingdom, has a reputation as a virtuous man.

The one who comes is not kind.

Jiang Yi was splashed with water, and the two followers behind him glared at Bai Yu and were about to attack.

However, Jiang Yi stopped them and actually went outside the alley to line up.

Bai Yu began to deal with the chores in an orderly manner.

It was nothing more than whose child was frightened, whose family had encountered evil spirits, and whose family had a corpse that they dared not deal with.

After a long time, it was Jiang Yi's turn. At this time, the water marks on his body had frozen into ice.

He entered the door and bowed to Bai Yu:

"Mr. Bai, I am here to invite you to come out of the mountain."

Bai Yu just looked at Jiang Yi coldly.

Jiang Yi was not annoyed, and continued to talk:

"This year, there was a severe drought in spring and autumn, and a snowstorm in winter. The people in several states in the north are living in poverty, and refugees have poured into the capital. Too many people have suffered in the past few days."

"I have already written a letter to my father, asking him to open the granary to release grain and provide relief to the victims. The Prince's Mansion has also sent people to start distributing porridge."

Jiang Yi has a generous personality and a good reputation. He cares about the people.

Judging from his deeds, not his heart, whether he is pretending or sincere, Bai Yu praises him as a wise king.

Jiang Yi said again:

"I will do my best for the living, but I will have to ask you to come out for the dead."

"The dead bodies need to be collected and buried, otherwise it will easily cause plague, and there are also wronged souls and evil spirits to be resolved."

"These tasks are too fragmented, and many immortal masters are unwilling to do them. I have heard that Mr. Bai is kind-hearted, so I beg you to lend a hand and take charge of all funeral matters in the capital."

Bai Yu looked at Jiang Yi and suddenly said:

"You can go back. I can prepare a coffin for you because you look kind."

He ignored Jiang Yi and actually started to make a coffin, and cut a paper man and put it in the coffin.

Jiang Yi was silent for a long time, sighed and went out.

After he left, Bai Yu also sighed.

Dark clouds covered Jiang Yi's head, covering the purple clouds, and he was going to die soon.