Will the body still move after death?
Of course you can.
This man probably fell to death while collecting medicine. The scratches all over his body were rotten and infested with maggots. Even though he was tied tightly to the cart with hemp rope, he was still struggling.
Li Changan chanted quietly beside him:
"The gods of the ten directions, as numerous as sand and dust, have transformed into the realms of the ten directions, helped save the heavens and people, gathered their merits, and saved the world with one voice..."
The mana was consumed little by little, and the movements of the deceased gradually subsided.
Finally, Li Changan picked up a bowl of talisman water, which contained a frightening and calming talisman, which could be used to appease the soul.
He dipped a willow branch in talisman water and sprinkled it on the body of the deceased. He stretched out his hand to touch his eyes, and the scarred body finally rested in peace.
"He's already gone."
The people around him breathed a sigh of relief, but one of the women burst into tears.
An old man came forward and offered a pottery bowl containing copper coins.
"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for saving the child of the Shi family."
After the banquet that day, Li Changan walked along as Mr. Heng pointed out. The road was deserted and the village community was in ruins. Finally, he passed by a village and wanted to buy some food and water. He happened to encounter a dead man pretending to be a corpse. Li Changan wanted to kill him with a sword, but he couldn't resist the pleading of his wife. He had never studied the classics of transcendence, so he could only remember Liu Laodao's method and make do with it. Unexpectedly, the matter was accomplished.
Li Changan glanced at the copper coins in the old man's bowl. Some were stained with black soil, some were covered with fine chaff, some had worn-out writing, and some had green rust. They should have been collected from each family's money.
In the past, he laughed at the old Taoist for being soft-hearted and greedy. Now, when it fell on him, how could he be so cruel as to take away the only savings of these poor people?
But Shangjingmen believed in the creed of "what you get is what you get, and what you get is what you get", so he thought about it and shook out his knotted Taoist robe.
He found it troublesome along the way and didn't bring any spare clothes with him. This Taoist robe was still the one from Snake Head Mountain. Although the blood stains had been washed away with the mountain stream, he had no time to mend the holes all over his body.
So, Li Changan pushed the pottery bowl back into the old man's arms and said with a smile:
"A monk doesn't need so much money. If it's convenient, please scrape together some scraps to help me mend my clothes."
Half an hour passed.
The old man dismissed the children who were listening to the story around Li Changan, and handed over the mended robe. Li Changan took it and shook it open. The robe was full of patches and was almost mended into a hundred-year-old robe. The stitches in the repaired areas were very fine and careful. Although the patched fabric was coarse linen, the quality was not too bad. Li Changan looked up and found that the old man's clothes were much shorter.
Li Changan sighed with his head, but didn't say much, nodded and left.
After leaving the village, the old man caught up with him again.
"Anything else?"
"There is something I forgot to tell the Taoist priest..." the old man said with his hands raised. "A few days ago, some bandits came to the village to ask..."
As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced at Li Changan's hair.
"...Have you ever seen a young Taoist priest with short hair?"
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The sun sets in the west.
Li Changan rode his donkey to leave the village and passed by a hotel.
Tonight is the last full moon of the month. Although the bed is more comfortable to sleep on, for the moon wine, I have to spend the night in the grass with mosquitoes.
At this time, an old voice suddenly said from the side:
"Little Taoist priest, the road ahead is difficult and dangerous. There are many bandits and ghosts coming and going at night. It is better to rest in a shop for the night."
Li Changan turned around and saw an old man sitting on the threshold of the hotel, weaving a bamboo basket. Li Changan's eyes roamed over him for a long time, then he suddenly smiled and said:
"I don't need to worry about it, I can barely protect myself with my swordsmanship."
After that, he left directly.
After walking a hundred meters, the smile on Li Changan's face gradually faded.
That old man was no ordinary person. If he is a bamboo craftsman, his hands do not have the old scars made by the bamboo blades; if he is a farmer, his back is too straight. Most importantly, his long goatee was too neatly groomed.
Thinking back to the words of the old man in the village, this person's identity is already obvious - an assassin!
Someone wants his life!
Li Changan was a little surprised, but not scared. Drawing your sword when you see an injustice on the road sounds bold and unrestrained, but you must also know that once you draw your sword, you will forge a grudge. Today's assassins will come sooner or later.
There was no blame, Li Changan went on his way as usual, but he was just a little more wary.
After walking for a while, we entered a small forest.
Suddenly, there was a scream in the air.
Li Changan unsheathed his sword without looking back.
"Click."
An arrow was cut into two pieces.
Immediately afterwards, a figure was vaguely seen moving in the forest, and arrows continued to strike. Li Changan just turned around and let the big green donkey continue to move forward while he blocked the arrows one by one.
In the end, Li Changan didn't even use a sword, he just grabbed an arrow that was shot into his eye with his bare hands.
After this catch, he seemed to be shocked by Li Changan's ability to block all the arrows in an understatement, and no more arrows were shot in the forest. Li Changan raised his eyes and saw that the forest was silent and the figure had disappeared.
Li Changan just thought that the other party had retreated when he saw the difficulty, and continued to urge the donkey forward.
Not far away, suddenly there was a sound of wind and thunder and the sound of branches breaking behind him. Li Changan looked back in horror, only to see two bolts of lightning rushing toward each other, piercing the trunk of the tree and cutting off branches along the way.
In an instant, from far to near, he arrived in front of Li Changan. He hurriedly drew his sword and faced it, but two rays of lightning suddenly spread out and flew around him in the woods. The light flashed like a violent storm coming, All I could hear was the roar of the wind and the rustling of fallen leaves.
Suddenly, two rays of lightning merged together and flew towards each other.
Li Changan used the blade of his sword to block one bolt of lightning, but he only had time to deflect another bolt of lightning with his sword hilt. Although the lightning was blown away, it also flew along the big green donkey's neck and cut off a large bunch of mane.
The big green donkey felt a chill on its neck, raised its head and cried out "ah uh". And the lightning staggered and was about to strike again.
Li Changan quickly shouted loudly:
"Wait!"
The two flashes of lightning stopped in response, as if the wind and rain stopped suddenly, and the forest was silent again, with only the remaining leaves falling.
Only then did Li Changan see clearly that the two electric lights turned out to be two small swords, each no more than two fingers wide and half a meter long. The blades were thin and spinning in the air.
A famous word suddenly sounded in his mind - Flying Sword!
At this time, the two small swords circled around him and then slowly flew in one direction.
Li Changan had no choice but to urge the donkey to follow.
When they arrived at a small open space, the old man from the hotel was waiting there.
He stood with his hands behind his back, two small swords circling around him, like children playing.
He looked at Li Changan who was following him obediently, and said with a smile:
"The little Taoist priest is doing whatever he wants with his sword skills, but can he recognize my flying sword skills?"
