As the most unlucky corpse collector in Yunjing, Shen Qing only wanted to survive by relying on half of the "Iron Bone Fist Manual".
Until he picked up the body of a female who was branded with Buddhist talismans but died from Taoist fingerings.
On the night when the corpse was mutilated, the cold-faced female boss of Jing'an Division took him into the Yamen.
Since then, the style of painting in Beijing has changed dramatically.
The Taoist Celestial Master said that his hands were full of blood, and Shen Qing threw out the autopsy sheet: "The deceased's throat bone was broken, the murderer was left-handed, and he was five feet three tall - Celestial Master, do you want me to tell you your birth date again?"
The eminent Buddhist monk scolded him for blaspheming the souls of the dead. Shen Qingliang took out a scalpel and said, "Master, your relic has three cracks. Do you want me to cut it open for you?"
Among the monks in the city, no one looked down upon him, a ninth-grade martial artist who only knew how to box.
Until the evil array in the imperial city opens, the demons press the realm, all dharmas are dimmed, and the gods and Buddhas retreat——
Shen Qing blasted away the blood mist with one punch, shredded the evil spirit in the sky with his bare hands, stepped on the broken spells and scriptures on the ground, turned around and sneered:
"It is said that the road to martial arts is cut off, and there is no god before it."
"Today, I, Shen Qing, will pick it up with my own hands!"
——I collected the body in Jing'an Division, and here I paid my last respects to the immortals and Buddhas all over the city.
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