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After the rain stopped, a few strong men from the village were organized to dig up the body. The person had already passed away, and Lin Daya's father still held the rope of the ox tightly in his hand.,For several days, the body had been expelling more air than it was taking in. After being drenched by the heavy rain, it developed a high fever and breathed its last. Lin Xi then came over. The original owner was gone, their money spent, with nothing left to regret.,At that time, I went to a temple called Xiangtong Temple. Everyone was buying souvenirs. At one stall, I liked this string of beads. The stall owner said that the beads had been blessed by a high monk. At the time, I even scoffed at the stall owner for bragging.。