Chapter 569

The breeze is blowing the forest, standing high, the top of every tree in the forest is blowing at the same time, just like the rolling blue waves.

At the moment, there are ten figures standing above the waves. Even if there are practitioners passing by at the moment, they will not think that nine of them are real mu Youmeng, and the other one is also related to Mu Youmeng.

Although Muyu didn't want to kill at will, he actually found that he had become so accustomed to the passing of life unconsciously. Some things had already quietly changed his view on life.

If there are people who are not worthy of living in the world, it is necessary for them to harvest their lives.

In Mu Yu's eyes, there was a black and white light. He said calmly, "I understand. I know what I should do."

"We are waiting for you. Mu Youmeng doesn't like to have a war, but when the war breaks out, we can't stand idly by. I know you want to resurrect a man named dead wood evergreen. Then you need his soul to be complete. Go to the ghost island, where you can nourish the soul. This is also the purpose of the ghost people. "

It's the beginning of the killing.

"I found that Mu Ling's wound has been repaired a lot, and the power of absorbing soul can also repair it. This time, I simply took you out of the hands of the ghost gate people and did not clean them up, because I think that the ghost gate people should die in your hands, become the nourishment of the wood spirit, not die in my hands.

You can take these three Bodhi leaves. When you encounter the situation just now, you can input the spiritual power into the Bodhi leaves. It will turn into the five element escape technique to help you escape. You can also rely on it to find me

Three Bodhi leaves fluttered gently from his palm and landed in front of Mu Yu. Muyu takes over the Bodhi leaves. He is surprised to find that these three Bodhi leaves are connected with the breath of the old tree. It seems that there is an invisible line to find the position of the old tree.

"As far as I know, there are a lot of ghost disciples coming to the Moyun mountains this time. You should be careful and don't happen the accident just now." The old tree elder nodded to Mu Yu in good faith, and then his figure gradually disappeared in the forest. The other eight mu Youmeng also followed the old tree leader to leave.

"The old tree looks good." Long Teng's voice came out.

"Yes, do you think Youmeng can eat it?" He asked, wagging his tail.

"Why do you eat everything! Eat the shit Long Teng said without good breath.

Muyu is dumbfounded and laughs. Xiaoshuai is really a good child who is not picky about food.

There is a famous place in the Moyun mountain range, which is the random burial valley. In fact, it is an underground crack, thousands of meters long and more than 200 meters wide.

Every midnight, there are ghosts crying and howling from the valley of mass burial, which is very frightening.

There are many villages near the valley of random burial. The people in these villages have a custom that they dress the dead with the most ceremonious clothes and throw them into the valley.

According to their legend, the random burial Valley is an underground crack leading to the reincarnation of the underworld. The dead can only be reincarnated by throwing them in.

Some city people will also transport the corpses all the way here, and then throw them down. This is also a good place for many practitioners to destroy the corpses.

It was here that ghost xuanyue killed 49 practitioners of the golden elixir period and found the hiding place of fenghaochen by the soul searching array.

The valley of random burial is located on a high slope, where it is covered with fog all the year round, so that the sun can't even shine in. Under the high slope, there is a funeral procession composed of more than a few hundred people. At the moment, the mournful trumpet suona is open in front.

These more than 100 people are ordinary people. They are from the nearby villages. Today, a 90 year old man died. It is quite good for ordinary people to live to 90 years old. Because of the high seniority, according to the custom of the village, the whole village will come to see the funeral.

Several people carrying a nanmu coffin, crying, paper money flying all the way, dancing with the wind. The funeral procession slowly walked along the mountain road to the valley of mass burial. It was difficult to walk uphill, especially when they were carrying heavy coffins.

The faces of several coffin bearers were red, and they needed to stop and rest for a while. By the time they lifted the coffin to the edge of the mass burial, everyone was already sweating.

The coffin is parked at the edge of the valley of mass burial. The wind blows under it, and the paper money will soon be blown up. If anyone pays attention, it will be found that none of the paper money can fall into the valley.

In front of the coffin is a simple table with a censer, three incense sticks, and some sacrifices. The purpose is to make the deceased not hungry on the road to the Yellow River.

There is an iron barrel on the ground, the paper money inside is burning vigorously.

Forty or fifty family members were kneeling in front of the coffin and crying loudly. Although many of them did not cry at all, according to the village custom, the louder the cry, the more filial piety the offspring will be. Therefore, each and every one of them will cry desperately for fear of losing the name of unfilial.

Chen Er Zhuang is a man with a dark complexion and a dead man's business. No matter the coffin or the paper money tribute came from his shop. The people in the village had no culture, so he would write a memorial speech for people every time and follow the funeral team to see the dead off.Chen Er Zhuang knows the customs of the dead better than anyone else. He always has a sad professional face because he deals with the dead all the year round.

He glanced at the forty or fifty families who were crying so hard that he sighed a little. It was estimated that there were less than five of them who were really sad.

Perhaps because he had seen this kind of scene frequently, he could see at a glance which person was showing his true feelings and which one was deliberately wiping tears with onions.

Old people will bring a lot of burden to the family, especially if there are lots of children and grandchildren. If there are many sons, they will not suffer losses and take the initiative to support them unless they meet with true filial piety. The old people will feel relieved after their death. For them, they don't need to spend the extra energy and financial resources.

"Dear folks, we come to see old master Zhao off with deep sorrow. Mr. Zhao's children and grandchildren are full, and his life is just and simple. Now that he dies, he is happy to die. All his children and grandchildren are very filial... "

Chen Er Zhuang knew about the family. To tell the truth, although the dead old man Zhao lived to 90 years old, he did not live well in his old age. He lived too long. He had three sons, two daughters, ten grandchildren and more than twenty great grandchildren. It should have been a happy thing for him. However, the three sons refused to take the initiative to support him, and all the descendants refused to come to see him.

He had been living alone for more than ten years and was found three days after his death. Ironically, it was not his relatives who discovered the news of Zhao's death, but his dog, who barked at the door for three days and was noticed.

"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind is not strong, and the son wants to be raised but not to be loved. In his life, Mr. Zhao has cultivated so many outstanding filial sons and daughters. Now that he has left, people can't help but sigh that things are changeable and destiny is unfair... "

Chen Er Zhuang snorted scornfully in his heart. When he came to the Zhao family just now, the three sons of old Zhao were still fighting for who should inherit the house he lived in! But what does it have to do with him? He's just a business man. Just pick the right words.

"Now that the dead are dead, the living will be in mourning. The spirit of old master Zhao in heaven will surely protect the health and longevity of his descendants. Let's say goodbye to Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao, have a good journey

Chen Erzhuang sometimes thinks that he has been seeing off the dead all his life. Who should give him a memorial speech after his death?

The descendants of Mr. Zhao burst into tears again. Everyone was about to break their voices. Some people cried hoarse, but they still tried to cry loudly.

"It's time. It's time for Mr. Zhao to go on his way."

Chen Erzhuang motioned for a moment. The four men he had brought forward immediately, lifted the coffin seriously, and then slowly pushed it into the bottomless valley of mass burial.

The heavy nanmu coffin quickly fell into the abyss. Yin wind blowing Buddha, soon into the fog.

According to the orders of Chen Er Zhuang, all the descendants of old master Zhao rushed to the edge of the valley and cried desperately to keep them.

"Dad, don't go! The child is not yet fully filial! "

"Grandfather, don't leave us!"

"Granddad, come back soon!"

Everyone was crying hard, shouting good words to retain old man Zhao. Although the death of old man Zhao was not a big deal to them, he even wished that he would die early, so as not to let the neighbors gossip all the time.

Chen Er Zhuang still looked sad. He sighed. Although it was customary to call his soul in this way, it seemed that his descendants were reluctant to leave their relatives. However, this kind of thing often seemed like a joke.

However, at this time, the descendants of old Zhao suddenly cried out in terror, and everyone ran back in a strange cry, as if they had seen something terrible from the valley of mass burial.

Chen Er Zhuang felt a little strange. He didn't let these people shout like this just now. He turned his head and looked at the bottom of the valley of random burial. It didn't matter. He was almost scared out of his legs. He fell down!

The nanmu coffin of old master Zhao didn't fall down, but was slowly rising. A strange breath came from the coffin. Soon, the cold and gloomy atmosphere suddenly shrouded all the people, and everyone was scared to move.

Nanmu coffin gradually floated up from the bottom of the disorderly burial Valley and appeared in front of hundreds of people. Then, with a heavy muffled sound, the lid of the coffin was slowly slid open, and Mr. Zhao suddenly stood up straight from the coffin!

"Ghost!"

All the mourners cried out in horror. They tried to turn around and run away, but an invisible force oppressed them. They were shocked to find that their legs were no longer at their command.

Old master Zhao's face, like a dry wrinkled bark, suddenly showed a gloomy smile. His eyes slowly opened, and his eyes were as black as ink, without white eyes!

The most frightening thing is that Mr. Zhao opened his mouth, which had already lost his teeth!

"Didn't you cry for me to come back? Why are you so afraid when I come back? " Old master Zhao said with a dull smile. The laughter was like a monster grinding its teeth, which scared his descendants out of their wits!"Dad, you'd better leave now!"

"Yes, it's the elder brother and the second brother who want to occupy your house. I just can't see it well..."

"Nonsense! It's clearly the third, and you're the cheeriest one

The three sons suddenly began to blame each other. They thought that the reason why Mr. Zhao refused to leave was because of the house, so they quickly began to shirk their responsibilities.

"Well! Why don't you three come with me and continue to be filial to me in the underworld

Old master Zhao suddenly stretched out his hand, and the ghost spirit suddenly enveloped his three sons. They roared in pain, and then gradually lost their voice. Only three white spirits floated from them, and they were swallowed by the Lord Zhao!

Old master Zhao sucked away the souls of his three sons, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips. Then he looked at all the people and said with a gloomy smile: "I have taken all the souls of all the Zhao family, Jie Jie."

The whole valley of random burial was drowned by the gloomy ghost gas.

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