Chang Sheng Gou Said: Play The Suona At The Beginning, Mourn The Funeral And Cultivate Immortality

Bai Yu chose a straight peach branch and cut three feet of white cloth.

The white cloth was washed with rootless water and exposed to the sun for three days.

Then the flying dragon and the phoenix are painted with many runes such as evil-suppressing charms, evil-reducing charms, and ghost-torture charms.

While drawing the talisman, he also chanted incantations and made sacrifices.

Seven days later, a soul-suppressing flag was refined.

Bai Yu took it to a hilltop with strong evil spirits and shook it gently a few times, and the evil spirits there dispersed.

He collected the soul-calming flag and returned to Yizhuang.

"Well, anyway, be prepared."

In the following days, he began to attend funerals, practice martial arts, and draw talismans.

Zhu Youyin has almost learned the middle volume of the Yin Fu Jing, and Bai Yu has mastered two more blood charms.

Don't be impatient, the years will be quiet.

But this tranquility was broken by one person.

On this day, Bai Yu was on duty in the front office.

A group of monks came in a hurry carrying a corpse.

The leading monk, fat and kind-faced, turned out to be the Fifth Grade Martial Artist.

The four monks behind him, two Third Grade and two Fourth Grade, are all of extraordinary strength.

The strange thing is that each monk carries a big gourd on his back.

The fat monk smiled and clasped his hands:

"The benefactor, a lay disciple of a poor monk died suddenly. He came to borrow a precious land for burial. I also ask the benefactor to make it convenient for him."

He very kindly gave me a tael of silver.

Bai Yu took the silver and led them into the backyard:

"Master, please come inside. If you are using us to do something, just say hello."

Bai Yu casually mentioned that most monks can save themselves and do not need to go to Yizhuang to do things.

Unexpectedly, the great monk took out five taels of silver and said:

"Please also ask the donor to arrange for a ritual ceremony to be performed for the disciple so that he can rest in peace."

Bai Yu didn't care and agreed.

However, the moment he saw the corpse's face, he couldn't help but froze.

The corpse had blue skin and a painful expression, but it looked inexplicably familiar.

Turns out to be Mangzi!

The former mourner was buried in the blink of an eye.

I once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world, but in the blink of an eye I was in a little black box.

This made Bai Yu couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Master, he was once our friend."

"Don't worry, I will definitely choose a good place for him to bury."

The great monk put his hands together:

"The donor is really kind-hearted and will be rewarded with blessings in the future."

After hearing that Mangzi was dead, his ninth uncle Zhu Tong rushed over.

Lao Zhangtou shook his head:

"This kid doesn't listen to advice. It's not easy to get into trouble in the world."

A few people took care of it and performed funeral rites for him.

Uncle Jiu was chatting with the great monk.

From the conversation between the two, Bai Yu also got a general idea.

It turns out that this great monk is called Master Jinlong, and he is from the world of martial arts.

He had fought with a thief before and was seriously injured, but was saved by Mangzi.

Mangzi took the opportunity to become a disciple and asked Master Jinlong to guide him through the world.

In the end, Mangzi was still as reckless as ever. As soon as he had achieved success in his studies, he rushed into the bandits' den alone and wanted to do justice to the people and eliminate harm for the people, but he was killed.

Mangzi's recklessness finally turned into a funeral.

Bai Yu finished playing an elegy.

Master Jinlong and several of his disciples also came to offer incense and pay homage.

They all looked sad and lamented.

It seems that there is a deep relationship between master and apprentice.

At this time, Bai Yu looked at the burial record.

[Funeral target: Wang Mang! ]

[Identity: A lay disciple of Jinlong Temple. ]

[Age: 19. ]

[Cultivation: Martial Dao Third Grade. ]

[Funeral participation: 51%. ]

[General rewards: Strength +12, life experience +110. ]

[Optional rewards: Iron Corpse Skill, Dragon Power Technique, Arhat Fist, Golden Bell Cover, Yin Qi +3, Qi and Blood +45...]

Bai Yu instinctively felt something was wrong.

Mangzi's funeral reward actually contained such things as Iron Corpse Skill and Yin Qi, which looked very ghostly.

Bai Yu's face remained calm as he secretly checked the burial records.

Through the burial records, Bai Yu can view some scenes of Mangzi's lifetime.

Mangzi indeed saved Master Jinlong.

Then Master Jinlong also taught him several powerful techniques and kept urging him to practice.

During the two or three years outside, Mangzi only had memories of cultivation and nothing else at all.

The last scene was frozen a month ago.

Mangzi sat in a large vat, soaking in potion.

Master Jinlong and a young man in white stood aside waiting.

The young man in white asked:

"Are you all ready?"

Master Jinlong nodded and said:

"It's just the last step."

The young man in white had a long voice:

"Fear is the best tonic."

"For the great cause!"

Master Jinlong also responded:

"For the great cause!"

The next moment, the young man in white raised his hand and shot out several silver needles, piercing Mangzi's head.

The last thing Mangzi saw was the kind-hearted face of Master Jinlong.

Bai Yu took a deep breath after looking at it.

Mangzi died a month ago!

The murderer of Mangzi chatted and laughed with Master Jinlong and killed people in front of him.

Even though Bai Yu was thinking calmly, he couldn't help but relax his hands, and the suona was suddenly a little out of tune.

Master Jinlong turned back in surprise:

"What happened to the little benefactor?"

Bai Yu took a breath and said:

"Master, Brother Mang and I have been friends for a long time. Seeing him like this makes me really sad."

"Oh, if I had known earlier, I would have stopped him and prevented him from wandering around in the world."

Master Jinlong still looked kind and kind, and said:

"Donor, don't be too sad. Monks have already seen through life and death."

"Wang Mang, who has traveled all over the world, must have realized it a long time ago."

Bai Yu sighed, gathered his thoughts, and finished the ritual.

In the evening, Bai Yu asked tentatively:

"Master, according to the usual practice, our Yizhuang needs to put on the makeup and put on the shroud for our benefactor."

"Uncle Zhang originally did this. Brother Mang and I are familiar with each other, so let me do it."

Master Jinlong recited a Buddhist name:

"Amitabha, donor, my Buddhist Gate customs are somewhat different from ordinary people after all."

"Just leave things like changing the shroud to the coffin to my four useless disciples."

Bai Yu didn't force it, but he became more and more convinced that there was something wrong with this group of monks.

He cupped his hands and said:

"In this case, of course we follow the customs of the Buddhist Gate."

"What about the wake tonight?"

Master Jinlong said:

"There is no need to bother several donors. The poor monk and a few disciples can just chant sutras and pray for Mangzi."

Bai Yu naturally nodded in agreement.

At night, everyone in Yizhuang went back to their rooms to sleep.

The night gradually deepened.

Master Jinlong and his two disciples surrounded Mangzi and kept reciting scriptures.

After midnight, a monk fell from the beam.

"Master, they are all fast asleep."

Master Jinlong suddenly opened his eyes, and his original kind and kind eyes were gone, replaced by a fierce face.

"Jueming, haven't you been discovered?"

The monk named Jueming hurriedly replied:

"Master, please don't worry. We have found out everything. There are only two Martial Artists with the highest cultivation level in Yi Zhuang, one Second Grade and one Third Grade. There is nothing to worry about."

Master Jinlong said coldly:

"Act as planned!"