Longevity Through the Path of Survival: Starting with Playing the Suona, Funeral Cultivation Begins

Bai Yu selected a straight peach branch and cut a three-foot white cloth.

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

Then he drew many runes such as the evil spirit talisman, the evil spirit talisman, and the ghost torture talisman.

While drawing the talisman, he also chanted the incantation.

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

Bai Yu took it to a mountain with a lot of evil spirits and shook it a few times, and the evil spirits there dissipated.

He collected the soul-suppressing banner and returned to the charity cemetery.

"Well, anyway, it's better to be prepared."

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

The middle volume of the Zhuyou Yin Fu Jing was almost learned, and Bai Yu mastered two more blood talismans.

Not anxious or impatient, the years are quiet.

But this tranquility was broken by one person.

That day, Bai Yu was on duty in the front hall.

A team of monks hurried over carrying a corpse.

The leading monk was fat and kind-looking, and turned out to be a fifth-rank warrior.

The four monks behind him, two third-rank and two fourth-rank, were all very powerful.

Strangely, each monk carried a large gourd on his back.

The fat monk smiled and clasped his hands together:

"Donor, my lay disciple died suddenly, and I came to borrow a treasure land to bury him. Please help me."

He kindly gave them one or two taels of silver.

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

"Master, please come in. If you need us to perform a ritual, just let us know."

Bai Yu just mentioned it casually, and most monks would perform rituals by themselves, and there was no need for the charity cemetery to perform rituals.

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

"Please arrange a ritual for my disciple and let him rest in peace."

Bai Yu didn't care and agreed.

However, when he saw the face of the corpse, he was stunned.

The corpse had blue skin and a painful look, but it looked strangely familiar.

It was Mangzi!

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

He once dreamed of traveling the world, but in the blink of an eye he was in a small black box.

This made Bai Yu sigh with emotion.

"Master, he was once our friend."

"Don't worry, I will definitely find a good place for him to be buried."

The monk put his hands together:

"The donor is really kind-hearted, and he will be blessed in the future."

Hearing that Mangzi had died, Uncle Jiu, Zhu Tong, and Old Zhang came over.

Old Zhang shook his head:

"This child doesn't listen to advice. It's not so easy to make a living in the world."

Several people took charge of the funeral for him.

Uncle Jiu accompanied the monk to talk.

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

It turned out that the monk was called Master Jinlong, and he was a man in the world.

Previously, he had fought with bandits and was seriously injured, but was saved by Mangzi.

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

As a result, Mangzi was still as reckless as ever. Just after learning something, he rushed into the bandit's nest alone, wanting to enforce justice and eliminate harm for the people, but he was killed.

Mangzi's recklessness eventually became a funeral.

Bai Yu finished playing a dirge.

Master Jinlong and several disciples also came to burn incense and pay tribute.

They all looked sad and lamented.

It seems that the relationship between the master and the disciples is quite deep.

At this time, Bai Yu looked at the Record of the Burial World.

[Funeral target: Wang Mang! ]

[Identity: A lay disciple of Jinlong Temple. ]

[Age: 19. ]

[Cultivation: Martial Arts Grade 3. ]

[Funeral participation: 51%. ]

[General rewards: Strength +12, Life Experience +110. 】

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

Bai Yu instinctively felt something was wrong.

The funeral rewards for Mangzi actually included things like Iron Corpse Skill and Yin Qi, which looked spooky.

Bai Yu remained calm and secretly checked the Burial World Record.

Through the Burial World Record, Bai Yu could check some scenes of Mangzi's life.

Mangzi did save Master Jinlong.

Then Master Jinlong also taught him several powerful skills and urged him to practice.

In the past two or three years outside, Mangzi only had the memory of cultivation, and nothing else.

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 ready?"

The Golden Dragon Master nodded:

"There is only one step left."

The young man in white said in a leisurely voice:

"Fear is the best tonic."

"For the great cause!"

The Golden Dragon Master also responded:

"For the great cause!"

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

The last thing Mangzi saw was the kind face of the Golden Dragon Master.

Bai Yu took a breath of cold air in secret.

Mangzi died a month ago!

The murderer who killed Mangzi was chatting and laughing with the Golden Dragon Master, and killed people in front of him.

Even though Bai Yu was calm, he couldn't help but slow down his hands, and the suona suddenly went out of tune.

The Golden Dragon Master looked back in surprise:

"What happened to the little donor?"

Bai Yu took a breath and said:

"Master, Brother Mang and I are also old friends. Seeing him like this, I am really sad."

"Alas, I should have stopped him from going out to the world."

Master Jinlong still looked kind and said:

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

"Wang Mang has been in the world, and he must have been enlightened."

Bai Yu sighed, gathered his mind, and finished a ritual.

At night, Bai Yu asked tentatively:

"Master, according to convention, our charity cemetery should bury the guest's makeup and change into funeral clothes."

"Originally, this was done by Zhang Bo. I am familiar with Brother Mang, so let me do it."

Master Jinlong chanted a Buddhist name:

"Amitabha, donor, my Buddhist customs are somewhat different from those of ordinary people."

"Leave the matters of changing the funeral clothes and putting them into the coffin to my four useless disciples."

Bai Yu did not force it, but he was more and more convinced that this group of monks was up to something.

He bowed and said:

"In this case, of course we will follow the customs of Buddhism."

"Then will we keep vigil tonight?"

Then Jinlong said:

"No need to bother you donors, I and my disciples can just chant sutras and pray for Mangzi."

Bai Yu nodded naturally.

At night, everyone in the charity cemetery went back to their rooms to sleep.

The night gradually deepened.

Then Jinlong brought two disciples and surrounded Mangzi and kept chanting sutras.

After midnight, a monk fell from the beam.

"Master, they are all asleep."

The original kind face of Jinlong suddenly opened his eyes, and his face was replaced by a fierce face.

"Jueming, you haven't been discovered, right?"

The monk named Jueming hurriedly replied:

"Master, please rest assured, we have found out everything. The highest cultivation in this charity cemetery is two warriors, one second-grade and one third-grade, and there is nothing to worry about."

The Jinlong said coldly:

"Act according to the original plan!"