National Magician: I Am The Only Immortal Cultivator

"Master Qingshui has really troubled you this time. Before his death, my father specifically told him to ask you people from Lingyun Temple to come and rescue him after his death."

Apologetically, the middle-aged man said to the two monks in front of him that he knew the rules of Lingyun Temple, that no money was charged for the funeral, and all he needed was a fast meal.

So they don't ask for help from the monks of Lingyun Temple if they can. There is no way.

Even the people in Tianyun County and several nearby counties in ten miles and eight villages respect Lingyun Temple very much, which shows how strong Lingyun Temple's prestige in this area of ​​the Eastern Region is.

"Amitabha, doing good deeds is what we monks should do."

Qing Shui showed a kind smile, and then brought Wan Tianle to the coffin at the highest position of the funeral.

Inside the coffin, an old man who looked seventy or eighty years old was lying quietly inside. He didn't look like he was dead, but fell into a beautiful dreamland.

Qing Shui stretched out a hand to hold the cold hand of the old man, closed his eyes tightly, and read the Ksitigarbha Sutra from his mouth.

His voice was very low, but it was extremely ethereal and loud, and a charm emanated from him.

Wan Tianle didn't know how to recite scriptures, so she could only close her eyes and put her hands together, imitating Monk Qingshui standing in front of the coffin and bending slightly.

It didn't take long for the salvation to take place, and after a while, Shimizu withdrew his hand and opened his eyes and said, "Amitabha."

After the passing ceremony is over, the suona class will play.

Wan Tianle and Qing Shui were invited to serve the table. Only the two of them ate this table, and it was a typical vegetarian meal without any meat.

I thought the following things would be completed smoothly, but I didn't expect that something went wrong with the Suona class.

"You don't know how to play Bai Niao Chao Feng? Didn't you say that you didn't give up practicing suona when you were working outside?!"

The 60-year-old man in the suona class was full of anger and hit his apprentice in front of him with a walking stick.

The apprentice was in his thirties, and he looked a bit simple and honest. He held a suona in his hand and was beaten by his master repeatedly begging for mercy.

"Master, don't you know that now big cities don't care about things like suona, and they can't make any money at all. It's better to go to the construction site to move bricks and dust to make more money. I have to support my family."

"You! You! Then tell me what to do, but if I don't have tuberculosis, the matter of blowing birds and phoenixes to the old village chief can fall on you?!"

"Oh, master, isn't it just a suona song, I can't play a hundred birds facing the phoenix, but it doesn't mean I can't play other songs."

"You know what! The old village chief saved the whole village back then. If it weren't for the old village chief, even I would have died back then. If he couldn't even play a song at his funeral, then who else could Have this qualification!"

The old suona craftsman's face was flushed with anger, and Wan Tianle was afraid that he would not come up in the next moment and give them extra work on the spot.

Turning his head to look at Monk Qingshui, the other party nodded slightly to him.

Wan Tianle stood up, walked in front of the old suona maker in a coarse cassock, and said, "Amitabha, the little monk of Bainiaochaofeng can play, why don't you let me add the highest honor to this funeral."

"ah?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, monk playing suona? What kind of job is this?

Before everyone could react, Wan Tianle took out the suona that he often played from the storage ring.

Seeing this situation, the old suona craftsman dared not neglect and hurriedly asked the team to play along.

When the suona sounded, Xiaoyi fell to his knees.

Many people who had been favored by the old village head were crying at this moment, which was heart-piercing.

The village fell into a moment of sadness amidst the suona sound.

Qing Shui smiled as he looked at Wan Tianle, who was playing vigorously with the suona.

"At the beginning, although his suona sound was very pleasant, without any flaws, it lacked a trace of spirituality, but now it contains emotion and is no longer rigid. Abbot, it seems that Tianle has realized it."

A smile appeared on Qing Shui's face, as if thinking of something from the past.

....

At night, the four of Ye Feng slept soundly, while Han Yi's snoring was still earth-shattering.

Li Mubai and Wan Tianle both had the same dream amidst the snoring, they dreamed that they seemed to be feeding cows in a pasture, and there were loud cows mooing everywhere.

Whoosh!

Ye Feng, who was soundly sleeping, was woken up by a stone flying in through the window.

"Forehead?"

Ye Feng got up in a daze, what hit him?

Could it be a mosquito?

Are the mosquitoes so powerful now?

Before Ye Feng could react, another stone roared and hit the back of his head.

Looking at the stones falling on the bed, he immediately understood that someone was looking for him!

His grandma, who throws stones at himself at night.

Ye Feng stood up and went out, walking in the direction of the stone just now.

Soon he came to a forest, and before he could react, a familiar figure pounced on him.

Tai Chi!

Ye Feng skillfully performed a classic Taijiquan massage and palm attack, and pushed back the rushing Zi Ling.

"Why don't you just stay in the City of Hope and come to Lingyun Temple?"

Ye Feng looked at Zi Ling standing opposite him with some doubts and asked.

That's right, the person who came to look for Ye Feng was Zi Ling who hurried up the mountain to look for Ye Feng after arriving in Tianyun County in the middle of the night on the train.