Trafford’s Trading Club

"Here...here!"

After the handsome bald man dragged the two completely lifeless bodies out of the car, the driver started the speeding car without looking back, without even daring to take a second look in the rearview mirror, and ran out of the supercar's starting position. sound.

This is a cemetery in the southern suburbs of Huoyun...one-stop funeral service.

The furnace for burning corpses at night was obviously not in working condition, and the entire funeral home seemed extremely quiet at this time... The eaves were a habitat for crows.

"Amitabha."

The master dragged the two bodies, one in each hand, into the gate of the funeral home... The security guard guarding the door was eating the lunch box for dinner when he was startled.

"It's closed, please be early tomorrow!"

"Donor, your yin energy is too strong. Let the young monk recite Sister Guanyin's Heart Sutra for you."

The security master was startled, chewing the rice in his mouth subconsciously, and then saw the handsome bald man reaching into his cassock and taking out a large rectangular box, which he placed directly on the table.

It looks like an antique video recorder...the kind that trendy men of a certain era liked to carry on the streets.

clatter.

The handsome bald boy pressed the button, and then a stream of Sanskrit music was released from the cassette.

——【南无南无南无南无南无……】

"You..." The security master managed to avoid choking to death on a mouthful of white rice.

"Donor, are you touched?" The handsome bald man clasped his hands together, tears brewing in the corners of his eyes, "This is the demo of the brand new Guanyin Heart Sutra that the young monk worked very hard to get from Sister Concept. This is the only one box!"

"What's going on with your bald head!" The security guard couldn't help but slap his chopsticks on the table, "Can you understand what people are saying? I said this place is closed, please come early tomorrow! If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude!"

Bang.

The handsome bald boy took out a rolling pin from his cassock and hit the security guard on the head, knocking him unconscious.

"Listen slowly."

The handsome bald boy directly adjusted the external sound of the video recorder to the maximum level. Then, as if he was satisfied, he continued to hold the two black and white wanderers, looked at the location map, and walked to the cremation room.

——【南无南无南无南无南无……】

In the dark corridor leading to the cremation room, the sound of Sanskrit sounds sounded like the lamentation of hell.

In the cremation room, in order to ensure the temperature of the furnace, the furnace would not be extinguished... but it was not turned on. However, the bald boy was seen skillfully turning on the furnace, and then placed the bodies of the two wandering gods in front of the furnace mouth.

If he didn't throw it in, the master would chant sutras to save him.

I saw a spiritual guan spread out from the back of the bald boy's head, and strings of golden sutras began to appear along with the bald boy's singing.

The entire funeral parlor seemed to be covered in spiritual light at this time... The sound of the scriptures gradually drifted away.

Suddenly, an old figure walked in front of the door of the funeral home... an old man - Uncle De, the administrator of Huoyun Nanjiao Cemetery... the tombkeeper.

Behind Uncle De, there was a little girl who was gradually becoming transparent.

"I worked so hard...Dad..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here..." A gloomy look flashed in Uncle De's eyes, "Come on, listen to daddy and go back to the tomb first. I'll be back with you soon."

"I'm sorry, Dad... I, I really can't bear it." The little girl groaned in pain a few times, then turned into a wisp of smoke and quickly floated into a stone tablet halfway up the hillside in the cemetery area.

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In the lobby of the funeral home, Uncle De frowned... and pressed his finger on the tape recorder that made a harsh sound.

He glanced at the security guard lying on the table and realized that he was just unconscious, so his expression relaxed a little... This at least proved that the guys who invaded the cemetery were not killing innocent people indiscriminately.

"It seems that he went to the crematorium..." Uncle De couldn't help but wonder, "Who is he?"

But soon, the doubts in my heart were answered.

As the administrator of the cemetery, Uncle De was very familiar with the funeral parlor supporting the cemetery... Within a few minutes, Uncle De had already seen the handsome bald boy who was reciting scriptures.

In the cremation room, the furnace for burning corpses was burning vigorously, but the handsome bald man noticed someone approaching, so he stopped reciting the scriptures and opened his eyes...brightly.

"No matter who you are, please stop chanting such horrible things." Uncle De took a deep breath, "Not every soul wants to be saved."

"People have their own place to go, and their souls have their own place to go." The handsome bald man said softly at this time: "Donor, you are burdened with evil and have suffered enough in the world of mortals. Don't you understand...you have to learn to let go. "

"Who are you!" Uncle De was shocked.

Because he discovered a terrible thing, that is, there were two guys, one black and one white, lying on the ground. As someone who violated the major league taboo and raised a kid in private, Uncle De knew very well what these clothes represented.

The wandering gods on duty in the [Ninth Prison]...and there are two wandering gods who have died of anger!

How did they die?

Killed by this bald monk?

Did he come from the [Pure Land]...or was he just a wild monk who practiced voluntarily in the alliance?

"Young monk, there are three burials in the Pure Land Temple of the Tang Dynasty in the East." The handsome bald man clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, what do you think?"

Uncle De frowned subconsciously, "What are you considering?"

"How about letting the young monk help you purify the evil obstacles on your body." The handsome bald man's voice was particularly sincere, "Humans and ghosts have different paths. Keeping it by your side will only continue to consume your yang energy, the donor, and make you older. Return to the West as soon as possible."

"Did you kill them?" Uncle De asked with a gloomy and gentle expression.

The bald handsome boy looked down at the two guys, one black and one white, and shook his head slightly, then nodded slightly - but didn't say anything.

"Hmph." Uncle De took a deep breath, "Since you dare to kill them, you must know their identities and know what they will face next... Today, I can't take the responsibility for your sneaking into the cemetery. I know, but please leave quickly, I don’t want to cause trouble.”

"Donor, you don't have long to live." The handsome bald man sighed, "You only have ten or eight years of vitality left. What can you do?"

Uncle De's expression changed slightly... How could he not know that his body was getting worse day by day? But as long as you can keep your daughter's ghost by your side, what's the point of losing all your life?

Perhaps, this is the price that allows Wenwen to transform into a ghost cultivator.

But no one could shake his decision to exchange his life for his daughter's existence.

"Please leave." Uncle De took a deep breath, "Let me say it again, not all souls are willing to be saved, and not everyone is willing to watch their loved ones leave."

"Donor, it's not advisable to be self-motivated." The handsome bald man sighed.

Uncle De immediately sneered: "Don't you have any parents? Did you get it from a rock?"

"The little monk has been without a father or a mother since he was a child, and was abandoned and drifted on the river." The handsome bald boy shook his head, and then walked slowly towards Uncle De: "There is no way to have the best of both worlds in this world, donor... let the little monk help you."

Uncle De instantly felt unprecedented pressure... He didn't know the depth of this bald monk, but it was obviously beyond his understanding.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Uncle De made a certain decision in his mind.

He stretched his hand over his face, and instantly a wolf-head mask covered his face, and the aura on Uncle De's body expanded crazily.

"Such an evil thing." The handsome bald man's eyes narrowed, "A great evil."

But Uncle De, who has put on the [Wolf God Mask] again, is exuding a terrible violent energy at this time... The violent energy is the source of the power of this mask, but since the last time it was killed by the mysterious After [Celestial Master] Mr. Luo touched him, the mask's anger was cleared.

It's just that [Wolf God Mask], as one of the forbidden tools, seems to be the source of hostility. The hostility that has been cleared will breed again soon - but as long as Uncle De no longer uses it frequently, he can keep himself. wide awake.

But at this time, facing the mysterious bald monk, Uncle De had to put on the mask again that brought him endless pain and regret.

It was it that destroyed his family... but it was also the one that gave him the power to protect his daughter.

Like an ancient hungry wolf, roaring under the moonlit night, the air vibrated, and Uncle De's shriveled body instantly filled up and became extremely strong.

claw!

The hand that turned into a sharp claw directly scratched the body of the bald boy... The bald boy waved his arm and swept the sleeves of his cassock, but the sleeves were torn directly.

"It's time to patch it up again!" The handsome bald boy sighed immediately, "This is the only one I have, and I can't even bear to wear it when I go to a banquet on weekdays... eh."

But Uncle De was already crazy at this time, his hands turned into giant claws, and they kept tearing apart.

At this moment, the handsome bald boy quickly turned his arms, and the wide sleeves of his cassock circled in front of Uncle De, and actually wrapped Uncle De's hands tightly.

"What?" Uncle De was shocked.

"Three Views Correction Fist." The bald handsome boy punched out directly, hitting the [Wolf God Mask].

boom--! !

Uncle De flew out instantly and hit the wall hard... The [Wolf God Mask] was actually covered with cracks, and it automatically fell from Uncle De's face, and then turned into a wave of The gray energy penetrated into Uncle De's body.

He spat out, his eyes more horrified.

"It was actually able to block the young monk's Three Views Correction Fist." The handsome bald boy was a little surprised. "The young monk felt a familiar smell on it... Donor, let the young monk take a closer look."

After that, the handsome bald boy stepped across the distance with the sole of his foot and came directly to Uncle De, "Donor, you'd better not keep such evil things."

But when he saw the handsome bald boy reaching for his head, Uncle De was shocked.

"Don't hurt my dad!"

However, a wisp of green smoke emerged from the floor and transformed into a little girl wearing a dress... The little girl's face was pale at this time, and a ghost cultivator's unique mental power instantly drove the objects in the crematorium to move quickly. The ground hit the handsome bald guy.

It was just too weak. The handsome bald man picked up the items one by one and then arranged them, "Little female donor, it is wrong to throw things away. How can you do such a thing?"

"Dad, let's go!" The little girl quickly helped Uncle De up, and at the same time, she used her greatest strength to break a pillar and press it against the handsome bald boy.

The handsome bald boy caught it with one hand, looked at the little girl who was helping Uncle De up, and said coldly: "Little female donor, if you continue to stay, will you kill him?"

"What..." the little girl was startled, "Wenwen, Wenwen will kill... daddy?"

"Wenwen, don't listen to this monster monk's nonsense!" Uncle De endured the pain and gritted his teeth and said: "He is a bad guy and he came to break us up!"

The bald handsome boy said: "Little female donor, haven't you noticed that your father's breath is getting worse and worse. He might have been able to take three punches from me in the past, but now he can only take two punches at most!"

The little girl looked at Uncle De subconsciously.

"Don't listen to him!" Uncle De looked anxious and furious, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Dad! Dad!" The little girl was anxious, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Uncle De wanted to say something, but at this moment he could only fall to the ground and directly began to adjust his breath... If this injury was not treated, he might not have to wait ten or eight years. He would have to explain it here tonight... Internal injuries, extremely serious!

——【南无南无南无南无南无……】

However, he saw the handsome bald boy sitting cross-legged on the ground at this time, chanting something, and the light in the back of his head changed, filling the entire space of the corpse-burning room.

The spiritual light shone, and bursts of green smoke came out of the little girl's body, as if she was being burned, and she fell to the ground in pain.

Uncle De's eyes shed tears instantly, and he gritted his teeth, "No matter who you are... If you are even poorer than me, I will chase you to the end of the world!"

He stood up angrily, completely ignoring the internal injuries on his body, and even summoned the broken mask again... The mask full of cracks required more sources of power.

The host is its best source of power.

"Wolf God!"

A huge roar vibrated.

At this moment, Uncle De seemed to have completely transformed into an ancient giant wolf.

boom--! !

The handsome bald boy sat still, but the rolling pin slipped out of his sleeve strangely, and even hit Uncle De's mask strangely... Uncle De was knocked to the ground again, and the mask was shattered again.

But this time, no matter how Uncle De called him, [Wolf God Mask] had no response, as if it was asleep.

"This is how it feels." The handsome bald man muttered to himself at this time, "From Donor Luo's house..."

"Wenwen!"

A shrill voice sounded.

Uncle De collapsed on the ground and stretched out his palms weakly towards the little girl not far away... The little girl's body was almost transparent, as if she was about to disappear.

"Please, let her go! I thought you were acting like a bull and a horse! You can do whatever you want... Please!"

He could only slam his head against the floor... and hit the handsome bald boy with bloody bangs on his head.

"The world..." the handsome bald man sighed, "are always so ignorant."

The handsome bald boy slowly closed his eyes, and the scriptures he was reciting in his mouth turned into reality as if in a trance. A string of golden scriptures instantly wrapped around the little girl... a masterpiece of inspiration.

"Dad, you have to take care of yourself... Wenwen, we have to leave..."

"no--!!!!"

The spiritual light disappeared, and in the cremation room, only the light of the burning furnace fire flickered.

Everything seemed particularly quiet.

"Wenwen..." Uncle De's eyes instantly lost all luster, and he stared blankly at the place where the spiritual light disappeared, "There is nothing...no more...no more...Give Wenwen back to me...Give me back!" !!!"

He grabbed the floor with one hand, exerted force, dragged his body, and crawled towards the bald handsome boy with all his strength. He climbed all the way to the bald handsome boy, and his bloody hand directly grabbed the white cassock, "Give it back to me!!! "

His fists hit the handsome bald guy crazily.

But the handsome bald boy did not dodge or hide, and allowed himself to be bombarded by fists without any protection... The fists hit the flesh, and a wisp of blood actually overflowed from the handsome bald boy's mouth.

"Give it back to me..." Gradually becoming weak, Uncle De lowered his hand and said angrily: "Kill me..."

"Donor, are you hungry?" the handsome bald boy suddenly asked, "Little monk, there is another steamed bun here."

"Go away!" Uncle De roughly slapped the bald boy's hand away.

The white steamed buns were rolling on the ground.

Uncle De sat on the ground blankly, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, as if he was recalling his life. For a long time... Uncle De laughed again. He raised his palm, and with the last bit of strength, he moved towards himself. slapped his forehead.

"Dad! No!"

Uncle De's palms froze, and he opened his eyes in disbelief, only to see a spiritual light scattering down... The spiritual light filled the ceiling of the corpse-burning room, like white clouds and blue sky in the spiritual light.

In the spiritual light, the little girl's body gradually gathered... and finally she had a solid body and slowly landed.

"Wenwen... Wenwen!" Uncle De stood up in disbelief, "I'm not... dreaming... not a dream?"

"Dad, don't hurt yourself." The little girl landed and immediately grabbed Uncle De's hand, "I...I seem to be fine."

"How could this happen..." Uncle De opened his mouth, but subconsciously looked at the handsome bald boy.

"After all, ghost cultivation is not the right path. If you harm others and yourself, it's better to be a ghost fairy. After all, with the word "fairy", you are guaranteed to be safe." At this time, the handsome bald guy shook his cassock and got up, as if As if talking to himself.

"You..." Uncle De shook his lips.

The handsome bald boy walked to the place where the steamed bun had fallen, picked it up, blew on it, wiped it, and then took a bite.

He looked at Uncle De, showed a smile and said: "Next time, don't waste food, donor."

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The crematorium was burning vigorously, and the corpses of the two wandering gods had been burned in the furnace until only ashes were left.

Uncle De looked at the monk in silence. He wanted to speak many times but hesitated.

"Although he became a ghost fairy, it seems that this child still can't leave this cemetery." The bald handsome boy suddenly said at this time: "Among the people I know who can do such a thing, it seems that the only person I know is Donor Luo."

"You...you know Master Luo Tian?" Uncle De said subconsciously.

The handsome bald man said calmly: "Donor, as long as you live long enough, you will definitely meet many, many people."

Uncle De once again hesitated to speak... but finally chose to remain silent.

Master Luo Tian was regarded as a great benefactor by Uncle De. It was he who gave Wenwen the opportunity to transform... As for the bald handsome boy, he turned Wenwen into a ghost fairy, a higher-level existence, more inclined to Yu【Ling】.

Both were his great benefactors.

"Master Three Burials, I will not tell anyone about the two wandering gods you killed." Uncle De took a deep breath and said seriously: "No one has been here today."

"Don't take it too seriously." The handsome bald man said casually: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Killing means not killing. Not killing means killing. The sooner you die, the sooner you will be reborn, Amitabha."

No matter how.

Uncle De shook his head, he just planned to keep this secret.

…

Before leaving, the handsome bald boy also took away the tape recorder in the lobby of the funeral home, saying that the cassette inside was a treasure and could not be lost.

Uncle De looked at the white shadow gradually disappearing into the night, feeling quite melancholy... But the matter was not over yet. After all, two wandering gods on duty had died. He needed to clear up all the clues before he could cover up this matter. matter.

As for how to do it, Uncle De had his own way... After all, he had used forbidden techniques before and forcibly retained Wenwen's soul under the nose of the [Ninth Hell].

"Dad, Wenwen is hungry!"

"Let's go, I'll burn incense for you." Uncle De smiled slightly: "Let's burn thirty sticks of incense tonight."

"I'm going to be so fat!" The little girl stuck out her tongue.

A flying motorcycle slowly landed in front of the funeral home... and a man stepped out of the car.

Seeing this, Wenwen quickly disappeared.

Uncle De frowned - he was in very bad health at the moment, and any third- or fourth-rate guy could...

——Could it be that the people from [Ninth Prison] were found so quickly?

…

The helmet was taken off, and a young man got off the flying motorcycle. At this time, he looked around curiously, and then walked quickly towards Uncle De.

Uncle De had a gloomy face.

Then he saw the young man approaching, opened his mouth, as if he was frightened by Uncle De's face that was so repulsive to others, and said sarcastically: "Hello, old man... Excuse me, is there a person named Lin Youde here? ?”

Uncle De's face became more gloomy, and he said coldly: "Who are you, and what do you want from Lin Youde?"

The young man said: "That's it, my name is Lin Feng, and my father's name is Lin Youfeng..."

This young man is...SIR Xiaolin!

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"...and an uncle?"

"It was many years ago." After lunch, Lin's father suddenly called his son into the study room and said sincerely: "Your uncle Youde was a martial arts fanatic. When he was young, he went around looking for people to challenge him. As a result, His family has been destroyed, and now he is alone and alone in a cemetery in the southern suburbs."

Son Lin: "Why have I never heard you talk about..."

Son Lin suddenly remembered something, that is, during the Wu Clan era, the Great Immortal once asked him if he knew a person named [Lin Youde]... It seems that this [Lin Youde] is not a simple name that can be mentioned by the Great Immortal. ?

"I haven't mentioned old things to you because the more I don't mention them, the less I want to mention them." Dad Lin said: "Aren't you going to [Kunlun] soon? When you were young, Uncle Youde I have also been in [Kunlun] before, you should go see him and say hello, maybe I can help you in some way."

"What kind of person is he?" Lin's son asked subconsciously.

"A genius who once defeated the Young Emperor of [Kunlun] Holy Land when he was young!"