Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 56: When the sword comes, the Heavenly Master arrives! When the sword returns, the Heavenly Master passes away!

Mountain top in the distance.

An held black umbrella and a mysterious black trench coat seemed to blend in with the cloudy, dark and depressing sky background.

Zhang Ye held a telescope in his hand and stared expressionlessly at what was happening in the distance in front of the gate of Changsheng Temple.

The twenty Taoist priests, the purple-robed Taoist, and the white crane were all things Zhang Ye had prepared and purchased in the last wish app before Mr. An passed away.

It was used at the funeral today.

Even, Zhang Ye not only prepared these, to be precise, these are just appetizers, the real main course is yet to come.

But when he looked at the top of the mountain, whether it was the villagers or the two men in black uniforms, their expressions were reflected.

Zhang Ye knew that his goal had been achieved.

The high-level plan of appearing as a saint in front of people that I arranged for Mr. An has achieved extremely remarkable results.

But if this alone is not enough, if this is all, it means that Zhang Ye's planning ability is too weak and his system ability is too poor.

The real climax of this funeral has yet to come.

But now, the climax has not really arrived yet, it is just an appetizer, and these people are already a little shocked.

If the funeral reached a real climax, wouldn't these people be stunned in place?

"It's about to start." Zhang Ye murmured "nine two three".

Then, he turned his attention to the Temple of Immortality and the coffin inside.

"Old man, if you have a spirit in heaven, just look at everything I have prepared for you. I believe this funeral will definitely satisfy you and will definitely comfort your spirit in heaven.

Zhang Ye took a deep breath, looked at the sky, raised the corners of his mouth, and showed a smile.

"Mr. An, have a good trip."

"This time, let those six children cook noodles for you."

Immortality Temple, in front of the mountain gate.

"What is that thing hanging in the mouth of the white crane? Why does it seem to be... glowing with golden light?" A villager looked at the white crane hovering in the sky, curious and surprised.

"What's hanging from Bai He's mouth? Where is it... I saw it! Damn it, what is that!"

"It's still glowing... What on earth is that?"

"No, the distance is too far, and it's still in the air... This, this can't be seen clearly..."

"But why doesn't the white crane fall down? Why does it keep flying in the air? There is still something hanging in its mouth... What on earth is going on. 1"

"I don't know about this, but what is certain is that Bai He must be up to something!"

"You...you talk nonsense all day long!"

"Be good, I really had a knife in my butt today - my eyes were opened...I saw all kinds of weird things."

"That seems to be... Oops, my neck factory

At this moment, the villagers' attention is all in the sky, the white crane that has been hovering over the Changsheng Temple, and the thing hanging in the mouth of the white crane.

At the same time, they all raised their heads and followed the circling crane intently, twisting their necks.

From time to time, someone made an ouch sound, and a crisp sound came from the neck...

aside.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu were also attracted by this scene.

The purple-clothed Taoist shouted loudly, and the white crane appeared. There was something glowing with golden light hanging in the white crane's mouth. Although it was far away and the sky was a little dim, it was impossible to see what it was.

But this scene is still a bit curious and surprising.

"This... this is interesting. What does Bai He want to do?" Zhao Haizhu looked at it with interest. He almost forgot that he was here to investigate today, not to see the scenery at the funeral.

Wang Hai sighed speechlessly. He had completely given up on his partner.

It's hopeless, so be it, let him fend for himself, that's fine.

Lifting the phone in his hand, the camera was facing the white crane hovering in the sky.

"Mr. Fang, take a look..." Wang Hai looked at the motionless Fang Zheng on the screen of his mobile phone and asked in confusion.

At this time, Fang Zheng on the phone screen moved, his expression became more solemn.

Seeing this, Wang Hai breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Fang, this white crane has something hanging in its mouth, and it keeps hovering. This... this funeral..."

Before Wang Hai finished speaking, Fang Zheng waved his hand: "You don't need to tell me, I can see it."

"No... Mr. Fang, what I mean is..." Wang Hai said again.

But before he could finish speaking, Fang Zheng interrupted directly: "Just wait and see what happens. If it is controlled by someone, there must be flaws, or there may be no flaws at all.

Fang Zheng knew what Wang Hai wanted to say. When this kid raised his hips, Fang Zheng knew what he wanted to do.

Then, Fang Zheng added in a faint tone: "Can you understand?"

Wang Hai was speechless for a moment. After a moment, he said helplessly: "I understand, sir."

There are flaws or no flaws at all, which can prove that someone manipulated this funeral.

If something is too perfect or goes too smoothly, something is wrong.

When things go wrong, there will be monsters, and when things go as usual, there will be monsters.

Especially the funeral, which is the last major event in life, is also a ceremony to pay homage to the Heavenly Master.

The most important thing is that this is not a Taoist altar, but a funeral held in front of the Temple of Immortality, the mountain gate.

Certainly not everything can be perfect, everything can go smoothly, there will always be flaws, and there will definitely be flaws.

Wang Hai understands this truth very well.

What made him uncomfortable was Mr. Fang's attitude towards him.

I'm so angry with the king, I really didn't leave any chance to myself.

If he stood here with Mr. Fang, he would have to ask Mr. Fang if he still had a chance to work.

When he thought of this, Wang Hai shivered and subconsciously glanced at Fang Zheng on the phone screen.

Seeing that Fang Zheng's attention was on Bai He, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the field.

White cranes hovered in the sky, and the entire Temple of Immortality was shrouded in shadow.

Taoist Qingxu, who was standing in front of the gate of Changsheng Temple, looked at the white crane in the sky, and then moved his eyes downward to look at the coffins placed in the Temple of Changsheng and the pit that had been dug in the center of the small courtyard of Changsheng Temple. .

There is Anpingjie's coffin, the resting place.

"Farewell to Master An Tian."

"Buried in a coffin!"

Taoist Qingxu shouted in a deep voice [There was a Taoist rhyme in his tone.

The words just fell.

The four men who carried the coffin up the mountain and placed the coffin in the Temple of Immortality suddenly felt like tigers.

For some reason, these four men wanted to do things according to Taoist Qingxu's instructions from the bottom of their hearts.

At the same time, they also wanted to send Mr. Anping on his last journey.

Then, the four men bowed and saluted in front of Taoist Qingxu.

Take a step and walk into the Temple of Immortality.

The four people each stood at a corner of the coffin, lifted up the coffin with the Anping knot in it, and then slowly stepped forward until they came to the pit that had been dug.

Under the watchful eyes of the villagers and the three men from the National Security Bureau.

The four people separated on the left and right, carrying the coffin, and carefully placed the coffin into the pit.

After that, I used a shovel, a shovel, a shovel, to dig into the pit and manage it.

Brush brush brush——

There is silence all around, the wind stops, the trees are quiet, and the fallen leaves return to the earth.

The villagers held their breath and did not dare to take a breath. They just watched quietly as the four men threw the soil into the pit with shovel after shovel, and it was still on top of the coffin.

The whole process lasted several minutes.

Until the four men piled all the soil together, the originally flat courtyard of Changsheng Temple now had a small mound...

The small mound of earth stands in the very center of the small courtyard of the Changsheng Temple. It is the most central location of the Changsheng Temple, and its Feng Shui location is also excellent.

After the burial, the four men stepped out of the Temple of Immortality.

An Pingjie left in his suicide note his last wish to be buried in this temple of immortality. So far, the villagers have helped him fulfill it.

From now on, inside the Changsheng Temple is An Pingjie's cemetery, where he will rest forever in the future.

For a moment, a sense of sadness arose in the hearts of the villagers present. Even those villagers who had been quite dissatisfied with Anpingjie felt some pity at this time.

An Pingjie, a generation of heavenly masters, was buried so peacefully.

There is no such large-scale funeral ceremony in Taoism, and there are no tens of thousands of Taoists coming to worship, and countless people kowtow and shed tears of grief.

In some cases, a great mage presides over the ceremony, twenty Taoist priests come to worship, and villagers help with the burial, and that's it.

But at this moment, no villager doubted Anpingjie, let alone the authenticity of this funeral.

Because, in everyone's impression, An Pingjie has always been an extremely low-key person, and the villagers have never seen An Pingjie show off.

What's more, you can take the unification of Taoism and Dharma in the world as your own responsibility, and don't enjoy the honors and rights that come with the extremely high position of Celestial Master in Taoism. everything brought

He resolutely chose to go down the mountain alone to save all sentient beings and preach the Taoism, with the intention of unifying the Taoism in the world.

For such people, if the funeral is grand and ostentatious, it would be the greatest blasphemy and disrespect for the deceased.

Even Wang Hai, Zhao Haizhu, and Fang Zheng, the big boss and real boss of Guoan, didn't notice anything strange.

It is truly a pity that a generation of heavenly masters has passed away just like this.

Just at this time.

In the field, Taoist Qingxu saw that the "small mound" where An Pingjie was buried was built.

His eyes flashed and he took a step forward again.

At this point, after taking three steps, Taoist Qingxu came to the long table.

Just listen to him shouting in a deep voice: "Sword returns! Send it to the Heavenly Master!"

Taoist Qingxu's loud shout immediately shocked the hearts of everyone present and made their whole bodies tremble.

At that moment, everyone present raised their heads and looked directly at the Temple of Immortality, with shock and curiosity mixed in their eyes.

I saw the white crane that was always in the sky, after Taoist Qingxu gave a loud shout.

He stopped circling, came to the position directly above the courtyard of Changsheng Temple, raised his crane head, waved his wings, and flew straight into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a golden light appeared from the white crane's mouth and fell straight down the sky.

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Then, a high-pitched, melodious, and heart-shaking sound of a white crane resounded in the sky, reaching the ears of everyone present with incomparable clarity.

The "chirp" sound of the white crane seems to be choking in sorrow, praising, and regretting.

And where everyone can see it.

The golden light falling from Tian'er fell towards the Changsheng Courtyard.

Choking -

There was a clear sound, but it sounded like a heavy blow to everyone's heart.

Everyone will see you.

That golden light was inserted directly in front of the small mound where An Pingjie was buried.

The golden light dispersed.

It was a sword, shaped like raw copper, with a five-jointed hilt and a yellow Bagua sword tassel tied at the end. The sword body was faintly engraved with secret runes, as well as the sun, moon and stars, and the end of the sword body was also engraved with "Evil Slaying Sword" "Three words.

This sword fell from the sky and was inserted straight in front of Anpingjie's cemetery. The sword tassels were swaying in the wind, as if crying, joyful, and sad.

"When the sword comes, the Heavenly Master arrives!"

"The sword returns and the Heavenly Master dies!"

"The sword goes with the Heavenly Master, and the Tao Yun comes to this world!"