Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 58: The Heavenly Master stepped on the sword and flew up, leaving his famous name in the world!

Immortality Temple, in front of the mountain gate.

Wherever everyone's eyes can see.

Taoist Qingxu retracted his hand behind his back, held the fly whisk tightly, placed his left hand on top of his right hand, and bowed deeply to the mist rising from the Temple of Immortality.

I could only hear Taoist Qingxu shouting: "The auspicious time has come, open the Heavenly Gate!"

"Welcome to the heavenly master to ascend with his sword!"

The words fell.

The twenty Taoist priests standing behind him also imitated Taoist Qingxu's movements and bowed together in a very respectful manner.

They all shouted in unison: "Welcome the Heavenly Master to ascend with his sword!"

The loud shouts seemed to break through the sky, rush into the clouds, and resound throughout the world.

When everyone present heard this, they couldn't help but froze in place, looking at Taoist Qingxu and the twenty Taoist priests.

"Could it be that... I really want to ascend... Or should I ascend with my sword!"

"Ascension? Why don't you leave the surface of the blue star? Ascension is a lie. There is no such thing as ascension in this world."

"That is, the so-called ascension in Taoism should be similar to the way we say to the deceased after the funeral, rest in peace."

"But how do you explain the inexplicable fog that appears in the Temple of Immortality?"

"Does this need an explanation? It's a natural phenomenon, let's touch it.

"But what a coincidence... If you can keep up with this, could Mr. Shunzi really know some Taoist magic or something?"

"Spells... How dare you think about how there could be such a thing as a spell in this world."

The villagers kept talking and turned their heads, looking at Taoist Qingxu, the twenty Taoist priests, and the mist that only lingered in the Temple of Immortality.

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Zhao Haizhu looked at the fog, curious and novel: "This is really interesting. Whether it is a natural phenomenon or someone did it deliberately, the fog lingers around the Temple of Immortality."

The Taoist priests shouted to welcome the Heavenly Master to ascend with his sword. It really felt like that. It was a bit interesting, a bit interesting. "

Wang Hai glanced at Zhao Haizhu and rolled his eyes: "How about I throw you into the fog and you go and ascend too?"

He was now more awake. He had just been tapped by Fang Zheng, and his mushy brain suddenly became clear.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wang Hai didn't believe it and even wanted to roll his eyes after hearing Taoist Qingxu's request for the Heavenly Master to ascend.

How can there be ascension in this world? He even ascended with a sword.

If that sword could move, Wang Hai would stand on his head and pull the house!

They are not living in a fantasy world, they are in the real world, an extremely real world.

Ascension and other things are just for fooling children and religious people.

He, Wang Haicai, doesn't believe these things, and it's impossible for him to believe them.

Like the villagers, Wang Hai also believes that ascension is just a Taoist practice. When holding a funeral for a big shot like "An Tianshi", they must not be said to have died.

Rather, I want to talk about ascension, which not only sounds better, but also has some positive influence on some Taoist believers.

If you believe in ascending, then "Anpingjie" will definitely ascend.

If you don't believe in ascension, then "Anpingjie" is dead, that's all.

Everything depends on whether people believe it or not.

Logically speaking, it is such a simple thing.

"Mr. Fang, this funeral is about to end... Do you see anything? 1 Wang Hai asked carefully.

To be honest, he is still a little confused now and is in urgent need of Fang Zheng's guidance again.

On the phone screen, Fang Zheng did not speak, always frowning and silent.

Seeing no response, Wang Hai sighed secretly, raised his head and looked around.

At this moment.

"It's begun." Founder's majestic and dignified voice came from the mobile phone.

at the same time.

"Look at the center of the Immortality Temple! The fog there seems to...seem to be gathered together...then...what is that""!"

A villager pointed to the lingering white mist lingering in the Temple of Immortality.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned to the direction of the Immortality View with curiosity.

I saw countless white mist slowly converging towards one place in the center of the Changshengguan courtyard and above Anpingjie's tomb.

Under the gaze of everyone, a long, sword-shaped shadow appeared, hanging above the tomb.

But the sword-shaped shadow was not clear. Against the backdrop of the white mist, it looked particularly hazy and illusory, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Then...what is that?"

"That's... a sword? It looks like a sword..."

"It's hard to see clearly... Where is the sword?"

"Look at the place in the middle, which is probably where Mr. Shunzi is buried. It looks like there is a sword floating in the air!"

"It really does! This... this sword is very similar to that evil-slaying sword!"

"Oh, it's really amazing! It's so magical. First it was foggy, and then I saw the shadow of the evil-slaying sword in the fog. This is so amazing, it's a natural phenomenon!"

"Mr. Shunzi is such a god! These strange phenomena can appear after he is buried. He is indeed not an ordinary person!"

"Of course, Mr. Shunzi is a heavenly master! A Taoist heavenly master!"

The scene that appeared was very surprising and also very hotly discussed.

After all, the series of things that have happened since Anpingjie was buried until now are full of magical colors, as if someone had used magic to create all this, making them even have the idea that Anpingjie is not an ordinary person, so what must he be? The gods were reincarnated, and visions appeared after death.

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Zhao Haizhu squinted his eyes and looked curiously at the shadow that looked like a sword in the Temple of Immortality: "This...that is that sword! This shape must be the evil-killing sword!"

"This old man can't really know any magic, can he?" Zhao Haizhu exclaimed.

Although he couldn't see clearly what it was, he could only tell that it looked like a sword, but the sword was always looming.

But Zhao Haizhu still thinks this is very magical.

White mist is something that hardly gathers or disperses, and is basically shapeless. To be precise, it has no shape.

But now, a specific shape can actually be revealed. Although it looks hazy, it is not so real and feels a bit illusory.

But the more it is like this, the more it shows the magic or weirdness of this white mist.

Wang Hai, who was standing next to him, was stunned for a moment, looking at the vision that happened in the Temple of Immortality, frowning: "It does look like a sword."

"But it's all illusory no matter how you look at it, but... it's somewhat similar to the scenes that happened at the farewell ceremony for the heroes of the Xingfu City Military Region..."

"This old man...can't really know how to order anything..." Wang Hai was a little confused by his reasoning.

Why did he push it to this point? Now that he thinks about it, isn’t this a slap in the face?

As he spoke, Wang Hai glanced at Zhao Haizhu and felt a little relieved after seeing that the latter did not look at him and was paying attention to everything at the funeral.

Then, he turned to look at Fang Zheng on the phone screen and asked seriously: "Mr. Fang, do you think that is true or false?"

Fang Zheng stared into the Changsheng Temple, his expression still cold and solemn, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

To be honest, he now doesn't know how to explain the phenomenon of fog forming.

If we say that the giant white crane, the evil-killing sword, and the purple-robed Taoist can all use science to explain these things.

As for the fog forming, although it is possible that it may take shape depending on the weather, the surrounding environment, and some specific factors.

But generally speaking, it is unlikely.

Moreover, just like now, the white mist appears inexplicably in the Immortal Temple, and now, in the white mist, the phantom of the "Evil-Slaying Sword" vaguely appears.

No matter how you look at it, this is not a normal phenomenon.

Before the union, Taoist Qingxu led all the Taoist priests and shouted together, asking the Heavenly Master to ascend...

But ascension has always been just a saying in Taoism. No one has witnessed ascension with their own eyes, and no one can really fly away.

But today's funeral... a series of things happened.

In addition, what Fang Zheng heard before, what happened at the farewell ceremony for the heroes of Xingfu City Military Region...

"Keep reading, if I'm not wrong, there are other things going to happen next.

"Open your eyes wide and keep watching." Fang Zheng's tone was serious, and his expression was even more solemn.

Hear the words.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu were stunned and looked at Fang Zheng on the phone screen.

Mr. Fang seemed... to be really serious.

They had never seen Fang Zheng look so serious, and they had never seen Fang Zheng with such a dignified expression.

It's like, what's going to happen next may be beyond everyone's expectations, it may be beyond everyone's expectations.

But how did Fang always predict what would happen next?

Why are you so sure?

"The fog, the fog is starting to move again!"

At this moment.

Another exclamation sounded.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu immediately raised their heads, with confused and serious expressions, and followed the sound.

In the field.

As this exclamation sounded.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were all looking into the Changsheng Temple. Their expressions were filled with confusion and a little fear, and their eyes revealed disbelief.

When they saw what happened inside the Changsheng Temple, everyone was dumbfounded.

I saw.

In the small courtyard of Changshengguan, the sky is above An Pingjie's tomb.

A handful of mist gathered, like a sword-like mist, hanging in the air.

And on the sword body, wisps of mist gathered and condensed together.

At this moment, everyone present held their breath, not daring to take a breath, and stared blankly at the white mist gathering together.

The whole process lasted for half a minute.

Until the mist converged into a hazy and illusory figure.

The figure stood on the body of the fog sword, with his hands behind his back. His figure was slightly stooped, and his face that could not be seen clearly seemed to be smiling. He was facing the mountain gate of the Temple of Immortality and everyone.

The figure and the sword were looming in the white mist, like a dream. The mist seemed to have really condensed into the figure and the sword.

But I can't see clearly, sometimes it's there, sometimes it's not.

"...That...that's Mr. Shunzi...wu..."

"No...well, then, is that Mr. Shunzi? It doesn't look...like..."

"It's very similar...it really looks like Mr. Shunzi, he's the same height, fat and thin...it seems like he's still smiling at us."

"This, what is going on... Is this the soul of Mr. Shunzi..."

"Is this...is this ascension?"

"It's impossible...how...is it possible that there really is such a thing as ascension..."

"Then... how do you explain that phantom? That looks like Mr. Shunzi! He, he must be... he must be about to ascend!"

The villagers started talking, their voices full of astonishment, and the expressions on their faces were more and more surprised.

The appearance of the fog sword just now made the villagers think it was just a coincidence. After all, that sword

It is a long strip of fog.

Moreover, as long as someone says something like this, people will subconsciously make up what they see into what they say it looks like.

But this time it was completely different.

Those mist condensed (Qian Hao) into the figure of "Anping Jie", and the shadow of "Anping Jie" composed of fog was standing on top of the shadow of "Evil-Slaying Sword".

The body is hunched, looking at everyone with a smile...

And at the end of the farewell procession, the group of villagers who had previously complained about Anping's marriage to the old man and the funeral huddled in the corner.

They looked at the phantom standing on the sword in the Temple of Immortality, their eyes full of panic. Some people were no longer standing, but squatting on the ground trembling.

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"This...this is a bit inconsistent...isn't it in line with our common sense? Is this...is it consistent?" Zhao Haizhu pointed at the phantom and opened his mouth in surprise.

Wang Hai swallowed, opened his mouth, and said blankly: "No...it doesn't match! It definitely doesn't match...How the hell could there be an evil-slaying sword tied to Anping?" Figure! This

It’s impossible to show up!”

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu had just developed their own views on what Taoism calls ascension.

But now, they simultaneously saw the phantom queen appearing in the Temple of Immortality, standing on the sword, and being called by the villagers to look like Old Man Anpingjie.

The expressions of the two people gradually stiffened, and the curiosity in their eyes was gradually replaced by shock, until they were completely occupied.

Even Fang Zheng on the mobile phone screen was startled when he saw the phantom of "An Ping Jie". His originally calm expression instantly broke, his eyes widened, and his mouth couldn't help but

When you open it, you can fit two eggs into it.

In that case, I didn't expect such a situation to occur at all, nor did I expect that the phantom of "Anping knot" would appear.

And just when this figure appeared.

"The heaven and earth are natural, and the odor is dispersed. The cave is mysterious and luminous.

An ethereal and unreal sound sounded all around. .