Changsheng Goudao: Playing suona at the beginning, sending off Xiuxian

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 flying dragon and the walking phoenix, and painted the evil spirit talisman, the evil spirit talisman, the ghost torture talisman, etc.

While drawing the talisman, he also chanted the incantation in his mouth.

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

Bai Yu took it to a mountain with a lot of evil spirits, 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.

Don't be 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 group of monks came hurriedly carrying a corpse.

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

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

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. Generally, monks can perform a ritual by themselves, so there is no need for the charity cemetery to perform a ritual.

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

"Please arrange a ritual for my disciple so that he can 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 familiar.

It was Mangzi!

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

He once dreamed of traveling around 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 folded his hands:

"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 turns out that this great monk is called Master Jinlong, and he is a man of the world.

He had fought with the bandits before 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. As soon as he had learned 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 Three. ]

[Funeral Participation: 51%. ]

[General Rewards: Strength +12, Life Experience +110. ]

[Optional Rewards: Iron Corpse Skill, Dragon Power, Arhat Fist, Golden Bell Cover, Yin Qi +3, Qi and Blood +45...]

Bai Yu instinctively felt something was wrong.

The funeral rewards for Mang Zi 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 of Mang Zi's scenes before his death.

Mang Zi did save Master Jin Long.

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

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

The last scene was frozen a month ago.

Mang Zi sat in a large vat, soaking in potion.

Master Jin Long and a young man in white stood aside waiting.

The young man in white asked:

"Are you ready?"

The Golden Dragon Master nodded and said:

"It's just the last step."

The young man in white said slowly:

"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 silverThe needle pierced into Mangzi's head.

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

Bai Yu took a deep breath after seeing this.

Mangzi died a month ago!

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

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

Master Jinlong looked back in surprise:

"What happened to the young donor?"

Bai Yu took a breath and said:

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

"Alas, I should have stopped him and not let him go 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 custom, our charity cemetery should remove the makeup for the benefactor 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 after all."

"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?"

Master Jinlong said:

"Don't bother the donors, I and my disciples can 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.

Master Jinlong brought two disciples and surrounded Mangzi, chanting scriptures.

After midnight, a monk fell from the beam.

"Master, they are all asleep."

Master Jinlong suddenly opened his eyes, and his kind face was gone, 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 level in this charity house is only two warriors, one second-grade and one third-grade, and there is no need to worry."

Master Jinlong said coldly:

"Act according to the original plan!"