Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Whether it is the Chinese nation that claims to be the Celestial Empire or the barbarian nations outside the Middle Earth, they all have a common characteristic, that is, they like to say good things to the dead.

Even if a person is extremely evil, after his death, his relatives and friends will try their best to think of some good things he did in his life.

This is respect for life and respect for the deceased.

Xu Tiandi died very suddenly and strangely. His last words did not reveal to the ghost girl that he was a tomb keeper, but told him to build a tombstone without words for himself, which was indeed unexpected.

However, in the eyes of Ye Xiaochuan and others, this is the true style of a master and the spirit of a god.

This noble realm is definitely not something that ordinary people can achieve.

The ghost girl took out a lot of ingots, candles and incense from the storage bracelet and knelt in front of the tombstone without words.

Looking back at Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou still standing, the ghost girl immediately got angry.

There was no way. According to the seniority, Xu Tiandi was not only Gui Yadao's great grandfather, but also Yun Qiyou's great grandfather.

Ye Xiaochuan had already been engaged to Yun Qiyou, so they were considered relatives.

Ye Xiaochuan had no choice but to pull Yun Qiyou to kneel in front of the wordless monument to worship Xu Tiandi.

Gui Yatou began to wipe her tears.

She had never seen her great grandfather, so there was no emotion. She couldn't cry for a while, so she let her younger sister and brother-in-law cry.

Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou couldn't cry even more.

So, Ye Xiaochuan looked at Xiao Qi, whose eyes were rolling.

Not to mention, Xiao Qi had no other skills, but he was definitely good at howling.

Anyway, he was free anyway, and Xu Tiandi was the last keeper of the Wood God Mausoleum who saved the three realms. Howling for him would not be a loss to her status as a princess of the heaven.

Of course, Xiao Qi had another layer of thoughts.

Since I can’t separate Chef Ye and Yun Yatou, and I like Chef Ye very much, I will take a loss and become Chef Ye’s concubine.

If we calculate according to this relationship, I can be regarded as Xu Tiandi’s great-granddaughter.

I saw Xiao Qi kneeling on the ground with a click, hugging the wide tombstone, tears streaming down, crying so sadly.

She wailed and sang at the same time.

It was foggy on Qingming Festival, I picked up a hatchet and went into the bamboo forest,

I cut two big bamboos and one forest of thin bamboos.

I cut twelve pieces of green bamboo and twelve pairs of yellow bamboo.

I tied them tightly at the front and back, and went up and down the slopes very steadily.

The neighbors turned around and sent my father to the mountain.

Performing a great ceremony and bowing, the neighbors still did the most.

…

The singing in the beginning was okay, it was a mourning song for mourning, but what the hell was the latter? If the Western Emperor heard that Xiao Qi was holding a tombstone and howling "Song of the Dead Father", he would probably be pissed to death.

At first, no one paid attention, but as they listened, they realized something was wrong.

The ghost girl who was burning paper money for the dead grabbed a handful of paper money and threw it at Xiao Qi, saying angrily: "This is my great grandfather, not your father! If your father knew, he would kill you?"

Xiao Qi reacted and scratched his head, thinking that he was indeed suspected of cursing his father to die early.

Forget it, cry again, and change the words such as mother, grandmother, grandfather, father, and seventh uncle in several funeral songs to great grandfather.

Xiao Qi was self-satisfied, thinking that she was a genius in crying for the dead. When she returned to the heaven tomorrow, she could open a crying shop to cry for others. She would definitely make a lot of money and become the richest little rich woman in the heaven.

However, she only changed the name, not the content, and the howling was so weird.

For example, water has its source and trees have their roots, and there is only my great grandfather in the world. You raised your daughter, and your daughter will never forget your kindness...

This is obviously a cry for a deceased mother, and it is forced on the great grandfather's head. The gender is not right, how can it not be weird?

Ye Xiaochuan respects Xu Tiandi, but this does not mean that there is affection.

I originally wanted to make a quick decision and leave the bamboo forest illusion at dawn. Now it is already Chenshi, and I am still kowtowing and burning paper in front of Xu Tiandi's grave. I haven't even seen the most critical person Ban Zhushui.

And when I left the ancestral temple last night, Yao Xiaoyu privately asked me to dig up Xu Tiandi's grave to see if I can find out the truth about Xu Tiandi's death.

Ye Xiaochuan looked up at the sky and sighed in his heart. I guess I will be in the bamboo forest illusion all day today.

The human alliance is now proceeding step by step, and he doesn't care about the negotiation process of those big guys.

What he cares about is the safety of Baili Yuan and his group.

Although Miss A Xiang, who was in the realm of immortality, led the team to meet them, Ye Xiaochuan was still a little worried, always feeling that something bad would happen.

Today was already the third day of the first lunar month, and Baili Yuan's group had to rush back to Cangyun Mountain before dawn on the fifth day. They would have to spend a lot of time on the road, and the people on the Daxue Mountain were already in a very urgent time.

What if they were delayed? What if they were chased and intercepted by the masters of the heavenly realm on the way?

This was the reason why Ye Xiaochuan was always uneasy.

Since he couldn't leave the bamboo forest illusion in the short term, he would focus on the present.

He was thinking about whether to listen to Yao Xiaoyu and dig up Xu Tiandi's tomb.

Yao Xiaoyu said that as long as he told Gui Yatou that Xu Tiandi's death was related to Li Ziye's disappearance, Gui Yatou would take the initiative to dig it up to find the answer.

Ye Xiaochuan was deeply skeptical about this.

At this moment, the ghost girl was almost in mourning, which showed that she also respected her great grandfather very much. The deceased should be buried in peace, so how could the ghost girl take the initiative to dig up her great grandfather's grave?

Seeing that the ghost girl was a little slow in burning the ingots and ghost money, Ye Xiaochuan gave Yun Qiyou a look.

Yun Qiyou's knees were numb from kneeling, and he also wanted to be free as soon as possible. After understanding Ye Xiaochuan's eyes, the virtuous couple began to work side by side.

Originally, they threw them into the fire one by one, but now they threw them in piles. It would take at least two hours to burn the ingots and ghost money, but with the sincere cooperation of Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou, they threw them all into the fire in less than an incense stick of time.

The ghost girl felt that it was burning a little too fast, so she took out a pile of ingots and ghost money from the Qiankun bag and continued to burn.

Ye Xiaochuan was desperate and said, "Ghost sister, do you run an incense and candle shop in heaven? I think it's almost done, don't burn it."

The ghost girl said, "My great grandfather didn't love anything when he was alive, but he liked gold and silver treasures. I haven't come to visit his grave for so many years. If I don't burn more, my mother will scold me when I go back."

Ye Xiaochuan didn't want to waste precious time on burning paper. He picked up the pile of ingots and ghost money and scattered them all on the fire. A faint green smoke slowly drilled out from under the ghost money pile, but the flame had been suppressed and extinguished.

The scene was quiet in an instant, and everyone's eyes fell on Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan said, "Why are you looking at me? I just think it's meaningless to burn paper money like this." The ghost girl jumped up and shouted, "What do you mean? My great grandfather is alone and helpless. As the younger generation, we should burn more paper money for him to improve his life in the underworld. How can it be meaningless?"