Liaozhai Great Sage

A total of one hundred riders, all of them were men with knives and axes hanging from their waists. They were all strong and strong, not like farmers or ruffians, but like well-trained soldiers.

At the same time, several chariots and horses brought a heavy coffin from Guobei County, and prepared a lot of incense candles, paper money, wreaths, and white satin.

After some arrangement.

A mourning hall has been set up in the Zen courtyard, the coffin is already in place, and Miss Qingmei's body is also placed in the coffin.

"Young master, if the burial is early tomorrow morning, the coffin will be sealed today." A coffin bearer came over and said respectfully.

Li Xiuyuan stood in the mourning hall, staring at the coffin in front of the coffin, slightly absent-minded.

He came back to his senses only after hearing the voice.

"Let's seal the coffin now, let Qingmei girl rest in peace early, so as not to be disturbed again." Li Xiuyuan said.

According to normal funeral customs, the coffin is sealed after everyone worships, and then carried to the grave for burial.

However, Miss Qingmei is a woman from a brothel, and now she has no father or mother, and no relatives come to worship, so she can only keep everything simple.

"Yes, Eldest Young Master." The coffin bearer responded and greeted: "Eldest Young Master has orders, seal the coffin now."

Several craftsmen responded and sealed the coffin. From then on, Yin and Yang were separated, and there was no relationship between them.

"The hundred riders that the young master wanted are waiting outside Lanruo Temple. The young one didn't let them all come because he was afraid that there would be too many people in the temple." At this time, Tieshan came over and said in a low voice.

Li Xiuyuan said: "Let them go to Lanruo Temple to rest for a day. I have something to order before they are buried tomorrow." After finishing speaking, he looked in the direction of the Daxiong Hall slightly: "So far, are the monks in Lanruo Temple still chanting scriptures? ?”

"Yes, the sound of chanting sutras has never been heard before."

"What scripture is it, do you know?" Li Xiuyuan asked.

"It seems to be a sutra about saving the dead. I've heard about the little one attending a funeral before." Tieshan said.

Li Xiuyuan nodded: "Go back and donate 500 taels of silver to Lanruo Temple."

"Little one, write it down."

"You all go away, I will keep watch for Miss Qingmei." Li Xiuyuan said.

Tieshan responded, and then greeted some irrelevant people to leave quickly.

Immediately, only Li Xiuyuan was left in the monastery, and Xiaodie, dressed in hemp and filial piety, knelt in front of the altar and burned paper money.

Not saying a word to each other, they all silently kept vigil for Ome.

In the middle of the night, the wind picked up at night, and the cool wind blew up the ashes in the brazier, forming a vortex in mid-air, and then disappeared into the night, and the burning candle was also blown by the wind. Swinging, as if there is a possibility of going out at any time.

"Young master, is it Miss who is back?" Xiaodie hurriedly asked.

"No, it's just a gust of wind, not Qingmei." Li Xiuyuan said calmly.

He has seven apertures and an exquisite heart, standing here at this moment, how can there be any ghosts appearing, if there are, he wants to see if he can meet the soul of Miss Qingmei.

However, he can't even see it now.

Chapter 23 Cutting down the Millennium Dryad.

By the second day.

With the sound of mourning and music, paper money floated down.

The four coffin bearers carried a heavy coffin and walked straight to the back mountain of Lanruo Temple, followed by hundreds of guards from the Li family.

The arms of these guards are all tied with white silk, representing the end of the dead.

Li Xiuyuan intends to follow Qingmei's last wish and bury her in Lanruo Temple, but to be honest, he doesn't want to bury Qingmei here, but wants to bury her in the ancestral grave of his Li family, so as to show that Qingmei was born The people of the Li family are the ghosts of the Li family.

But the reason why he didn't do this was not only following her last wish, but also the most important reason.

That is the particularity of Lanruo Temple.

Maybe, there will be time to meet again in the future.

Although this possibility is rare, it is at least a hope.

When the funeral procession arrived in front of the Daxiong Hall of Lanruo Temple, Master Liaokong and several monks greeted him here early.

"Benefactor Li started to bury Qingmei benefactor today?" Master Liao Kong asked.

"Exactly, I wanted to say hello to Master Liaokong before, so that I could borrow a piece of land behind the temple to bury the Qingmei girl, but because I was too busy with things, I forgot all of a sudden. Don't be offended." Li Xiuyuan said.

Master Liaokong replied: "The purpose of a monk is to be convenient for others. The old monk also has an unshirkable responsibility for the death of the green plum benefactor in Lanruo Temple. If the benefactor Li does not dislike it, it is better for the old monk to lead the way and find someone for the green plum benefactor. Be in a treasure."

"Then there will be Master Lao." Li Xiuyuan said.

"Everyone, please come with the old monk." Master Liao Kong clasped his hands together, and then walked around the main hall and walked towards the back mountain.

Li Xiuyuan took a look and said: "Master seems to have gone the wrong way, this is the way to go to the back mountain."

"If it's a burial, the terrain here is higher, which is better than the other side." Master Liao Kong said.

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said: "But there is still one thing to do, I appreciate Master Kong's kindness." After speaking, he waved his hand and led the team directly to the back mountain.

Seeing Li Xiuyuan leave, Master Liaokong helplessly called out Amitabha, then shook his head and followed.

After coming to the back mountain.

A towering huge thousand-year-old banyan tree stands in front of you.

The crown of the tree is like a canopy, covering the sky and the sun, just like a small forest, which is amazing.

"The thousand-year-old tree demon, we meet again." Li Xiuyuan stopped and looked at the thousand-year-old banyan tree with a trace of coldness in his eyes.

"Yesterday I had no choice but to leave because I couldn't bear to let Qingmei girl die in the wilderness. I was delayed for a day and let you live for several hours. But today you are here and you can't escape this catastrophe. I will be Li Xiuyuan today. In front of Miss Qingmei's coffin, I cut down your thousand-year-old banyan tree, and I don't believe that you can show any supernatural powers with me today."

Li Xiuyuan muttered to himself, and finally shouted suddenly: "Where is the servant of my Li family?"

"Here." More than a hundred people shouted in unison.

The voice is neat and well-trained.

"Take an axe and cut down this banyan tree." Li Xiuyuan ordered coldly.

"Yes, young master." Everyone agreed.

After that, hundreds of servants Qiqi untied their axes from their waists, and then rushed to the side of the huge banyan tree one by one, swiping their axes without hesitation.

"Crack! Kick! Kick!"