The first Taoist priest of the Tang Dynasty

Chen Feng was speechless, looking at Xiao Hua who was sitting beside him like a dead person.

At this moment, Xiaohua's eyes are dull, as if she has lost her soul, like a walking corpse, lifeless.

Jiu'er refused to go to the funeral.

Xiao Hua is godless.

Manqing can't make the decision.

As for the only three-year-old Qinger Zhong Tang, I don't know what to do.

As Li Shan was Li Daoling's third disciple, Chen Feng didn't care about this matter, so what could he do?

As for Woody.

It is even more impossible for him to call the shots.

At this time, the ghost hand seemed to have made a decision, approached Jiu'er, and gently patted her on the shoulder, "Jiu'er, I know you are sad, but death is the most important thing, and everything is based on the dead." Seriously, you don't want your great grandfather and your father to be in the sky, just looking at you so sad, right?"

"Fourth grandfather, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" was the ghost's hand patted on the shoulder again, immediately hugged the ghost's hand, and burst into tears.

Two and a half years ago.

Jiu'er had never experienced fatherly love in Cihang Hall.

After two and a half years old, my father appeared in front of my eyes like a god.

God is the reflection of Jiu'er's heart towards her father.

now.

God is gone, and Jiu'er seems to have lost everything.

Even her own mother is incomparable to her god-like father.

Ten years of getting along.

Ten years of love.

But now, there is a separation between yin and yang, so how could Jiu'er not be sad or sad.

As long as she was buried in the ground, she would even be able to see her father again.

But at this moment, Chen Feng said aloud that the funeral was going to happen. This was something she couldn't accept, couldn't resist, and even more couldn't resist.

"Fourth grandfather, my father's Taoist name is nine, I want to stay with my father for two more days." Jiu'er was heartbroken, but he also knew that the deceased must be buried in the ground for peace.

After hearing this, Guishou looked at Chen Feng, and then nodded slightly.

On the other hand, everyone present.

As if no one would object.

Even Li Daoling, as the old viewer of Longquan Temple, seems to have been forgotten at this moment.

Another two days of sadness.

And the sound of Jiu'er lying on the side of the coffin muttering.

finally.

On the ninth day, the plain onyx in the Longquan Temple began to flutter as if rising without wind.

A light wind blew into the main hall.

Jiu'er, who was still talking to Zhong Wen's corpse, seemed to feel something, raised his head, and looked outside the hall, "Father, are you back?"

The breeze passed.

Zhong Wen in the coffin seemed to be alive, his pale face instantly returned to rosy, just like before.

"Cough~~"

Sudden.

A light cough sounded in the coffin.

So shocked that Jiu'er immediately turned around and looked at his father in the coffin.

And at the same time.

Everyone in the main hall also heard the soft cough and rushed to the side of the coffin.

"Father, father, you're not dead, you're not dead, haha, father, father, woo woo~" Jiu'er beside the coffin saw his father coughing lightly, opened his eyelids, and burst into tears of joy.

This joy.

That was the truest portrayal of her nine days ago.

This cry.

It was also the one who turned to joy and wept after she had been sad for nine days.

And this time.

Xiao Hua, who had been sitting cross-legged on one side, jumped up and lay down on the coffin, looking at her elder brother in the coffin, her tears couldn't be stopped immediately, "Brother!"

"Father, father~~" Qing'er, who was carried by Manqing, saw his father in the coffin resurrected from the dead, and waved his little hands happily, as if he wanted to pick up his father from the coffin.

No one thought of it.

On the day of the funeral nine days later, Zhong Wen was able to come back from the dead.

Even the holy hand and ghost hand were terrified on the spot, and they really didn't understand how Zhong Wen could still come back to life.

According to his judgment.

Zhong Wen has long since lost his vital signs, not even a trace.

And this time.

After Zhong Wen's eyelids opened, his eyes flashed with puzzlement. He looked at everyone beside the coffin, his eyes were clear, like a newborn baby.

"Why am I here?" Zhong Wen rolled his eyes, and when he was puzzled, he sat up from the coffin and asked everyone around the coffin.

After Xiaohua heard the words, she wept with joy, "Brother."

Zhong Wen, who sat up, was more puzzled in his eyes.