Judge, please respect yourself

A murderous aura was palpable, and Luan Mu took a few steps back in fright. He knew he had done nothing, but he had to invite death. It was really aggrieved. It seemed that he couldn't stay here for a long time, so he had to find the remains of Cong Zhi quickly and investigate. OK.

Luan Mu stole a plate of roasted meat from the kitchen, and headed towards the back mountain with his head lowered. After all, Wanlan is a famous family, overlooking the whole layout, he was very particular about it. He planted four walnut trees in the direction of the four images and eight trigrams to symbolize the beginning of time. At the beginning, in order to mix the vitality into one, the wing rooms are roughly set up in five positions: east, south, west, north, and middle, which correspond to the wood green dragon, fire rose bird, golden white tiger, water basalt and earth unicorn, and the five gods and beasts bless them , can circle the wind and qi, and the back mountain is built on the windward side, which can gather yin and yang qi, and the back mountain is in the shape of a dragon, restraining yin and generating yang, so it is guessed that this back mountain must be the place of burial.

At the back of the mountain, two disciples were guarding the mountain pass. When they saw Luan Mu walking straight up with roasted meat, they pulled out their swords and stopped him.

"what are you doing?"

"Brother Fengwei came back today to coincide with the first seven days of the suzerain. He guarded in front of the spirit card and was reluctant to leave, so he ordered me to come and sacrifice raw meat to the suzerain on his behalf, to express our affection."

"So that's how it is. Senior brother and suzerain are as close as father and son, so I can understand his filial piety."

"It's hard work, the two senior brothers guarded late at night."

They retracted their sabers and moved out of the way. After Luan Mu took two steps, he remembered the solemn ceremony of Wan Lan, so he turned his head and nodded his thanks to the two of them.

Since the lie was not exposed, it seems that his guess was really right.

Perhaps because of the first seven, there was no one in the back mountain at night, Luan Mu took off the suffocating sackcloth, and looked at the trend of the surrounding mountains. The trend was unique, and they all spread towards one place. He followed the mountain peak Looking in the direction, an altar gradually appeared behind the branches and leaves, and directly above the altar was a huge stone tombstone. Judging from its size, the underground inner room must be quite large.

Luan Mu climbed up from the altar to the location of the tomb. The tomb of the tomb is made of earthen wood, and the eight winds are hidden outside, and the five elements are hidden inside. Even if future generations don't know who it was in the burial of destiny, one can see its virtuous and respected status only by looking at its burial method.

He stood at the head of the grave with his palms together, bowed three times to the stone tablet of the tomb, and then saw Ye Xun appearing in front of him with a shovel in his hand. He followed Luan Mu's order and followed Luan Mu's order, avoiding everyone's eyes Luan Mu came to the back mountain.

After Luan Mu took the shovel, he bowed three times to Congzhi's tombstone.

"I'm really sorry, such a good feng shui is going to be ruined by you. It's only because you want to blame me for your death. I have no choice but to save my life."

As he said that, Luan Mu inserted the shovel into the soil, and unceremoniously shoveled up the tomb pile of soil. He was used to digging graves. After all, he had done a lot of moving corpses and changing tombs before, so naturally he went smoothly. He dug up the tomb with only a few strokes alone. He motioned to the night patrol, and the two of them worked together to lift the coffin out.

This coffin is quite heavy, and I don't know how many valuable funeral objects were placed inside, and this wooden coffin is also made of high-quality golden nanmu. In addition to the blue wind pattern of Wan Lan, it is also covered with spells to suppress it. Come here never to die tragically, the disciples are also afraid that the ghosts will come back and ask them for their lives.

Luan Mu wanted to push open the coffin lid to see what was going on inside, but no matter how hard he tried, the coffin lid still didn't budge. This wooden coffin must have been nailed to death with wooden nails, so he slammed the wooden coffin hard with a shovel. A big hole was opened in the coffin, and it happened to be able to see the face of Cong Zhi.

In the dark night, his vision was not clear, Luan Mu wanted to get close to him to check the cause of his death, but when he got closer, he found that Cong Zhi was staring at him angrily, he was startled, after careful observation, he found that his eyes did not move, it seemed that he was dying, And the ghost who has died without peace is extremely vicious, if he turns his soul into a vicious one, depending on his cultivation level, it may be a disaster.

Sure enough, there were many funeral objects, including a lot of gold and silver wares. Rare treasures from all over the place were put in. Luan Mu found out the money of the Seven Emperors. Tongue, people die in the ghost world, where Beidou said, he hates this superstitious method the most, so he threw it on the ground casually, he tossed and turned in the coffin for a long time, but he didn’t see it It stands to reason that the dead will put their belongings in the coffin when they are buried, so as not to worry about the dead and walk uneasy on the road to Huangquan.

People like Wan Lan probably forgot to put their sabers on, maybe they have other customs, so he gave up if he couldn't find it, and checked the bones of Congzhi. The fatal injury was a knife wound on his neck. The cause of death was very similar to what Luan Mu had seen before. The dagger was stuck in the throat of the disciple of Wan Lan. It is conceivable that the two of them should have died by the same hand, but apart from this wound, Luan Mu also saw him There are many traces of ghost scratches on his body, which means that he still fought with resentful spirits before his death.

No wonder they suspected that it was their own doing. When he escaped from Wanlan that day, he summoned the Japanese Patrol. They definitely thought that he manipulated the ghost to join forces to kill Congzhi.

While thinking, he suddenly saw what seemed to be some black debris on Cong Zhi's chest, when Luan Mu reached in and wanted to take it out for inspection, one of them yelled loudly, startling the mountain bird.

"Who is so bold!? Dare to destroy the coffin of my suzerain?!"

The disciple didn't know when he came, Luan Mu raised his head and saw that he was already charging with his sword drawn, he had no choice but to give up continuing to investigate, and ran back quickly, but Xiaobu was thrown on the back mountain by him, if he was holding him casually like this Lan running around will only attract more people to chase and kill him. However, when he just fled down the mountain, he happened to see a wing room in front of him, and quickly hid in it before the people behind him chased him.

The wing room seems to be an ancestral hall, with a wide inner room, sandalwood is scattered, there is a main niche in the middle of the main hall, and several supporting niches are set on the left and right, and the wooden plaque of the god master is enshrined in it. The huge statue stood behind the table, and Luan Mu took a closer look, guessing that it must be the founder who turned Lan into a fairy.

Unexpectedly, he broke into the ancestral hall by mistake. Although he did not believe in evil as a ghost, he always felt that he did not respect the dead, so he bowed to the niche boxes around the ancestral hall.

Just as he was about to leave, there were footsteps approaching outside the door. It seemed that there was more than one person coming towards the ancestral hall. He couldn't go out at this time, so he quickly retreated into the hall and hid behind the statue.

Pushing the door open was a group of Wan Lan disciples, and walking in front of them was Zhuang Geng...Duo...Lian...Cheng...Wu...Wrong...Wen...Ben...All...In... YU...XI...Hua and Tang Feng Xi Yuwei, holding the tablet of the gods from the past, strode forward.

What are they doing here?The first seven should be set up in the main hall, and the tablet can only be placed in the ancestral hall after the first seven parties. The time has not yet come, so what are they going to do when they put the tablet back now?

The disciples lit the candles in the house, and the ancestral hall became much brighter. Luan Mu leaned closer to the shadows, because the god statue blocked him, and he couldn't fully see what they were doing.

"Put things in."

Zhuang Hua gave an order to the disciples outside the door, and Luan Mu saw someone coming in with all kinds of cooked incense, half-lit candles, tea and meat dishes, as if they had put the first seven banquets back in the ancestral hall.

But things were not as simple as Luan Mu thought, in addition to those sacrificial objects, some disciples brought in a basin of bright red liquid, where he could not see, the rest of the disciples seemed to have formed a circle with yellow talismans, those There was no spell on the yellow talisman, it was just a long strip of yellow paper. Immediately after Tang Feng used a big brush to dip it from the pot of bright red liquid, he drew another large circle on it as the circle moved, and gave those yellow talismans to connected.

"All right."

Before Tang Feng handed the pen to a disciple to take it down, the pot of red water was also withdrawn, and a scent of candles suddenly wafted from the ancestral hall. Because he was blocked by the statue, Luan Mu could not see the situation at the case, only the crowd The disciples knelt on the ground, guessing that they might have started offering incense and offering sacrifices.

Zhuang Hua shouted "Get up", and everyone took three steps forward, bowed and knelt down, and then returned to their positions. Kneel and sit in place.

The so-called respecting ancestors and longing the emperor and teacher are the three basics of etiquette, and Wan Lan has always been more important than etiquette, so it is respected with the great ceremony of three kneeling and nine kowtows.

I thought they would start the night vigil at this point, but Luan Mu suddenly heard them chanting small scriptures, this scene was not the same as Shou Qi, and the yellow talisman circle on the ground was really strange, Luan Mu didn't know what they were planning, so he thought To find out, he stepped on the statue and climbed up a few steps, poked his head out through the gap, and saw that the yellow talisman on the ground was not a circle at all.

It was a talisman array, he knew this kind of talisman array, bounded by the blood of livestock, inside the yellow talisman occupied the metal, wood, water, and soil of the five elements, but lacked fire, fire is the source of yang, and it is in conflict with yin energy. One thing is the Zongzhi saber that has not been found in the coffin. This is a typical soul-returning array.

What they want to do in this ancestral hall is not to guard the seven at all, but to summon the soul of the first seven!

Wan Lan, is this crazy?What do you want to do when you call back the soul from Zhizhi?If the time is not properly controlled, then the soul that should have been on the road to Huangquan will have to stay in the human world and become a lonely ghost. If a ghost dies like this, it will even accumulate grievances in the human world, and it is bound to turn into a ghost. evil spirit.

However, without waiting for Luan Mu to think about it, a gust of wind suddenly rose from below in the ancestral hall, blowing away the yellow talismans spread on the ground, except for the circle covered by the red blood pressure, all the disciples in the hall were scattered He couldn't beat the strong wind, he was blown to one side, and the cloth on his head was knocked off.

Lying on top of the statue, it was hard to find the point of strength, and Luan Mu almost fell down. Most of the candles in the ancestral hall were extinguished, leaving only a ray of light still flickering. Fortunately, the strong wind lasted for a short time, and the wind stopped After that, a figure appeared in the center of the talisman array.

Sure enough, he came back to his soul.

All the disciples exclaimed unceasingly, and hurriedly bowed and kowtowed to him.The soul still had the same appearance as before his death, his hair was disheveled, as if he had experienced a fierce battle, blood was still oozing from the big hole in his throat, his eyes were as dead as a dead man, staring straight ahead.