There are many ghosts on the road of alms

"Patriarch Zhang, are you okay? Why are you so anxious?" Liu Yi laughed seriously.

"Pfft." Patriarch Zhang spat out another mouthful of blood, his whole face was pale, and his breath was much weaker.

With the last bit of merit, she entered the coffin, Liu Qinyan turned her head to look at Master Zhang and said, "Master Zhang, according to the bet, you should fulfill it, and those who also support taking Wang Yan away, You also need to kneel down and apologize.”

"Little girl, are you going too far to make so many of us kneel down?" An old casual cultivator in the crowd scolded angrily.

"I'm going too far?" Liu Qinyan raised her head, looked at the old casual cultivator with cold eyes, the coldness in her eyes made him shiver, and he took a step back.

"If I remember correctly, you are among the people who said that the coffin will be opened. You are a dignified casual cultivator, but you regard the Zhang family as your leader, why don't you just ask the head of the Zhang family to accept you into the clan?" Liu Qinyan As he spoke, he glanced at Patriarch Zhang.

Liu Qinyan hit the nail on the head, saying that Lao Sanxiu looked at the Patriarch of the Zhang family several times, and everyone immediately understood that this person might really want to enter the Zhang family, so he only spoke to the Zhang family several times.

"A casual cultivator must have the dignity of a casual cultivator. How can there be such a person?"

"That's right, go to Zhang's house quickly, don't stand here, we are all ashamed."

Listening to what the people around him said, the old Sanxiu blushed and turned around to leave.

"Wait a minute, kneel down before leaving." Following Patriarch Zuo Jing's sudden opening, the disciples of the Zuo family stood in front of the old casual cultivator.

"It's not my bet, what does it have to do with me?"

Patriarch Zuo Jing looked at Patriarch Zhang: "Although it was a bet with Patriarch Zhang, Patriarch Zhang said 'we' at the time. If you are not convinced, you can seek justice from Patriarch Zhang. Am I right, Zhang Feng? Patriarch?"

Master Zhang's eyes were dull, his lips moved, not knowing what to say.

Liu Qinyan looked at the time: "Patriarch Zhang, please don't waste any more time, everyone still needs to go to the banquet hall later, if it's late, I'm afraid the meal will be cold."

Patriarch Zhang Feng's eyes were fierce, and he stared at Liu Qinyan. As his father, Liu Yi slapped Zhang Feng's shoulder directly.

"Ahem." Liu Yi, who secretly used his internal force, made the corner of Patriarch Zhang Feng's mouth bleed again.

Zhang Feng's face turned ugly again, but his expression suddenly calmed down, as if he had made a decision, and at this moment, everyone looked at Patriarch Zhang's leg expectantly.

"I, Zhang Feng, concede the bet and admit defeat. I will kneel down." Patriarch Zhang Feng stared at the coffin and said through gritted teeth.

After saying this, Patriarch Zhang Feng stepped forward with his stiff right leg, slowly lowered his body, and at the same time bent his left leg downward, as if he was going to kneel on one knee.

Boom!

Before that left knee touched the ground, Patriarch Zhang Feng fell to the side and passed out.

The scene was silent, and everyone was a little dumbfounded. There is still such a way?

Seeing the Patriarch like this, the disciples of the Zhang family quickly lifted the Patriarch up, bowed their hands to the crowd, and ran away in despair.

Although the rest of the people didn't see Patriarch Zhang really kneel down, they recognized it, and everyone who should kneel also knelt down.

"Aunt Zuo, since the funeral is over, I'll take Chu Liu away first."

Zuo Jing looked at Liu Qinyan, who was neither happy nor sad, and was a little worried: "I'll let Sun Yu and Zuo Yu go with you." As she spoke, Zuo Jing waved to her children.

"No, Aunt Zuo, there are still so many guests here, just go with Wang Yan." Liu Qinyan refused.

Zuo Jing looked at Liu Yi and saw that he was also shaking her head at her, so she had no choice but to stop insisting: "My child, if you need anything, just tell Aunt Zuo, if you want to open some." Two Zuo family disciples lifted the coffin and followed Liu Qinyan walked to the back hall behind the two of them.

According to what was compiled before, the sixth day was to be buried in the ancestral land of the Zuo family, so the two disciples put the coffin in the back hall and left.

"Lingji, the funeral is over, let Ghost Xiu come over." Liu Qinyan said while holding the phone.

"I have been paying attention to the situation on your side. The five ghosts should be here soon."

As soon as the words were finished, several people, headed by the old ghost, came to Liu Qinyan: "By order of Lingji ghost king, come to carry the coffin for the former ghost king."

"Well, I leave it to you."

Wang Yan who was standing next to him was a little surprised when he heard the old ghost's words: "Master, does the former ghost king refer to Master?"

Liu Qinyan nodded sadly: "I'll tell you about your master in the future, let's accompany her to the burial place first."

Along the way, Liu Qinyan remained silent. Even though she knew that Chu Liu was not dead, Liu Qinyan still felt heartache, as if she had experienced similar feelings before.

"Oh, I carried the coffin last time when the ghost king was buried, and it is still the same in this life. How could the ghost king's life be so miserable?" the old ghost sighed while carrying the coffin.

"The last time the ghost king was buried, did it refer to the previous life of the sixth day?" Liu Qinyan looked at the old ghost and asked.

The old ghost looked back at Liu Qinyan and said: "Yes, in the previous life, the king's body was not there, it was Lingji ghost king who said the king was dead, and set up the tomb for her."

"Then... how did she die in her previous life?"

The old ghost looked at the ghosts carrying the coffin, and shook his head: "I can't tell you about this, but you can ask the Ghost King Lingji." Lingji, the dead Lingji in the sixth day's previous life, ordered not to speak out. , although it's okay for Liu Qinyan, but it's inconvenient to have other people around.

Liu Qinyan didn't ask any more questions, and after a few minutes, they arrived under the old banyan tree.

Lingji had already been waiting here, but the abbot of Puchen Temple was missing from her side.

"Here? The time is just right."

Liu Qinyan looked at the big hole beside Lingji, and was a little puzzled: "What did you dig? Why did you dig such a big hole?"

"Of course I didn't dig it. This king asked a nobleman to dig it, but I didn't explain it clearly. The hole was a bit bigger. I just filled it back later." Thinking of the abbot of Puchen Temple digging the hole himself, he dug vigorously. The corners of Lingji's mouth twitched.

"Okay, can we just put the coffin down now?" Liu Qinyan walked to Lingji and asked.

"Naturally, let that kid push the coffin in, then cut his palm and press the blood on the tree trunk."

With that said, Ling Ji motioned to several ghost cultivators to put down the coffin, and stood aside, letting Wang Yan push it in by himself.

I don't know if it's a problem with the aura here, but Wang Yan only pushed [-] centimeters because of the strength of nine bulls and two tigers. The whole coffin is extraordinarily thick, and even the lid of the coffin can't be pushed.

"Now the whole coffin is integrated. Even if you overturn the coffin, your master won't shake it. Just push it hard, as long as you push it in before going down the mountain." Lingji walked aside and took out two coffins. Flagon: "Would you like some?"

Liu Qinyan looked at Wang Yan's strenuous effort and asked, "Can I help him?"

"No. He has done the apprentice ceremony, and he has a master-student relationship with Chu Liu, and you didn't have a wedding with Chu Liu, so naturally you can't carry it." Ling Ji shook the flagon in her hand again.

Liu Qinyan didn't answer, she took the jug directly and took a sip.

One person and one ghost just sat beside and drank, watching Wang Yan push hard by himself.

After half an hour, Wang Yan pushed the coffin into the pit, jumped down by himself, and straightened the coffin.

"Okay, come up, fill up the soil, and then cut your hands away." Ling Ji put away the wine bottle and stood under the tree.

Liu Qinyan helped to pile the earth onto the coffin, handful by handful.

"Oh, you two are really good. In the previous life, when she buried you for you, she didn't want you to be buried for so long. After much effort, I finally helped." The mound was flattened and buried directly.

"It's not that she won't wake up on the sixth day, it's just that she has to wait for a while, don't worry about it." Ling Ji whispered to Liu Qinyan.

Liu Qinyan was very clear in her heart, but at this time, she still couldn't do anything.

Wang Yan didn't hear what Mistress and the others were talking about. Seeing that the soil had been buried, she cut open her palm and pressed her hand on the tree trunk.

As the blood flowed down, the old banyan tree absorbed part of the blood stains and slowly glowed with vitality. Not only did the leaves stretch out, but also a little bit of green light was scattered, like a light curtain.

"This is the means of your lineage. As long as you leave a mark on the tree, even if you make an agreement with the tree spirit, as long as you stay in the praying place in the future, you will not die. It is also a guarantee."

"So powerful?" Wang Yan couldn't believe it, and walked around the old banyan tree several times.

"This man has already been buried, so I'm leaving. I'm uncomfortable staying here." Ling Ji fiddled with her sleeves and said.

"Thank you, Lingji." Liu Qinyan looked into Lingji's eyes seriously.

"Hehe, if you really thank me, why don't you give me the sixth day, and say that it's useless." Lingji glanced at Liu Qinyan, waved to the little ghosts, and asked them to carry her away .

Seeing the back of Lingji leaving, Liu Qinyan remained silent for a long time, and Wang Yan didn't know what to say, and knelt under the tree in a daze, guarding the spirit for the sixth day.

night.

In the forest of the place of prayer, a figure appeared, looking at the old banyan tree from a distance, his eyes were full of complex colors, and behind him was a stylishly dressed Haozi.

"Is this all right? How long will it take to wake up on the sixth day?" Haozi asked with his head tilted

"I don't care about the earth and the sky. How can I tell when she will wake up?"

When Haozi remembered that he was only helping Chu Liu fix his soul, he became a little angry: "Boss Yan, you said that you are the King of Hades, why can you only do such a few things, and you can't even increase the speed. I am looking for you for nothing."

"Looking for me for nothing?" Boss Yan walked out from the shadow of the tree, grabbed Haozi's neck, pointed at him and cursed: "You only came to me when the gold chain was broken, you can help her fix her soul in time, is it because The grass in her arms barely delayed for a moment, or else you think she still has a chance to live?"

Boss Yan now thinks of the scene at that time, and still thinks it was the sixth day of junior high school.Although Chu Liu put the grass in his arms, if he didn't touch the wound, the essence of the grass would not flow into Chu Liu's body, so he naturally had no way to quietly cast a spell to fix Chu Liu's soul after he arrived .

However, he has done what he can, and now, he can only pray that Chu Liu will wake up within three months, otherwise the hell will be in chaos.Boss Yan thought in his heart, bowed deeply in the direction of the old banyan tree, and left with Haozi.

The author has something to say: put it in the manuscript box, and forgot to set the time.