In the mountains, even to the valley, at first glance it is spring.

The red flew through a few rains, and the broken green lightly gathered a pot of smoke.

It's like a paradise.

However, when I looked into the distance, I saw that the red and green in the valley were covered with another vegetarian.

Its white is like snow, different from snow, a mountain forest is a spiritual flag, and a ten-mile long pole hangs a soul flag.

There are people who live in mourning.

Although Luochen has never participated in any serious red and white events, he has been in and out of Nataihuai Town, and he has seen some customs and knows what the vision means.

I can't help but feel a sudden shock.

Could it be that the red on the snowy peak was really the blood of casualties?

Who are the deceased?

Why is it that the blood stains are all in the form of "gold", and they can enjoy a place of mourning in this heavenly pillar?

And why did you die?

And who is it that mourns for them?

The previous question was unsolved and new questions were added, so Luochen was full of doubts, and followed the place where the grain was, and tended to go deeper into the valley.

When he went deep into the other place, he saw that there was a road between the soul flags, and he walked along the road again.

Oh, see the tower.

The aura is abundant, surrounded by auspiciousness, and it is suspected to be a divine residence.

Standing outside the boundary, Luochen wanted to report to his home and ask for a visit openly, but suddenly his thoughts changed, but he stopped in time.

Thinking about the experience along the way, it seems that when I encounter strange things and want to ask for advice, most of the time I can't get a positive answer. Even, not only can it not be solved, but it will also cause trouble.

So, after a little deliberation, he gave up his intention to blatantly disturb and entered quietly in a hidden form.

Inside, I tossed and turned between the terraces several times, and when I came to the front of the hall, I saw someone bathing and eating for the deceased.

A low bed was offset, and one side was plain, covering a corpse with its head and feet covered.

On the side of the bed knelt a man dressed in linen and filial piety.

Heavy filial piety, most of his face is covered by a hat, and he can't see his eyebrows clearly. But looking at the figure, it should be a tall and strong adult man. Although in the mourning, there is no rickets, although the kneeling posture, the back can still be seen straight like a pine.

There are also a few things placed next to the man, such as a basket and a basket, with all kinds of clothes, and three basins of warm rice washing water.

When the dust fell and he looked inside, he seemed to have washed the deceased's hair, and was bathing himself in water from the second basin with a kudzu cloth.

The posture is solemn, the movements are gentle, and the hands move inch by inch as the thin jacket rises and falls slightly. When he could not reach it, he saw him bow and confess his sin, knelt down a few steps, and then proceeded. After the first bath, take a third basin of water and wipe it again.

After the bathing is over, I see haircuts and faces, nail cutting, changing clothes, wearing crowns, all kinds of trivial things, and they go in order.

The man was not in a hurry, he did every step meticulously, showing solemnity, and the dust fell with awe, and watched quietly outside.

Finally, use rice with sorghum and pearl to boil, and close the mouth.

The body was moved into the coffin and rested in the hall.

I don't know that the use of stalks and beads is actually a gift for the king, and the identity of the deceased is already traceable.

Because of ignorance, naturally I don't think about it, and judging by the rules of the king, such a single person's indifferent pomp and circumstance, too simple funeral hall layout, and the continuous movement of large and small funerals over time and day should be criticized a lot.

Soon, the accusers appeared.

"If you insist on learning from those mortals to do such nondescript things, I won't say anything more. It's just that it's going to come here every now and then, don't you really feel bored?"

A gentle female voice sounded from the corner, revealing some weakness and helplessness.

The dust followed the sound, but because of the wall and the inconvenience of using spells, he did not see him.

The man who was buried for the deceased seemed to turn a deaf ear, put a corner pillow, lit an everlasting lamp, and bowed with incense. After he had finished his salute in a proper manner, he turned around as if no one was around, and ran to clean up the remnants of the previous shop.

After cleaning up, he replaced it with a new set of things, and then he took out another body wrapped in a plain quilt and put it on the low bed.

Luochen couldn't help but secretly wonder, it seems that what happened just now has to be done again. If I am a mushroom here, I am afraid that I will not be able to wait for any fame, so it is better to find out in another place. Then he moved his feet and prepared to find another place.

Unexpectedly, just two steps away, before the person who entered the burial could act, he saw a streamer pass in front of the hall, and then there was a loud sound, and the body on the low bed was knocked over to the ground.

Accompanied by the movement, there was also a shout: "Do you have a heart? You have already spoken in advance, I don't care how you want to toss others, but don't take him to do such an unfortunate thing, and actually do this in front of me?

Listening to the voice, it was clearly the woman from before, but when she heard the sharp tone, it seemed to be like two people.

The dust stopped in amazement.

What stunned him was not just the woman's sudden annoyance.

After the "corpse" on the low bed was knocked to the ground by her, it fell out of the quilt to reveal its true face, and it was broken into several pieces.

If you look closely, it turns out to be a puppet.

Then turn his gaze to the coffin and quietly gaze in. The astonishment was even worse.

In the coffin is also a puppet.

The plants and trees are bundled, the illusion is beautified, and at first glance the description is lifelike, thinking that it is peaceful, but in fact it is a dead thing.

Luochen suddenly felt that his brain was about to get knotted.

What's going on?

Unexpectedly, the stunned continued, and then thunder was added.

When the man who was buried saw that the woman was furious, he stooped down and picked up the broken puppet, and then sneered, "Who do you think I am mourning? ”

Seeing that he was in a posture and wanted to connect the puppet to the position of the dead man properly, the woman rushed out of the corner in a fit of rage, put her palm on the coffin, and gritted her teeth at the other party and threatened: "Wu Na cheap servant! Xun Sheng is still alive, if you dare to curse him like this again, believe it or not, I can make you sleep and eat?"

"Stop!" the man was restricted, and immediately dropped the burden in his hand and threw himself in front of the spirit.

The speed was so fast, like the wind, that he fell off with his filial piety hat, and finally showed his dignity, but it was a handsome face.

However, Luochen was curious about it before, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it at this time.

All eyes fell on the woman.

As soon as the woman appeared, he was shocked that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and his whole body fell into rigidity, and his heart was like a drum.

Ask him why, I can't tell.

Just because, although there is no intersection and I have never met, I recognize the woman's face.

After the drunkenness of the old valley, the crape myrtle astrolabe fell asleep under the tree of the ninth house...... Seen in dreams.

The shock is not about the human face, but because every time this face appears, people will always experience a terrifying scene of a sharp knife piercing the chest, and it also feels almost real.

Also, on Mount Gandhara, he and Mo Ran both fell into confusion, and it seems that they have seen this face before. It was blurred on Mo Ran's face, causing him to go crazy...... Therefore, this face once made him suspicious and afraid, and he felt that it was difficult to distinguish between gods and demons and good and evil.

At this time, when I saw the deity at first glance, how could I not be shocked, how could I not be shocked?

He was horrified that the man who had fallen into a nightmare suddenly turned into an entity and stood in front of him. As everyone knows, if you learn more about the inside information, you are afraid that the horror will be even worse.

This woman just talked about "Xunsheng", and was ridiculed by the "corpse" man with the word "lover", which is really the goddess Yaoji.