In the middle of the night, the sky is dark and the wind is blowing, blowing the shadows of the trees, faintly like a whimper, looking up, you can't see the stars and moons, listen to it, you can't hear a trace of insects...... The whole small village seemed to be shrouded in gloomy depression at once.

Han Jiujiu, accompanied by Dou Zhan, stood on the small hill in front of the temple that could overlook the whole village, the wind on the mountain was even more intense, blowing her clothes and ornaments, and the fluffy hair on Dou Zhan's body was flying, and under the sound of rolling black gas, it was even more like the gods and demons in the sky descending to the world!

The battle incarnated as the evil suppression god dog, did not compress his body as usual, and the real body squatted beside her, and the height had almost crushed Han Jiujiu more than one!

"It's going to rain......"

Han Jiujiu stretched out his hand to sense the humidity in the air, raised her head, this faint night could not stop her eyes, and clearly saw the dark clouds in the sky gathering and churning, black and oppressive, brewing a kind of heavenly power that belongs to nature, as if it only needed to wait for a thunderclap, and then poured down.

From heaven to earth—

"Sending off the rain...... The sky washes the road, the ground is dusted, and the wind and rain blow away the dark road; Send the ancestors, don't look back, come clean and clean...... That's what you said, right? Han Jiujiu said softly, looking at the night sky, and he didn't know who he was talking to, and said quietly:

"Once in a hundred years, you can be safe, and the green mountains will be together for a thousand years...... In other words, after the age of 100, it will return to its room. For thousands of years, the body is in the green mountains. There are thousands of words, and the children and grandchildren are safe. Don't be sad and don't complain, there have been mourning in ancient times. The road to the west is long, and the clothes are added. Don't be lonely, don't worry about people, no injuries......"

"Huh!" Han Jiujiu suddenly shook his head slightly, came back to his senses from the void, and sneered lightly, as if talking to someone: "This is not for me to say, nor should I say it to me, but I can convey it." ”

She lowered her head, touched the fluffy hair on Dou Zhan's body with one hand, and pointed to the small village below her with the other, and said, "Look, they have come out to see you off." ”

In the void, a faint shadow turned around, in a trance, but subconsciously looked in the direction of Han Jiujiu's finger - on that side, the small mountain village that had fallen asleep was suddenly awakened, the lights of every house were on, the dogs were crowing, and more importantly, this was the little lights that meandered out of each house, from all directions, all gathered into the old and wide mud house at the end of the village.

Ten thousand lights gathered, listening attentively, it seemed that you could still hear the subtle "old grandfather!" The call...... The faint phantom smiled slightly, and suddenly dissipated on the small hillside.

"The 'spirit' is gone, master, and goes back to his own flesh." The voice of the god of battle sounded, with a majesty and lightness that was not usually available.

"A 'spirit' that overflowed while his body was decaying, but he didn't expect to see this thing as soon as he went out."

Han Jiujiu looked at the vanishing phantom and said softly, it turns out that this is the reason why the two of them have been standing on the hillside for a long time!

"Thoughtless and unconscious things, wandering by instinct, will be attracted by things in the depths of the heart, the old grandfather is open-minded by nature, and it turns out that there are memories that can't be let go of in his heart."

Han Jiujiu said that he had already recognized that the phantom that was hovering on the slope next to her temple turned out to be the spirit of the old grandfather who was about to die, so he said and looked around: "Is there anything worth remembering here?" ”

Dou Zhan kicked his paws, looked at the village where the lights were gradually rising, stretched out his head, and said: "Isn't this the village, the village that contains his lifelong thoughts, I remember that when he gave you a magic weapon, his only wish was not the same——"

Originally?

On the day of the Spring Society, on the altar, she received her first congratulatory gift since her rebirth.

[Do you want to ...... What do you get in exchange for this? She asked, standing on the altar where she had received human sacrifice for the first time in her life, and a piece of red silk tied her and the people.

[I want to exchange it, your sincere protection! ] The old grandfather replied on the altar, prostrate on the ground with his hands held high, wanting to exchange for a god's sincerity.

【…… Good. She made this promise to be in a place overlooking the village......

I see!

Han Jiujiu chuckled, recalling the memories of a long time ago, the colors were not colorful, and the voice was still in front of his ears. Brushing up her hair that was flying around, she said, "Let's go, the old grandfather is traveling far away, we are juniors, we should give it a ride." ”

"Moreover, there is a soul that exudes its body, which means that the other three souls and six spirits are also unstable, and there may not be more escapes, if the soul is incomplete before he dies, it will not be easy to do, and it will weaken the source of blessings——"

As soon as Han Jiujiu's words fell, he heard the sound of "Wang", and the huge black dog rose against the storm, soaring to more than two or three meters, with cinnabar on his forehead, his face showing divine lines, his limbs were like pillars, and the black hair on his body completely turned into black smoke.

"Go! Draw a requiem spell for the flesh first, and then go to find out where the rest of the spirits are, and you must come back before four o'clock! ”

Han Jiujiu scolded lightly, turned over and got on Dou Zhan's body, dragging a handful of hairs like black smoke, and ordered.

I saw that the big dog heard a long howl, his limbs bent slightly, looking at the small village under the mountain with lights, and jumped down the slope with a "whew", and a flame was born under his feet, stepping on the void step by step, and it made a "crackling" sound like a burning fire.

After three or two clicks, he caught up with the "lantern dragon" that was busy gathering together in the village, hanging in the air and staying above the mud house - the crowd below was already crowded with people, all of whom came from their sleep overnight with flashlights, and gathered in the brightly lit drying field in front of the house, looking at the closed door, and few people spoke.

The night breeze mixed with the cold was whining, but it couldn't blow away the heavy depression in the crowd.

Han Jiujiu even saw his father in his previous life, who was also standing in the silent crowd, the flashlight in his hand had long been extinguished, and he only looked at the hidden door, waiting for something.

According to the custom in the village, the elderly should not breathe in the bed, otherwise they will be hung on the bed, unable to exceed, and need the help of their family to move it to the temporary bed board in the atrium.

At this time, Han Jiujiu jumped down from the body fighting in mid-air, ignoring the more and more crowds that gathered over, and she returned to the body of a god, outside the sight of everyone, silently penetrating the roof and falling into the atrium where people came and went-

The old grandfather's thin body was already lying on the temporary bed board, his thin and lifeless body, and he couldn't see the spirit of running around chasing the descendants in the village not long ago.

Han Jiujiu pinched a trick and saluted: "Old grandfather." ”

It is regarded as a respect for this old man who has dedicated his life to the village, and then, the "Life Book" flashed in his hand, and there was a brush the thickness of a finger on it.

"It's still gone, one soul and two spirits, this body can't hold on, I'm afraid that the three souls and seven spirits will be scattered together at that time, and when the time comes, won't you even be able to walk on Huangquan Road, and you will become that lonely soul and wild ghost!"

Han Jiujiu said, looking at the old body in the hall that had fallen into a coma, he pondered for a while, turned the book to the page of the old grandfather, and silently led it lightly on the red sand that outlined his birth year, and a bright red ink like cinnabar quickly dyed the tip of the pen red, as if it had been dipped in an inkstone, bright red!

"There are many reincarnations, life and death are determined, and when you leave, you are still unstable!"

The female voice scolded lightly, and with a slight pen, the end of the pen full of cinnabar fell on the old grandfather's densely patterned forehead, and with one stroke, the void outlined a bright red mysterious pattern. Then, Han Jiujiu's pen tip was reversed, and he poked lightly with the unfamiliar pitch-black pen shaft, and said, "

"Definitely!"

He struck the bright red mystical pattern from his forehead into his body, and a burst of golden red shimmer that was invisible to the naked eye appeared, protecting the old body.

"Okay," Han Jiujiu put away her pen, and then her mind was full of thoughts, radiating like lightning and flint throughout the entire field: she needed to gather the scattered old grandfather's soul and two souls before four o'clock in the morning to form a complete soul, so that at the moment of real death, she would not become a lonely ghost!

"If only Joe were here......"

Ren Shennian spread out rapidly on the earth, Han Jiujiu's heart and mind, maybe the life of a mortal in his previous life was too deeply affected, so far Han Jiujiu still can't accept the eerie existence of Yin Spirit too much, it is not a question of whether he will be hurt, but a simple thought!

Thinking of every time Qiao Shi was there, he almost took care of this aspect in one fell swoop, and Han Jiujiu, who was trying to distract himself, thought for a long time: When he of course went to the land lord and divided his duties, he just threw out the task in this regard-

"Found it!"

Between the lightning and flint, two faintly shining shadows appeared in Han Jiujiu's divine thoughts, which were the two spirits that the old grandfather had escaped!

"But what about a soul?"

I don't have time to think about it, the arrangement of the hall here has been completed, and you can invite relatives and friends to come in and help prepare various matters.

I only heard the sound of a copper bell, and the old grandfather, who had been serving at the master's house for two days and two nights, as the only disciple of the ghost master's inheritance, was not only a more intimate existence than parents and children, but also as the presiding officer of the funeral.

Master, Master, like Master is like Father, to keep it to the end and send filial piety for it is the proper meaning.

At this time, he straightened the ghost master hat on his head, wore the strange ghost master robe handed down by the master, rang the welcome bell in his hand, led a group of relatives, and slowly opened the closed door, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he chanted:

"My relatives and neighbors gathered together today to wash and dress me. The clothes are covered with cold and bitter body, and the incense burns to send me a thousand miles ......"

The sound of small chanting makes people unable to hear the words clearly, and the ethereal and distant and distant are strange and strange.

The eldest son of the old grandfather is also the apprentice of the old grandfather, and the appearance of the beard stubble seems to have not rested for a long time, at this time, he stepped forward, stood side by side with him as a blood relative, led the family members behind him, and bowed to the people who came in quietly and thanked him.

At this time, it is not a condolence, but before the funeral, the relatives and friends rushed to see the old man for the last time, and began to help the family prepare for the funeral.

"It's almost twelve o'clock, and we have to hurry up ......"

Han Jiu said for a long time, looked at the time, jumped up, sat on Dou Zhan's body again, pulled his mane, and galloped towards the place guided by his divine thoughts-

"Hopefully, it's still too late!" 166 Reading Network