Lin Xuezhi, the son of the Bukong Mountain Clan, flew over lightly, and Lin Bo behind him also crossed over. After the two arrived at the flat car, they each saluted. Then, Mr. Corpse Liusan led the Bukong Mountain Clan and Lin Bo to the place where the plane had been parked before.

When the people of the Bukong Mountain came to the place where the coffin was parked, they saw that the eyes were full of coffins, and the flat cars of the corpse clan of twenty or thirty zhang were actually parked full, and the gods in front of the coffin were full of large and small god cards, and the big gold characters above the god cards were painted "so not empty mountains and forests" and "so not empty mountains and forests", which was particularly eye-catching. The cold wind blew in the early morning, and the white spirit flag next to the coffin fluttered with the wind, passing by at a glance, all of them were white and heavy spirit flags, and the Bukong Mountain clan who saw this situation immediately shed tears, and Lin Bo, who followed behind him, clenched his fists with both hands, and the green tendons loomed, and he suddenly said in a deep voice: "Which thief dares to deceive me and no one in the empty mountain?"

Lin Xuezhi, the son of the clan who wiped away two lines of tears, bowed to the corpse Liusan beside him, bowed again, and said in a choked voice:

"After I finish worshipping my uncle's family, please ask Mr. Corpse to tell me the reason why my uncle was slaughtered, this thief is indeed too rampant, and he deceives me and no one. ”

"Well said, well said, let the clan go and worship beforehand. After the corpse 63 finished speaking, he gestured to the corpse 76 on the side, the corpse 76 walked to the front of the case, and after his hands were sealed, he slapped it towards the corner of the case, and a drawer of divine incense appeared in front of him, and the corpse 76 picked up a bundle of divine incense, shook it casually, and the divine incense burned, and turned his head to Lin Xue to know:

"Clan, please come with me. ”

Lin Xuezhi and Lin Bo followed the corpse Qiliu and took the lead in front of the bronze coffin, and the corpse Qiliu gave the clan and Lin Bo a bouquet of incense respectively, and then stood aside and said:

"Therefore, it is not empty of the coffin of the mountain forest town name. ”

Looking at the huge ink-colored bronze coffin, the tall white flags on the side swayed in the wind, the clan who had just wiped his eyes, and cleared two lines of tears, and after a while the mood calmed down, he stepped forward and shook it to the end, and finally couldn't help but be sad, and half knelt on the ground, and said in a deep voice:

"Bukong Mountains and Forests learn to worship the clan uncle, the clan uncle has a spirit, please witness the nephew avenging the clan uncle. After worshipping, he inserted a bouquet of incense in his hand into the small incense burner in front of the bronze coffin, and then Lin Bo also stepped forward to salute, without saying a word, but his eyes were red, which showed his anger.

Seeing that Lin Bo also inserted the fragrance, Qiliu took the two of them to the cypress coffin next to the bronze coffin, stood aside, and said:

"Therefore, it is not empty of the coffin of the mother of the mountain and forest. ”

Another worship, and then the next, when all the places where the coffins were worshipped, at this time, a red sun was already hanging in the east. Seventy-six walked ahead. The first to return to the Divine Case Office to give a salute to Corpse Liusan and then retreated to the side, at this time, the Bukong Mountain Clan, who came over, had calmed down a lot, and he arched his hand towards Corpse Liusan and said:

"Let Mr. Corpse smile, learn to meet this major event for the first time, I hope to forgive me for the rudeness. ”

"The clan is serious, the clan is pure in temperament, benevolent, rare. Corpse Liusan said in a deep voice.

"Mr. Corpse has praised it falsely, please inform me about the Falling Moon Empire Clan Uncle. ”

"Seventy-six, you come, you are the first to enter the palace to collect the funeral, and tell the people all you know. ”

"Yes, Third Uncle. Qiliu on the side said respectfully. Then he told the Bukong Mountain clan and Lin Bo about the funeral, pretending, and sacrificing after arriving at Sunset City, no matter how big or small, all of them were finished, and even the branch genealogy clan war was also said, and he informed the remnant soul of King Dingping.

After listening carefully to the story of the corpse Qiliu and pondering for a long time, Lin Xue knew:

"Thank you for the great grace of the gentlemen of the corpse clan, and after discussing with the elders in the Divine Burial Mountain, in case the soul-attracting green lantern left by His Majesty the Emperor is useless, see if the elders in the clan carry their own genealogy. It's good to lead the remnant soul of the uncle into the spectrum. Learning knowledge will not bother all gentlemen, and after learning and knowing the elders, I will welcome you gentlemen to the ancestral land to watch the ceremony. ”

After a polite word of thanks, Zilin of the Bukong Mountain Clan gave a salute. Returning to the Wyvern Pony carriage, the carriage flew up in an instant. Pulling the Bukong Mountain clan and his party towards the Divine Burial Mountain.

At this time, the corpse clan who stayed on the flat car, after seeing off the Bukong Mountain clan and his party, the first to break the dullness was the large corpse of 70,000.

"This clan is too sour, although they know etiquette, they are not domineering enough, and they are not comparable to His Majesty the Thief Emperor. ”

"There are a few people in this world who can compare with His Majesty the Thief Emperor. It is not bad for a family member of a big family to be able to do his part, know the number of etiquette, know the importance of things, do not procrastinate, and it is still good to learn from the family of the empty mountain clan, this person is a person who can do things. The corpse Liusan, who had been pondering for a while, spoke.

"Indeed, the family family, although there are many talented clan daughters, but they are not arrogant and conceited, they are domineering, or there is no one in their eyes, it is not easy to do this kind of etiquette and proportion. The corpse on the side, who had not spoken for a long time, said hoarsely.

"Well, it's not easy, but what, it's far worse than the little princess of my clan. ”

was looking at the corpse of the red sun in the distance Liuwu said quite arrogantly, but he didn't notice the hut behind him, after reading the book, the corpse Qiyi who moved out was raising his eyes to look at this, and when he heard the words of the fifth uncle, the cold corpse Qiyi spoke, and his voice was cold and crisp.

"Fifth uncle, this is tormenting the little girl, I can't afford this reputation. ”

"Haha, Qiyi is out, the scenery is good today, and the sun is also very good, do you want to accompany the fifth uncle to bask in the sun?"

Corpse Six Five looked at him left and right, and Seventy One didn't care, and saluted Corpse Six Three:

"Third uncle, it seems that this Bukong Mountain Ancestral Land is indeed the person who buried the Lin family's fake death and burial, but if it should be the Xinghe Crossing Saint according to inference, why don't you see the people of the Xinghe Crossing?"

"This thing is also strange, before we speculated that the Xinghe Crossing saint faked his death and was buried, waiting for the heavenly opportunity, but now this posture looks at the situation, it may be the people who are not empty mountains who are buried, so that the Xinghe Crossing Lin clan did not participate, or the Xinghe Crossing came to the God Burial Mountain, but did not show up, but this possibility is extremely low. If it is the ancestor of Xinghedu, it has nothing to do with the direct ancestor relationship with the current Bukong Mountain lineage, at most it is just an ancestor who has been separated by many generations, and the blood relationship is more than one level worse. Bukong Mountain is so active, at present, the most likely is that the ancestors of Bukong Mountain are faked to die and buried. ”

"Shall we prepare first?" After listening to the words of the corpse Liusan, the cold girl in front of the hut said lightly.

"Preparations? What preparations are there until now? Anyway, they have all entered the Divine Burial Mountain early, and the clan should have something to deal with. Besides, his clan has invited me to wait, can the clan not invite? Let's send the funeral to the ancestral land of Bukong Mountain first as planned, and talk about other things. ”

"Okay, Third Uncle. "Okay, third brother. The people on the side replied.

Seeing that everyone was busy with their own work, the corpse 63 walked in front of the flat car, looking at the direction of the Divine Burial Mountain, and still taking into account the twists and turns that Uncle Wuyi told him before he came, but the matter has not been fulfilled until now, is it really necessary to go to the Divine Burial Mountain to know?

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In the separation area of the Divine Burial Mountain, at this time, the sun was already hanging high, and everyone who was resting in the valley of the mountain stream had already woken up. The old monk is teaching the little monk to write scriptures, a teenager, patience is always not as long as the heart comes, not to mention that there is a black-clothed boy of the same age on the side, holding a small flamingo in the sun, frolicking. Although he couldn't speak, he saw that there were ripples on the young man's pale face, and the old man in black and the middle-aged man on the side knew that the mute young man at this time was extremely happy. This troubled the little monk on the other side, and I saw him pick up the purple bamboo wolf pen and write quickly on the Xuanhuang paper:

"World-honored one, good man, good woman, develop the three bodhicittas of the three bodhichitta, and the clouds should dwell and the clouds should subdue their minds. The Buddha said: 'Good, good!'" After writing, he threw away his pen directly, and regardless of the old monk beside him, he ran directly to the pale young man, and with him, he played with the little flamingo who had just woken up. Look at the Xuanhuang paper at this time, although the little monk is not very attentive to writing, the handwriting is sloppy, but there is also the innocence of the child's original heart, the stroke turns, although it is immature and pale, but the words can still be recognized.

Seeing that the little monk was playing happily, the old monk on the side did not scold and stop it. Just carefully put the little monk aside the pen and paper, put it away, and took the Buddhist text he just wrote to look at it carefully, and saw that the pen was like a snake and a dragon, and the ghost painted a peach talisman, and couldn't help but laugh. At this time, the people of the Black Evil Army in Night City, who had packed up everything, were gathering on the side, and the dog master, who was in the right team, walked over to the old monk and said respectfully:

"Master, I'm about to set off, and I don't know if the master will go with me. ”

Seeing that this black evil army was upright, as respectful as before, whether it was his strong eyesight or his deep understanding of the world, the old monk felt that it was still comfortable, so he said kindly:

"Don't bother the donor, the poor monks and others will go with the thieves who steal the door. Meeting is fate, and the old man sent the donor a sentence, 'Don't do it when you can't do it, there is no place for people in the sky.'" After saying this, the old monk didn't speak, but gave the scriptures written by the little monk in his hand directly to the dog master, and the dog master walked back to the team in a daze.

The second-rate who was waiting on the side saw that he was looking at the dog master with the scriptures in his hand in a daze, stepped forward and patted him, and said:

"What's the matter, dog. What good things did the master give you?"

The dog master who came back to his senses showed the second-rate the scriptures scribbled by the little monk in his hand, and in the corner of the Xuanhuang paper, when the little monk was not paying attention, it was stained with the wrist print of the ink on the paper. At the same time, he also said the old monk's words of warning directly to the second-rate listeners. After listening, the second-rate said directly: "Master Dog, could it be that the master saw that I was waiting for this trip unknown, you also saw it last night, the brothers who stole the door didn't dare to say that the master's physiognomy was bad, if this is the case, I have to find a chance to get out." ”

"Let's not worry about this for now, let's go directly to the Difenkun District and join up with the rest of the Black Evil Army. After finishing speaking, Master Gou turned to the two brothers who stole the door, and after saying goodbye, he led the team away.

As soon as the Black Demon Army left, only the three thieves and the old monk were left in the entire valley, and Zhang Xusheng, an old man in a black suit, walked directly to the old monk.

"Old bald donkey, when are you leaving. You, the character of a master, will also be with me and other roosters and dogs?"

Ignoring the ridicule in the conversation, the old monk said indifferently: "Master Zhang, if the poor monk leaves, it is the gods and Buddhas who can be together, and the ghosts and animals are not disgusted." As for the hour, wait until the two little guys have had fun, the flamingo in your young man's hand is good, and Master Zhang can be willing to do it. ”

"Hey, what's so reluctant? It's a teenager's is a teenager's, even if you can become a fairy beast in the future, it's the same, I'm a thief in the door, I'm still a little particular, in this world, it's enough to be a little particular. The old man also ignored the secret damage and wit in the old monk's words, for the flaminge, although it was a bit of an envious young man's chance, but it is difficult for a strong man, and this kind of thing is not beautiful after all, not to mention that he has a little affection with the little guy all the way. Life is not easy, like the little guy, according to what the old monk said, maybe he will suffer a lot of sin in the future, and how good it is to have such a happy time as today.

The two who stopped talking waited until the two little ones had had enough of playing and were tired before calling them over to rest. After resting, everyone went straight to the road, the old monk walked in front, the young man with two shoulders on his back followed, and finally the old man in black and the middle-aged man.