Hearing that the old monk said that he would go to the ancestral land of Bukong Mountain to be buried together, the carriage of the corpse clan marched in the direction of Lin Houwu before, and when he arrived at the place where the guards were guarded, Lin Xuezhi, who had just left, was waiting here, and when he saw the carriage of the corpse clan coming, he went straight to the carriage, and after saluting everyone, he said respectfully to the corpse of the corpse Liusan: "The clan elder instructed Xuezhi to wait for Mr. Corpse here, so as to guide Mr. to bury my clan." The uncle of the Dingping royal family belongs to the nineteenth room of my empty mountain, and the ancestor of my empty mountain belongs to the non-noon direction of the Difenkun District. After Xuezhi informed the clan yesterday, there were already nineteen clansmen taking care of it over there, and Mr. Corpse could go over now. ”

"Good. Corpse Liusan replied.

The carriage slowly walked towards the ancestral land, the ancestral land of the Shanlin clan was buried, and it has been inherited for more than ten epochs, and the patriarchs and descendants of the important clans of the Shanlin clan were buried in it. The reason for this is that the ancestral territory of the Lin clan in Bukong Mountain is not large, and it is only a mountain with five branches and seven burial veins, inheriting more than a dozen eras, and most places have been buried, and now the corpse clan is suddenly buried, although the Lin clan has a light on their faces, but this extra hundred burial grounds, even if the corpse clan will subsidize the burial veins to Bukong Mountain, but after all, it still takes advantage of the Lin family. Therefore, after the Bukong Mountain clan reported this matter to the clan yesterday, in order to prepare for this burial ground, several clan elders discussed for a long time before finally deciding on the burial place of the descendants of the branch of the Falling Moon Empire, and the corpse clan will be subsidized to the branch lineage. This is why there is a saying that the nineteen houses are taking care of the burial ground.

With the continuous deepening of the corpse clan's carriage, the ancestral land of the Bukong Mountain Lin clan also appeared in front of him. I saw a thousand-foot high mountain towering into the clouds, standing majestically. There are two branch mountains under the high mountain to this side, the clan Lin Xuezhi on one side introduced, there are three branches in the other direction, which add up to the so-called five branches of a mountain, and there are seven burial veins below each branch.

After listening to Lin Xuezhi's introduction, everyone continued to move forward with the carriage, and after arriving at the right branch mountain range, they began to walk along the branch mountain range Shinto, there are seven entrances in the direction of the main Shinto road in the north and south, each entrance is divided into the heavenly and earthly branches, the right branch mountain range is the third branch mountain range in the five branches of the Lin family's one mountain, the first entrance is Wuyin direction, followed by Ji Mao, Gengchen, Xin Si, to the fifth entrance to the noon to the back, the carriage turned directly in, half a mile forward, and then the vision suddenly opened, along the branch mountain terrain forward, a mile in front of a hundred zhang of the size of a lake, in front of the lake scattered burial places of different sizes, the so-called front has a photo and a back, but also probably nothing more than that.

Along the way, the old monk who rarely spoke, at this time, couldn't help but say: "The Divine Burial Mountain is known as the blessed land of the ancestors, it still makes sense, not to mention anything else, just looking at the burial ground of this branch of Ren Wuxiang can also be seen in general, the front shines on the back, gives birth to auspicious atmosphere, and protects the health of the younger generations, which is more than enough." ”

"I borrowed the master's auspicious words, and I still have to thank Mr. Corpse and his party and the master for their help in the funeral. "Clan Lin learns the way of humility.

As the carriage continued to move forward, when the carriage came to the lake, not far from the god ladder, the corpse girl Corpse Qiyi, who had not appeared for a long time, walked out of the hut, and after the corpse Liusan saw it, he asked her, "What happened to Lin?"

"I'm awake, so I'm about to come out. Corpse Seventy-One replied quietly, and after Corpse Sixty-Three heard this, he nodded and walked to the side.

At this time, on the side of the lower divine ladder, there were already hundreds of people waiting here, waiting for the corpse clan's carriage to stop. The young man who woke up not long after the hut was supported by the little monk, and he was also walking out.

"The little guy woke up, how do you feel?" Zhang Xusheng, an old man in black, hurriedly asked when he found the young man who came out.

"It's okay... It's okay..."Lin Liao looked at the old man's hideous face, and said with some startled, and his incoherent words were even more stammering.

"Just right, let's go down and have a look?" Seeing that the corpse clan in front of him had already begun to get out of the carriage, the old man in black said to Lin.

"Good. After speaking, with the help of the little monk, Lin Li got out of the carriage with everyone.

The nineteen-room clan who had been waiting for a long time at the bottom of the ladder was led by an old man who was about 100 years old, with gray temples and a blue and white beard. After seeing him, Lin Xuezhi, the son of the clan, respectfully introduced to the old monk and the corpse gentlemen: "This is the patriarch of Lin Houcong in the nineteenth room of my empty mountain, and he is currently serving as the patriarch of the elder in the Council of Elders. ”

"I've seen the old Lin clan. After the group greeted each other, the corpse of the corpse clan asked the elders of the Lin clan about their preparations again, and then said to the corpses, "You can start." ”

Immediately afterwards, the white-clothed corpses of the corpse clan took the lead with white flags, because the battle with the Demon God Temple Heavenly Evil General this morning had damaged a group of corpse clansmen, and the number of people was not enough, the nineteen Fang Lin clan people who were waiting on the side were also specially invited to help carry the flags. After that, with the corpse of 70,000 hands holding the coffin as the head, followed by the mighty group of coffins, along the steps of the Shinto, until the halfway of the Renwu branch burial ground. A flat slope about a dozen zhang square in size, the burial place of Lin Zhenming, the king of Dingping of the Falling Moon Empire, was placed here. Previously, the Lin clan had cleared the weeds and gravel on the flat slope, and then after all the corpse clans came to the flat slope, the corpse six or seven held the star compass in their hands, walked slowly along the entire flat slope, and after delineating the large and small hundreds of ten positions, they said hoarsely to the corpse six and three: "It's okay." ”

So, the corpse 63 on the side summoned the corpse 65 and the corpse 76 and others who followed him, and said to them, "Let's start." ”

Under the gaze of the nineteen Lin clansmen and the old monks, thieves and others, the corpse six or five held the dust, the corpse seven or six held a bouquet of high incense, first worship the sky, then worship the ground, and finally salute in the direction of the ancestral mountain of the Lin clan in the non-empty mountain, after paying tribute to the ancestral hall, the corpse six or five held the dust, and quickly sketched it with the dust one by one on the flat slope, and then the left hand single-knotted the seal, and the right hand held the dust to the land in front of it. ”

I saw the flat slope ground, as if suddenly listening to the call, the place that had just been pointed rose to the ground one after another, and the high one had even crossed the ground half a zhang, and the pits of different sizes inside appeared. When they got to all the places where they were buried, they were raised two feet above the ground. The corpse six or five by the dust to the sky, the mouth of the spell constant, the left hand and the right hand intersected, the law seal continued one after another, after a few breaths, the corpse six or five hands held the seal, facing the front of the slope, loud edict: "The dragon soars in the sky, the earth buries the golden immortal, Tibetan blessing Naxian, longevity and longevity." ”

As the edict was spoken, all the graves that were raised in mid-air gathered together, hovered up like a flying dragon, and flew directly to the side to take over the dusty corpse Liuwu. The corpse Liuwu indifferently shook the sky with a whisk, and the flying dragon coming towards him hovered directly above his head and never fell. After seeing that most of the spell was completed, Corpse Liuwu said to Corpse Liusan: "The third brother can be buried." ”

After hearing this, the corpse 63 nodded to the corpse 70,000, and the corpse 70,000 directly held the coffin with both hands, and walked towards the largest cemetery in the middle. The pale young man Lin who saw this scene on the side said casually: "The breeze is coming, the dragon is hidden in the fog, the weather is thousands, there is such a spirit, and the land is good." The Lin family is blessed, and after the nineteenth room, maybe there will be a few characters. ”

The old monk who heard this on the side also looked at it seriously, only to see the 70,000 corpses that were walking towards the largest cemetery step by step, although the coffin in his hands was heavy, but he walked very steadily, and the footprints under his feet were as deep as one. As for the so-called weather, the old monk's eyes were even more poisonous, and after looking at the four directions of Pingpo, he watched the corpse 70,000 move forward step by step, the old monk's eyes became clearer and clearer, and he turned to the patriarch of the nineteenth room of the Bukong Shanlin clan and the son of the Bukong Shanlin clan who were watching beside him: "Who did this cemetery belong to?"

Hearing this, the son of the Bukong Shanlin clan didn't understand what the old monk was referring to for a while, and said directly respectfully: "Tell the master, this cemetery was originally the nineteenth room of my clan, because the uncle of the Dingping King Lin Zhenming of the Falling Moon Empire happened to be the heir of the nineteenth room, so he was buried here, and it was also regarded as a return to the roots and returned to the ancestral mountain." As for who the specific cemetery belongs to, you have to ask the old Lin people. ”

Immediately, the old monk turned his eyes to the patriarch of the nineteenth room on the side, Lin Houcong, who was the patriarch of the nineteenth room, after listening to the words of the Bukong Mountain clan, stroked the ruler-long green and white beard and said: "This place is the burial place of my house in the ancestral mountain, this flat slope is the land that the old man left to himself for ten thousand years, but my heirs under the house, actually suffered this disaster, when receiving the notice from the clan, the old man had no other way but to sacrifice his own blessed land for ten thousand years." ”

After listening to this, the old monk's originally plain eyes lit up slightly, the patriarch of the nineteenth room is still a little courageous, if it is someone else of other clans, even if it is his own people, even if it is a corpse clan to welcome the funeral, even if it is an order from the clan, if he wants to dedicate his own 10,000-year blessed land, it is not easy, how can he be like Lin Houcong, who directly dedicated his 10,000-year land.

"Can the old man listen to the old man?"

Lin Houcong, the patriarch of the nineteenth room, looked at the old monk in front of him who was like a Buddha statue, although he didn't know who this person was, but he only looked at the descendants of the clan so respectful and polite, and he knew that he was not an ordinary simple person. So he said politely: "Master, please speak." ”

"Uncle, if you have grandchildren and great-grandchildren, who are not very old, after the burial of King Dingping's family, you will be blessed to serve this burial ground for a few years?"

Hearing this, the nineteenth room old man couldn't help but light up, he is currently under his knees, there are a lot of grandchildren, but the great-grandson, the youngest son, is a clever ghost, and he is only five or six years old, if according to the master, this age is just right. The old man who had made a decision in his heart saluted the old monk and said, "Thank you for telling me." ”

Hearing this, the pale young man Lin also smiled, this burial ground is indeed the top good place in this Renwu inward, but if the old man in charge of the nineteenth room is buried, the good fortune is limited, after all, his heirs are too many and too miscellaneous, the good fortune of this burial place is apportioned, and each branch and each room are also limited, and now they will be buried in the line of the king of Dingping, this is the whole family of the whole family after the branch of the nineteen rooms, the good fortune continues, the old man gives up this burial ground, and he can also bless a few good seedlings. Do it directly according to the old monk's words, it is wonderful, the blessing of the burial of the king of Dingping, eighty or ninety percent will fall to the people who serve, this grace and this feeling, it is estimated that the old monk is also looking at the nineteenth room of the old man directly dedicated his blessed land, before he told it, otherwise, it is really not worth the old monk to say so much.

After hearing this, Lin Xuezhi, the son of the Bukong Mountain Clan, also said to Lin Houcong, the patriarch of the Nineteenth Chamber, with a happy face: "Congratulations to the clan grandfather, you can call Xiao Qian here." It will be beneficial. ”

"Yes, yes, as I thought, the old man looks a little clever at the moment, that is, he. The patriarch of the nineteenth room, who laughed, stroked his white beard and said.

The burial on one side continued, and the 70,000 corpses of the dragon and tiger finally stepped to the middle burial ground, and the other corpses also carried the coffins to their respective burial grounds. I saw that the corpse 70,000 was holding the coffin with one hand and sealing it with one hand, and the other corpses followed suit, and when everyone completed the law seal, the corpse 70,000 and the corpses gradually retreated to the side and stood still. I saw the No. 10 coffin, hovering on the flat slope burial ground, the corpse of the previous practice was six or five, and then walked to the middle of the Dingping Wang Lin Town burial place, and whisked the left and right sides of the bronze coffin. Then he cleared his mouth and said: "Today, there is the heir of the nineteen houses of the Lin clan in Bukong Mountain, and the family of Lin Zhenming, the king of Dingping of the Falling Moon Empire, and the family will return to their roots, and rest in the ancestral land of the Lin clan in Bukong Mountain." Dust to dust, soil to soil, Xianze descendants will always help each other. Fall. ”

As soon as the words came out, the hundreds of coffins that had just hovered in the air slowly fell into the tomb. The corpse Liuwu then brushed the dust and continued to shake it back and forth, saying: "The dragon returns to the wild, and Anji is in the soil." Sacrifice!"

All the soil of the tomb that had been raised and crossed in one place before returned to the tomb after the sacrificial word came out, and after a while, more than a hundred grave piles appeared on the flat slope. The corpse holding incense on the side is seven or six, from the Qiankun bracelet, take out a large handful of incense, shake the hand and light it, and distribute it to the clansmen of the nineteen rooms of the Lin family one by one, and then under the leadership of the patriarch of the seven six and nineteen rooms of the corpse, each grave is offered a bunch of incense, and after the worship ceremony is completed, the day has been hanging in the sky, at noon, the lake opposite the flat slope protrudes with bursts of ripples, and then the breeze comes, when this wisp of breeze crosses the flat slope, just the incense inserted in the memorial service, it burns in an instant, and the green smoke that rises slowly, around the whole flat slope blessed land, does not disperse for a long time。

After seeing this scene, Lin Houcong, the patriarch of the nineteenth house of Bukong Mountain, made a more definite decision in his heart, and when the Hui clan decided to let Xiao Qian come here to guard the tomb for three years, he should give the late Dingping King Lin Zhenming his grandson to extend the incense.

After the funeral, after the memorial service, everyone did not stay for long, and the corpse Liusan gave Lin Houcong a careful explanation, and told the sacrifice matters. With the two brothers of the thief and the old monk going down the mountain together, as soon as they came to the Shinto place of the branch mountain range, they saw Lin Houwu waiting on the side from a distance.

The carriage of the corpse clan immediately stopped at Lin Houwu's place, everyone got off the car one by one, and after seeing the ceremony, Lin Houwu told the ancestor of the Lin clan in Bukong Mountain that the coffin opening ceremony was about to begin, and he came to welcome everyone up the mountain to see the ceremony.

So, the group took the corpse carriage again, and under the guidance of Lin Houwu, they followed the main shrine road to the main mountain burial vein of Bukong Mountain.