Chapter 235: Burial

Daoist Zifeng rolled his eyes and scolded the brazen Mr. Liu, but he forgot that it seemed that he had cheated others first, after all, Wang Fan's ability to teach Zhang Yi to rely on accounts was still taught by Daoist Zifeng.

After everyone fought and fell in love with each other, Daoist Zifeng also sank his face and told Mr. Liu about Old Qiu, Mr. Liu listened to Daoist Zifeng's words expressionlessly, after all, he knew from Daoist Zifeng's words just now that someone had an accident.

After Daoist Zifeng finished speaking, Mr. Liu lowered his face and said deeply: "I will help him fulfill Old Qiu's wish, and I will find a way to do the things of those fishermen and farmers in Wuxiang."

After talking about Qiu Lao, everyone felt that they had recovered a little, except for Wang Fan, who had passed out in a coma, and Lu Jianbo, who couldn't open his eyes, the rest of the people came to the vicinity of Qiu Lao's body again.

After everyone frowned and pondered and discussed, they still planned to bury Qiu Lao here. There are two reasons, one is that this place belongs to Wuxiang geographically, and since Qiu Lao has feelings for this land, it can be regarded as a kind of sustenance! The second is that Qiu Lao's body is too broken, and I don't know how many ways to go out, so it's really inconvenient to take it. After coming and going, everyone planned to bury Qiu Lao here.

Because Mr. Cang was too seriously injured and fell into a deep sleep, the wind priest originally wanted to wake up Mr. Cang, but after looking at the bald piece of Mr. Cang's buttocks, he still couldn't pull it out.

In the end, everyone had to dig a pit for Qiu Lao with a black knife, saying that everyone was digging it, but it was actually Qiu Shaotian and Zhang Yi who were digging. Zifeng Daoist was commanding like a contractor on the edge of the pit, and as soon as Mr. Liu heard that he had to do such a physically demanding thing as digging a pit, he sat on the ground and said that he was sick and couldn't lift the knife!

In the end, Qiu Shaotian and Zhang Yi took turns to replace, tired and sweaty, far away from the Jiuyin land, the edge of the stone wall finally dug a deep pit that could accommodate Qiu Lao, this is still because the black black knife is sharp and unparalleled, and the relationship between cutting stones is like cutting tofu, if there is no black black knife, Qiu Shaotian and Zhang Yi will be tired to death, and they will also dig this pit.

Zhang Yi climbed out of the pit, threw the black black knife in his hand at random, and lay directly next to Qiu Shaotian gasping for breath.

Daoist Zifeng didn't bother these two tired dogs, after all, only a black black knife could dig it, and sometimes it was dug with bare hands, and there was a vicious battle with the blood armor corpse before.

Daoist Zifeng stretched out his hand and pulled up Mr. Liu, who was possessed by the spirit next to him, and asked him to move Qiu Lao's body to the pit together.

Mr. Liu was still full of reluctance after being pulled up by Daoist Zifeng, but after hearing Daoist Zifeng's instructions, he immediately put away his reluctant look and accompanied Daoist Zifeng to move Old Qiu's body.

Soon, Mr. Qiu's body was moved to the pit, and Mr. Liu took the black knife of Ugin to sweep the mud and stone fragments that had just been dug up.

After burying Qiu Lao's body, Qiu Shaotian and Zhang Yi didn't continue to lie on the ground, they had already stood up and stood side by side with Zifeng Daoist Mr. Liu.

A very humble tomb, with no tombstones, no tombstones, no tombstones, no tombstones, only a handful of loess to hide, still deep underground.

Zhang Yi and his entourage stood in front of the tomb, and no one looked at this kind of tomb silently. After a long time, after the Wind Daoist Chief breathed a sigh of relief, he decisively turned around and left, and then the rest of the people also turned around and left.

There is no need for any remembrance, no vocabulary, no need for too many words, Qiu Lao died to protect what he wanted to protect. In a certain way, Qiu Lao also fulfilled his wish. On the other hand, it is also because Zhang Yi and others are accustomed to seeing life and death, and the first thing to do in this line of work is not Taoism but enlightenment, the consciousness of dying at any time.

After disposing of Qiu Lao's corpse, everyone sat together again and chatted, waiting for Lu Jianbo's eyes to recover before leaving here.

"You say, what's the matter with those eight golden chain patterns?" Qiu Shaotian pointed to the eight golden chain patterns outside the range of the Nine Yin Realm.

"Maybe it was done by that unknown Taoist priest decades ago." Zhang Yi said.

"Decades ago? And a few decades ago? Qiu Shaotian asked puzzled.

"You don't know?" Zhang Yi asked rhetorically, but after thinking about it, he also reacted, "That's right, you weren't there at that time." ”

After that, Zhang Yi organized the language and began to talk about what the old fisherman told them.

After Qiu Shaotian listened, he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth: "I'm ca!" A single person brushes a bloody corpse? has also sealed the blood armor corpse for so many years, this is too dick! ”

"That Taoist priest's Taoism should not only be that, the eight golden chain patterns should not be used to lock the blood armor corpse, but to lock the Nine Yin Land, which can also explain why I didn't feel the breath of the Nine Yin Land when I came to see it a few years ago." Daoist Zifeng touched his chin and continued: "According to that Taoist's Taoism, he can definitely destroy this blood armor corpse, but for some reason, he didn't destroy the blood armor corpse, but sealed it here."

"Could it be because this blood-armored corpse wants to detonate the Nine Yin Land, so the Taoist priest drew these eight golden chain patterns to lock the Nine Yin Land and the Blood Armor Corpse together?" Zhang Yi opened his mouth to put forward such a hypothesis.

"Maybe! Who knows that? Daoist Zifeng pulled the corners of his mouth, stretched out two fingers and said, "However, I can draw such a complex pattern formation with the strength of one person, and there are only two people with such profound Taoism I know."

"Which two?" Zhang Yi asked eagerly.

Daoist Zifeng whitened Zhang Yi, as if he was reproaching Zhang Yi for interrupting his words.

Zhang Yi glanced at Daoist Zifeng, scratched his head, smiled innocently, and motioned for Daoist Zifeng to continue.

Daoist Zifeng retracted his eyes, shook two fingers and said, "One of the people I know who has this kind of Taoism is my master and the current head of Maoshan." After Daoist Zifeng withdrew one finger, he left only the other finger, looked at Zhang Yi with deep meaning, and said lightly: "There is another one who is your master, Daoist Qingshan!"

"Huh!?" Σ(っ °Д °; )っ

The bad old man who knows all day long eating, drinking, sleeping and pit apprentices can actually fight with the current head of Maoshan?

"Uncle Feng! You're not kidding me? Zhang Yi swallowed his saliva and asked.

"Do I have a joking look on my face?" The corner of Zifeng Daoist's eyes jumped and said, "Your master's Taoism is definitely higher than you think."

Hearing what Daoist Zifeng said, Zhang Yi suddenly remembered that it seemed that when he went down the mountain with Daoist Qingshan to run a list before, all the evil things he encountered were all the evil things that Daoist Qingshan went up to press the evil things on the ground and beat them violently, and when K's only one breath was left, he threw them to Zhang Yi to practice his hands.