Zhao family compound, two big red lanterns replaced by white, black words fluttering with the wind, wreaths at the door in rows, piles of yellow paper, a paper tied white horse standing in front of the door, a black wooden coffin in the courtyard stopped in the middle, the coffin head a four-cornered copper tripod, the tripod is filled with millet, also full of incense, Zhao Jiajian character son Men Ding waist tied hemp rope, head heavy filial piety, vertical foot roots.

Eight grandmen and granddaughters of the cold character generation knelt in the second row, the second button position under the waist, tied with a white filial piety belt!

Other Zhao family side branches, men with black filial piety sleeves on their left arms, and women with white flowers on their left chests, the scene is ** and solemn!

In front of the coffin, the second old man Zhao Hua was dressed in a black suit, with a haggard face, holding a folded book in his hand, and there were words in his mouth!

"Zhao Rong, the third generation of Zhao Rong, 84 years old, 24 years old, 24 years of family business, Yang Shou is not over, was killed by a traitor, Zhao Jiamen Ding descendants must thoroughly investigate this matter to take revenge, in order to comfort the soul of the deceased in the sky, the deceased will keep my Zhao family safe, stick to the century-old foundation, and never live up to the family business that the old man Zhao Rong Ma has fought all his life, may the deceased rest in peace, and the descendants will be blessed with the sky"!

"The deceased rest in peace, and the descendants are blessed"

The shouting in the Zhao family's compound was deafening, and the echo was unconscious!

When the Zhao family was grief-stricken, there was a rattle outside the door, and I saw a soldier standing outside the door looking into the courtyard, dressed in a soap-colored robe, carrying a red peachwood sword, a white long flag in his left hand, with four big characters written on it, his right hand held in front of his chest, holding a string of copper bells, jingling bells and ringing!

The Taoist priest said to himself: "It's a pity that the huge family industry is about to collapse, and there is no one to inherit it, it's a pity, it's a pity!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a person swooped out of the crowd of the Zhao family, a big man about 20 years old and 2 meters tall, pointing at the Taoist priest's nose and opening his mouth, he scolded, "What the is the stupid old man B, if you dare to say a word of nonsense, I will kick you to death."

"Leng Feng, step aside, invite the Taoist Master in, I have something to say" The second old man said.

In the inner hall, there were only the three old men and the Taoist priest Zhao Hua politely asked what the words just now meant, and the Taoist priest did not answer, but just paced around the house, looking around, shaking his head while looking, "It's a pity, it's a pity"!

"The Zhao family has been inherited for nearly a hundred years, I see that the dark clouds over Miaotou Village are not dispersed, the Zhao family's Yin Hall is black, lifeless, it seems that the number of qi has been exhausted, the departure of the old man is just a beginning, if it can't be properly handled, the Zhao family of nearly 400 people will be empty."

Hearing this, the two old men were stunned as if they had been struck by lightning, and only the third old man, Zhao Fu, was expressionless, casually fiddling with an imperial blood dragon wood bracelet.

The fourth old man, Zhao Gui, said sharply, "I said that you must not touch the rules left by the ancestors, this is good, he Zhao Rong made his own mistakes, and the whole clan has to be buried with him."

"So how can we break the taboo? If the Taoist knows the method, my Zhao family will be grateful, and I hope that the Taoist will give guidance."

"Where do I know these things, but I don't want to see death without help, if you want to keep the Zhao family's century-old foundation and family, remember the eight sentences left on the table by my Maoshan Yin Lao Dao, maybe I can help you survive this catastrophe"! At this time, Yin Laodao has disappeared!

At some point, there was an extra piece of yellow paper on the table, on which eight sentences were neatly written!

Life is unsatisfactory

A wicked man is his own hell

The dead are all forsaken

A blessed place of danger

Gluttonous people also go

The full moon is full of people's rhythm

The sarcophagus is full of dry bone offerings

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