The new calendar of the Chinese country, the beginning of spring in 1980. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky in Linjiang City was gray, and in the crematorium of Linjiang City, a Taoist priest died.

The atmosphere was solemn, and the procession of sending the spirit was mighty, 100 meters long.

The sky was drizzling, and the first spring rain came as scheduled, unable to sweep away the haze overhead.

One, two, three, five, ten.

The mourners were successively presented with white flowers and placed in the coffin.

Close the coffin, cry the spirit, and raise the spirit.

A tall old man at the head turned his head, and his tiger eyes were red: "After all, he is dead." ”

Most of the mourners wore robes with black satin and white stripes around their arms. There are also those who wear black forged thin shirts directly and put them on the outside.

The suona sounded, the tall old man stood in the front, holding the coffin, followed by a middle-aged Taoist priest with a long figure, a lewd Taoist priest, a black-faced Taoist priest, and a middle-aged man with a resolute cheek.

"Kuishan Ge Zhan, his own reward is one hundred and forty hangs, buy a Yin official to open the way, and send Yunzun for eternity!"

Directly in front of the coffin, a man who sprinkled paper money, speaking with a northern accent, sang and drank almost to cover the sound of suona, opening the way for the team of Fuling.

"Seven Star Palace Chu Dao, his own reward is one hundred and forty hangs, buy a Yin official to open the way, and send Yunzun through the ages!"

"Qingzhu Mountain Wu Xiong, his own reward is one hundred and forty hangs, buy a Yin official to open the way to send Yunzun through the ages!"

"Kuishan Jing Sansheng, his own reward is one hundred and twenty hangs, buy a little ghost to avoid it, and send Yunzun through the ages!"

"Qingzhu Mountain Yu Yuexian, my own reward is one hundred and twenty hanging ......"

There was crying, but it was small, more silent mourning.

The paper money was thrown into the sky vigorously, and it was hit by raindrops, and the forehead of the person who helped the spirit was moist, covering his eyes.

Behind the coffin, there was a middle-aged tailor with a wooden expression, a tailor woman with a charming face, who was dazed, and they looked towards the window of the crematorium.

In the window on the second floor, a young man less than thirty years old held a teacup and looked at the team below, silent.

"Xiao Wang, aren't we going to send it off?"

A slightly older middle-aged man asked.

"Send a fart!!"

The young man scolded in a low voice, "He doesn't deserve to die!" He shouldn't have gone north to the Yellow River! Farce, it's all farce! What a north-south dispute, Buyeo orthodoxy, it's all!! ”

The young man's eyes were bloodshot, and there were tears rolling in his eyes: "I, Wang Shouyi, will never have the slightest contact with these people from the Southern Sect from now on, I will do what I say!" ”

The middle-aged man was silent, and after a while, hummed a tune softly.

The song is called "Jiaolong Fan".

The general chapter sings the story of the son of the general soldier who saved the son of the prime minister and got the treasure Jiaolong fan, but was coveted by the other party and falsely accused and framed, causing the whole family of the general soldier to be beheaded.

The play was very long, and the middle-aged man only sang for a while, and when he saw the team going away, he stopped.

At the end of this song, the son of the general soldier and his sister who escaped finally killed the enemy.

The middle-aged man looked at the rain and fog and muttered, "Hmm...... The cause and effect owed will have to be repaid sooner or later. ”

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The team that sent the spirit walked around Yuetan Mountain three times, and still returned to the crematorium.

At the door, Wang Shouyi stood in the rain and stopped the team that was about to enter.

"Master Yang, it should be buried in Wuwei Mountain."

The tall old man at the head looked down at a young man, stopped himself, and said silently: "Yang Shen said before his death that after death, the remnants of his body are willing to turn into ashes and accompany the boundless karmic fire. ”

Wang Shouyi's gaze turned to the others, and he trembled a little: "You Nanzong, what a bunch of garbage. ”

Suona came to an abrupt end.

The team of Fuling was furious.

"Boy! Don't rely on your proximity to Yun Zun, you dare to speak wildly! ”

In the team, a resolute and burly middle-aged man walked out, "Kuishan Jing Sansheng, do you want to try it with me?" ”

Behind Wang Shouyi, a middle-aged man who had just sung a song came out: "My name is Qu Chengyang, Yang Ye once instructed me, how about I try it with you?" ”

-for-tat, which made the atmosphere awkward.

The old man at the head said: "North of the Yellow River, you and Yang Shen also went, do you think it will be okay if he doesn't go?" Yang Shen took the old man and Zuo Jinchen, jumped Wuwei Mountain, Zuo Jinchen got the fire seal of karma, and when he went back, he raised the Blood Interception Sect, and made the Yellow River a hundred miles of floating corpses, he didn't listen to me, killed Zuo Jinchen, and let the Blood Interception Sect become bigger, what do you say? ! Tell me. ”

The old man's voice was majestic, with a dragon groan, in the twilight rain, like a human dragon, looking at the young man in front of him.

Wang Shouyi was not afraid, and pouted: "I know you, your name is Ge Zhan!" Listen, it's okay not to take Yang Ye to Wuwei Mountain for burial, but you can only send it here. ”

Qu Chengyang took a step forward: "Leave the body to us, the last journey, the two of us will send it." ”

Seeing that his team was in a stalemate with the other party, a lewd and sloppy Taoist priest came out: "Hehe, don't be angry, they are all Taoist friends on the road of life and death, and they have just returned from the north of the Yellow River side by side, so they won't make a big move." ”

The obscene Taoist priest looked at Ge Zhan and said with a smile: "Uncle Ge, you also have injuries on your body, so don't say a word." We should have sent it too, send Yang Ye away today, let's not be hurt and angry, how about handing over the body to them? ”

Ge Zhan was silent, Jing Sansheng stood in front of him, his eyes were sharp, and he pointed at the nose of the obscene Taoist: "Wu Xiong, are you teaching my uncle what to do?" ”

Behind the obscene Taoist priest, a black-faced Taoist priest walked out: "Jing Sansheng, my senior brother is the first in Qingzhu Mountain, the sect master of the Southern Sect, you'd better show me some respect!" ”

Jing Sansheng laughed: "The first seat? Suzerain? The spanked fart is rolling and urinating, and you dare to call the sect master?! He couldn't even get Zuo Jinchen to die, if it weren't for Yang Ye and my uncle, he would have died a long time ago! ”

The black-faced Taoist priest was furious: "Jing Sansheng, you try it again?!" ”

Jing Sansheng said coldly: "Yu Yuexian, I put up with you once, and this is also the last time." All cause and effect are provoked by you, don't be shameless in front of me! ”

"Enough is enough!!"

As soon as Ge Zhanlong groaned, the raindrops in the air were shattered.

"Yang Shen said that Wu Xiong is the first seat of the Southern Sect. I, Ge Zhan, recognized him as the first seat, Sansheng, listened to him, and handed Yang Shen's body to the kid opposite. This is a crematorium, what to do, let's not point fingers. ”

After Ge Zhan said that, Jing Sansheng glared at the black-faced Taoist priest, walked back behind Ge Zhan, and beckoned a few people to carry the body.

Wang Shouyi called someone, carefully carried the body to the wheeled car, looked at the old man with a serene expression, his eyes were red, he raised his head and looked at them with a sneer: "A plate of loose sand, I also feel that I can fight for Yu orthodoxy!" If I were from Fuyu Mountain, I would have found a piece of tofu and killed me. ”

Including Ge Zhan, everyone's faces were not good-looking.

Indeed, this time, too reckless.

They looked at the middle-aged man who had just sprinkled the paper money, and the middle-aged man was also standing in the rain with his hands in his cotton sleeves.

His clothes are tattered and shabby compared to everyone else, and he is pitiful.

"Uncle Ge......" The man saw Ge Zhan looking over, and barely showed a simple smile, but was slapped hard by Ge Zhan.

"The surname is Ning, go back and tell your master, let him sit through the prison."

The middle-aged man was incredulous, and said with difficulty: "The rivers and lakes are far away, the temples are high, how can we have dealings with the temples in the way of life and death......"

Ge Zhan grabbed his collar and said, "You should be glad that I have dealings with the temple, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, you and your master are now dead." ”

The middle-aged man was silent.

The body was sent away, and the light rain stopped after a while.

Wang Shouyi stood at the door of the crematorium and looked at the group of people with hostility.

"Where's the urn?"

Wang Shouyi stretched out his hand and asked towards Ge Zhan.

In this era, cremation in Linjiang City was not popular, and funeral homes did not prepare urns, all of which were prepared by family members.

When Wang Shouyi stretched out his hand, Ge Zhan was obviously sluggish.

"Not ready?" Wang Shouyi squinted, his face was a little ugly.

The urn is made by a carpenter before the cremation of the deceased, and at the worst level, a beautiful jar will be found. But obviously, Ge Zhan didn't know about this kind of thing.

He turned his head to look at the tall Taoist priest.

"Chu Dao, where is the urn you prepared?"

When the tall Taoist priest saw Ge Zhan's forced gaze, he was stunned at first, and then cold sweat flowed, "Uncle Ge, you didn't say anything in advance......"

"I ask you what about the urn?!" Ge Zhan roared in a low voice again.

On the side, the obscene Taoist priest came out: "Uncle Ge is angry, I don't know if I should say a sentence or not?" ”

The crowd turned their eyes to him.

Jing Sansheng said: "Wu Xiong, let go of a fart!" ”

"You ......" Yu Yuexian's face darkened, ready to get angry, the first seat of the Southern Sect was completely ignored by them, which made him, a junior brother, very worthless for his senior brother.

The obscene Taoist priest raised his hand to stop Yu Yuexian, and he laughed and said: "Yang Ye said to me before he died, after he died, when he turned into ashes, someone sent the urn over. ”

"Fuck you!"

Jing Sansheng picked up Wu Xiong's collar, but his back was pasted with a piece of talisman paper and he couldn't move.

"Humph!" Jing Sansheng's stiff body suddenly shook, as if a stuck machine suddenly moved, and the rune paper instantly shattered.

Wu Xiong didn't say much, just looked at Ge Zhan.

Ge Zhan lowered his head and pondered for a while, then got up and said, "Okay, you are the sect master, the old man listens to you, the old man is waiting here, you, wait for me too." ”

Ge Zhan's eyes were full of warnings.

Wu Xiong: "......"

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