Leanist, sure enough, something happened.

Next to the yurt, on the pillars outside the sheepfold, there were no rotating lights hanging to frighten the wolves.

The yak broke free from the ground, the sheep in the sheepfold bleated hungrily, and the mastiff dog did not know where to run.

In the yurt, there is a faint fragrance of flowers. Laqin's parents lay flat next to the fire.

The cow dung in the fire pit had been reduced to ashes, and the seven butter lamps glowed dimly.

It was a herdsman couple in their forties, neatly dressed and covered with white silk cloth on their heads.

"...... playing the qin" Dolma pointed to the corner of the wall, his face full of astonishment.

A girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in full costume, sat in a corner of the yurt.

Around her, seven butter lamps were lit. In her arms, she held the altar painting of Elysium.

Her eyes were closed, two pink scarves were around her neck, and a smile was still on her lips.

On the top of her head, a blue-purple plant grows. At the top of the plant, the blue flowers are blooming silently.

The size of a strange flower, it has seven sparkling blue petals, and in the middle, a purple pom-pom.

No ...... available Yang Qiannuo followed his senior brothers and monks to experience the scene of dead people in Tianlun Temple, but he had never seen anyone who could bloom.

Wu Kong learned from his senior brother, checked it slightly, and made a preliminary judgment: "They have all passed away." ”

She was the last one, and after seeing off her parents, she changed into her most beautiful clothes, brought her most beautiful ornaments, sat under the throne, and waited peacefully for the final moment.

On the top of the heads of the violin's parents, there are also blue flowers. It's just that I didn't look at the purple pom-poms.

Their bodies were stiff, their faces were tight, and they seemed to be frozen.

Zhuoma hugged Laqin's arm and cried for a while, wiped away her tears, took out a stack of banknotes and handed it to Wukong: "This money is for you, please do a reincarnation ritual for them." ”

I couldn't hear her words, so I understood what she meant by reading my lips, and said, "Master Qiannuo." Laqin is also my friend, and he should do a rebirth ritual. No money is charged. ”

"This is the last possession of their family, dedicated to the archmage and the gods. You're a little mage...... Yang Qiannuo has to do the rebirth ritual for them very carefully. So, the money has to be given to you. Dolma insisted on giving, and he had no time but to accept it temporarily.

He walked out of the yurt, looked up at the stars to determine the direction, spread a felt cloth on the western grass, and arranged a simple altar with a butter lamp, a copper pestle, a prayer cylinder, and a copper plate of the violinist.

There are still three kinds of magic tools missing: the horn, the prayer flag, and the mandala.

Dolma found a few leg bones of lamb behind the yurt and asked him to choose one.

She and Laqin often make bone flutes, wash them, and drill five small holes.

Bone flute, which can be used as an alternative to the horn horn.

There is no time to take out a leather bag, which contains six colors of fine sand: blue, yellow, white, red, green, yellow, and black.

Blue is the sky, white is the white clouds, red is the burning flames, green is the rivers and lakes, and yellow is the vast earth.

Black, whether it is death and the devil, or the sacred throne.

Each master of Tianlun Temple needs to master two unique lessons, the most empty of which are altar painting and drum music.

In half an hour, by the flickering candlelight, on the wiped copper plate, a mandala was depicted with blue, yellow, white, red, green, and yellow sand.

In the middle of the mandala, on the black throne, is the idol of the archmage of the empty snow.

Master Nirvana, who is already a god, can protect the Laqin family to Elysium.

Dolma made the bone flute, found a few brightly colored robes from the closet of the violinist, tore them, and tied them to the hanger.

Wukong chose a lamb from the sheepfold, tied it up and killed it, and painted three six-character proverbs on his clothes with the blood of the sheep, and there was a prayer flag for the way.

He first went to the Moon Lake to cleanse himself, tidied up his appearance, sat in front of the altar, under the prayer flag, and prepared to recite the Sutra of Transcendence.

Dolma put two blue flowers into his ears, grabbed a handful of freshly torn red cloth strips, and said, "I went to drive the cattle and sheep of the Laqin family to the pasture, and they were all released." ”

I didn't care about it, and nodded.

If there is no one to take care of the cattle and sheep in the herdsman's family, they need to tie colored cloth strips around the horns and necks of the sheep and rush to the depths of the grassland, indicating that these livestock have been dedicated to heaven and earth, to nature and to the gods.

There was no copper drum, no time, he knocked on the copper pot of the violinist, and began to chant: Master Qiannuo, Kongxue Qiannuo...... The golden tin in his hand vibrates open the gates of hell. The pearl in the palm of your hand, the light of the world. In the sound of wisdom, in the auspicious clouds, it is a great proof of merit for Yan Fu to suffer sentient beings. Great compassion and great wishes, great sage and great mercy, the golden body of the deity Archmage of the Sky Snow......

After reciting the sutra of the highest grade sadhana, Dolma has not returned. He listened intently, and could hear Dolma's shouting, and the howl of wolves in the distance.

The wolves, smelling death, are gathering here.

There is no room for wolves, and the Laqin family in the yurt is waiting to die.

He raised his bone flute and played the song of the dead.

The sound of the bone flute is fluctuating and sharp, which is not suitable for the long, euphemistic, and low melody style of the afterlife.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered the song "The Devil's Trill" that Mr. Rhett often played, and unconsciously, the bone flute played the first two bars.

The bronze rosary on his wrist was trembling slightly, especially when playing "The Devil's Trill".

I didn't dare to blow it in vain, and after playing the song of the past at a glance, I recited a verse of praise: The sky snow is like turning the world of light, and the mage clarifies the sea of stars. There are countless billions of gods in the light, and there are countless mages. The sky and snow are great wishes for all sentient beings, and the believers of the holy products have landed on the other side. On the other side, Elysium's Cotai Strip......

He memorized these scriptures very well and read them very well, but he didn't understand them very well.

In the dark night on the shore of the Moon Lake, under the bright and endless starlight, reading and reading, Wukong seems to have escaped into some kind of wonderful land, tasting a trace of distant tranquility.

Only then can he relax, without flowers, and without being bothered by whistling sounds.

Archmage Sky Snow said that this is a quiet world without emptiness.

The five-colored sand floats one by one, and combines in the air into a colorful mandala.

Master Master Kongxue sat in the center of the mandala, waving his sleeves, as if calling him in.

Without a finger, a grain of white sand flew up and shot towards the master.

Shizun raised his hand, pinched the white sand, and bounced it back......

"Meow Meow Meow ......" piercing cat meow carries a dazzling golden light into the quiet world.

Without space to look intently, the colorful mandala disappeared, and there was a golden gate standing up to the sky in the golden light.

The left side of the gate is decorated with a merry-go-round, and on the right is a scale.

Above, there is a neon-like line of text: Freedom Gate.

Above the Gate of Freedom, a black cat squatted.

It was wearing a very imposing black barrel hat and a black gown, and was smiling at him; "It's finally over. Thank you, little mage. ”

"Mage Chino...... You, you, you...... Kuyuki Qiannuo...... "Wukong pointed at the black cat, and fell down with a "poof".

"You, you...... What happened to you? Dolma just came back, hurriedly helped him up, and asked distressedly;" It can't be too much bleeding, right? ”

"Black cat." Wukong pointed ahead, only to find that the black cat was gone.

"What black cats and white cats, there are no cats on the grassland, only in the temple." Dolma thought that he was tired and helped him aside to rest; "No space...... Brother Qiannuo, I cooked you sheep blood soup, it's fine. ”

Dolma ran to the other side of the yurt, where the sheep were killed. On the burning cow dung heap, there is a basin of fresh sheep blood that has just been boiled.

No ...... available Brother Qiannuo fed her a lot of blood, and it was time to make up for it.

Ten days ago, my mother also made a bowl of sheep blood soup for her, with a lot of sugar and tea leaves. When killing the sheep, Zhuoma had already thought about cooking a bowl of sheep blood soup for Brother Wukong.

It's a pity that the violinist only has tea and salt, not sugar.

With no time to drink the mutton's blood soup, Dolma prepared to remove the altar and set fire to the yurt.

In that way, the violin and the parents in the yurt can go to the Western Elysium.

"Little Mage...... Brother Qiannuo, the Sky Snow Archmage is so cute. It's a shame. She knelt beside the copper plate and admired the altar painting: "Shall we take it away?" ”

"Mage Chino. Just let it stay there and accompany the Laqin family. "I don't feel sorry for not being available.

The altar painting is like this, after the ritual is completed, the offering will naturally dissipate after a few days, and it is no different from the altar and tribute.

He was still thinking about the golden door, the talking black cat.

Dolma took out a bucket of ghee, dipped it in a sheep's tail brush, and sprinkled it on the yurt......

Wukong lit the sheep's tail brush with a lighter, Zhuoma raised his hand and threw it to the yurt: "Sister Laqin, Abo Eminem, Zhuoma and Brother Wukong, see you off......"

A roaring flame burned, setting the yurt on fire.

There is no time to silently recite the Sutra of the Past Life.

A whirlwind swept up the colorful sand on the altar painting and rose into the night sky with the flames.

He didn't have a feeling of fear or fear, and neither did Dolma.

In their opinion, birth, old age, sickness and death are very normal things, but there are some strange and sad feelings.

The Laqin family has completed the journey of life in this life and has been reborn in Elysium.