The sun is like fire, and the sky is clear.

As the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect came to carry the coffin, the originally noisy road gradually fell silent. Qiu Chuji wore linen and filial piety, holding Wang Chongyang's spiritual seat, leading the way in front of the team.

His expression was calm, he did not see sorrow, he did not see joy, as if he had long forgotten his joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys, and reached the realm of goodness like water. But the red eye sockets, and the red and swollen eyes, showed that he was not as calm as he appeared.

Yin Zhiping was dressed in linen and filial piety, and followed closely behind and walked unhurriedly. Behind a few people, sixteen sturdy Taoist priests carried the coffin.

The coffin is as black as ink, and the coffin is lifted on the shoulder, giving people a strong sense of oppression from a distance. It just feels like a hill crushing over, which makes people unconsciously solemn. In particular, the hundreds of oral recitations of the classics behind the coffin add a bit of sacredness and solemnity to the solemnity in front of you.

Even children who usually like to play can't help but be quiet in this kind of scene.

On the muddy road outside the town of Zu'an, Qiu Chuji led the team. Countless pedestrians stand on both sides of the road, like an ocean. They looked at the coffin slowly walking in front of them, and fell into a deathly silence.

When the coffin drove slowly, a choked voice came from somewhere. Then the choked voice was like an irresistible infectious disease, and in a blink of an eye, it spread throughout the entire Zu'an Town. Everyone couldn't help but weep silently and let out a whimpering and choking sound.

For a moment, the sound of choking echoed in the sky like a mighty tsunami.

Halfway up the mountain, two plump and beautiful figures stand proudly in the treetops, looking down at the scene below. They are Mrs. Ya, the master of the Yin Sect, and Feng Caiting, the Meitian Dancing Lady who has been in Chang'an for a long time.

"Wang Chongyang, worthy of the name of a generation of grandmasters!" Mrs. Ya listened to the choked sound from below, looking at the huge scene of hundreds of thousands of people seeing them off, even if it had nothing to do with Wang Chongyang, she couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Since ancient times, there have been a few people who can have such a treatment of 'sending all the people to each other, stretching for ten miles'. Even if it is the emperor Bintian who has made a difference, I'm afraid it's just that, right?

"Wang Chongyang has served the country and the people all his life, but he deserves this courtesy." Feng Caiting couldn't help but show admiration when she talked about Wang Chongyang.

Wang Chongyang's family was well-off in his early years, and he only began to practice martial arts in middle age. If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely end up in a situation where he would end up in a miserable situation, but Wang Chongyang simply broke people's common sense. And when he was successful in his cultivation, he traveled thousands of miles to Shandong to spread the teachings, and successively accepted the seven sons of Quanzhen.

After that, the Quanzhen Sect was like a divine help, and in just 100 years, it developed into the world's largest religion!

It can be said that it was Wang Chongyang who created the world's No. 1 Quanzhen Sect and created an era that made martial arts lose their voice. This is the era that belongs to Wang Chongyang, and the myth that belongs to him alone!

At the same time, such words frequently appear in the area of Zu'an Town.

Since the news of Wang Chongyang's death spread, all the Jianghu sects with a little way have come to worship. At this time, Zu'an Town can be described as a mixture of dragons and snakes, bringing together many sects and families in the entire Kyushu. Even the spies of the Jin Kingdom, Western Xia and other countries were mixed in to spy on the situation.

Even if it is Wang Chongyang's enemy, seeing this scene at this time, he can only bow to his prestige.

The Taoists who carry the coffin are all masters of the Quanzhen Sect, and each of them is a martial artist in the realm of qi cultivation the day after tomorrow. Therefore, they carried heavy coffins and walked like flies on the muddy roads. The pothole-ridden pavement is like a road to them.

Just when people were immersed in the grief of Wang Chongyang's death, or immersed in the feat of hundreds of thousands of people seeing him off, a Taoist carrying the coffin suddenly felt a little more red smoke in front of him.

At first, he thought he was hallucinating, and then he realized that it was not the case, but it was a little more hazy red cloud on the coffin. The wisps of red cloud qi condensed and did not disperse, like the divine light around the immortal god, which was very strange.

"Ahh

The sudden vision made the body of the Taoist who found the coffin tremble, and let out an exclamation of unknown meaning.

His exclamation not only broke the silence of the funeral procession, but also disturbed Qiu Chuji and the others who were silently moving forward in front. They didn't know what was happening behind them, but when they heard the exclamation, their hearts suddenly tightened, and they couldn't help but look back.

It's just that when they saw the scene in the rear, they couldn't help but be confused.

But I saw that the clouds on the coffin were getting thicker and thicker, and in a blink of an eye, it had reached the point where it was visible to the naked eye. If you look at it from a distance, you can't even see the shape of the coffin, only a cloud of red smoke that is so thick that it looks like substance.

"Master, Master." Yin Zhiping, who was already in his prime, felt that his mouth was dry and he couldn't speak, and his voice couldn't help but change.

Qiu's eyes tightened into a slit, and the vibration on his face was not concealed at all. In a few seconds of his confusion, he thought of the vision of Zhongnan Mountain that day.

Could it be, Master?

Qiu Chu's mind was complicated and messy, he took a deep look at the coffin that had been completely shrouded in red clouds, and then glanced at the tomb three or four hundred meters away, gritted his teeth and said, "Keep going!" ”

Now that the situation is unknown, he can't miss the auspicious time for the burial because of a momentary guess.

The expressions of the other people changed slightly, and some wanted to say something, but when they saw Qiu Chuji's expression, they could only shake their heads slightly. Although they understood that the vision would not appear in vain, no one dared to bear the responsibility of making Wang Chongyang unable to be buried on time. In front of you, it is the best choice to move on.

The Taoists who carried the coffin in the back were all core disciples of the Quanzhen Sect. They all knew about the vision of Zhongnan Mountain a few days ago, and they were even fortunate enough to see it with their own eyes. The vision on the coffin was the same as it had been that day, and they had no choice but not to think about it.

They carried the coffin and felt the red smoke clouds around them, only to feel as if they had entered a fairyland, and one by one they felt a little more like a feathered flying immortal. The same is true for the Taoists who chanted the scriptures in the rear, but they did not have the opportunity to carry the coffin, so they could only look at the brothers and sisters who carried the coffin with envy.

Everyone heard Qiu's order, and after a short pause, continued to stride forward.

They had only walked three steps, and the red light on the coffin suddenly rose into the sky, like a pillar of red light that penetrated the sky and the earth, and it could be clearly seen from a distance of dozens of miles.

Halfway up the mountain.

Mrs. Ya and Feng Caiting were the first to notice the vision below, their faces were full of confusion, looking at the coffin shrouded in red light below, and couldn't help but murmur: "Could it be that Wang Chongyang is really a god?" ”

The two looked at each other, and neither could say why.

After the report of Chang'an Daily, the vision of Zhongnanshan that day and the message conveyed in it have already spread all over the world. At this time, such a scene appeared again, and they could not help but be shocked. As for whether or not the Quanzhen Sect was secretly playing ghosts, anyone who looked at the vast vision in front of them immediately abandoned this idea.

It's not that they look down on the Quanzhen Sect, but if the Quanzhen Sect has this ability, then it will be hell.

At the same time, the people who came to see off Chongyang Zhenren also discovered a sudden vision!