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It's those grandsons who caused trouble by themselves and were wiped out, and then they cursed our Yuan family inexplicably, if it weren't for them, our Yuan family would not have fallen into such a situation.

The old man will not die so early, at least for a few more years.

My father would not have come to the Bulao Mountain to die in order to lift the curse on me.

And me?

Even if I didn't have these opportunities and returned to the state of an ordinary person, it would be better than now!

It's true.

I'd rather have nothing, no shit, no one at the helm of the house, as long as my family is there, that's better than everything!

Perhaps only those who have no relatives in this world like me know how I feel at this moment.

It's no exaggeration to say that I want to fucking die.

"Your Yuan family's cause and effect?" When Siddhara heard this, he did not continue to ask, but remained silent, as if he was recalling something.

And I didn't speak again, squatting on the ground silently, looking at the duffel bag in a daze.

"Is the coffin suppressing the injustice that cursed your Yuan family at the beginning?" Siddhara asked me.

"You know this?" I asked rhetorically without looking up.

"I know, it's not much, your father told me about it." Siddhara sighed, paused, and asked me again, "You just let them reincarnate?" ”

"Reincarnation?" I was stunned: "This pool of water can help them reincarnate?" ”

"Don't play dumb." Siddhara suddenly smiled, looked at me, and said, "This pool of water can kill living creatures and devour physical things, but it can't kill souls, and if it weren't for that, your father would have been gone." ”

I shrugged, "I thought this pool of water would make them scatter." ”

Hearing this, Siddhara laughed even harder and nodded with relief on his face.

"You can afford to put it down, you are the same as your father, you are a person with wise roots."

"Oh, don't say it, I almost forgot something." I scratched my head: "My father has been dead for so many years, why didn't he go to reincarnation?" ”

"I'm trapped in the battle, and I can't be reborn." Siddhara seemed to know this, and explained to me, "If I am not mistaken, your father's soul would be trapped in the eyes of the earth, and if you had not pulled out the copper sword, he would still be trapped at the bottom of the pool." ”

"No wonder ........"

By this time, I had already packed my belongings, and with the feeling of a sore nose, I looked back at my father's corpse and asked Siddharo, "Can I take the bones?" ”

"You want to take it into the water?" Siddhara was stunned.

Without waiting for me to answer, it nodded to itself and said, "This is normal, after all, it is your father, and you are planning to take its bones back for burial, right?" ”

I hummed and said, "It's too far from my house, I want him to go back, and the old man is still waiting for him at home." ”

"It's ....... It's a bit difficult........" Siddhara frowned, "I can keep your physical body........ But you may not be able to save your father's body........ And I have to warn you........ I don't think you can take this bag with you........ The pool water can melt you clean........"

"What's going on?!" I looked at Siddhara with tears and laughter: "I can't go there empty-handed, can I?" Isn't this sending to death? ”

"It's okay, I'll figure it out for you." Siddhara comforted.

As soon as the words fell, it fell silent, frowning vigorously, presumably it also had a headache about this problem.

It was a full four or five minutes before Siddhara spoke.

"I have a solution, but I don't know if it can be done, so let's try it." Siddhara said.

"Cheng, then you ........."

I was only halfway through my sentence when Siddhara disappeared without a trace, as if he had disappeared in place, and I was stunned to see it.

Fuck me.

What about people??

"Wrap your father's body in this and put your duffel bag in it."

When I heard this, I subconsciously shuddered, and when I looked back, Siddhara was carrying a roll of black cloth and standing behind me with a smile.

"Teleportation, huh?" I asked cautiously.

"Teleportation? No, it's just running faster. Siddhara laughed.

"That's not your average fast......." I sighed.

As far as Siddhartha's hand is concerned, it is enough to prove that its strength is far above mine, even if I use the flesh array, it will definitely not be able to match the speed of this old thing.

I have to say, if light is faster than speed....... It is estimated that Fang Shiliang is not an opponent either, right? ?

"What kind of cloth is this?" I looked at the black cloth that Siddhara was carrying on his shoulder, and said that this cloth was thick enough, and it looked like a canvas.

"This is what I brought from the mountain, it can be regarded as a magic weapon." Siddhara said, took a few steps forward, and threw the cloth out and spread it out on the ground.

At a cursory glance, this cloth is not eye-catching, it is just a little bigger.

This rectangular piece of cloth was seven or eight meters long and about two meters wide, and it was more than enough to wrap my father's body and duffel bag.

"That's right! Old-timer! I have to pack my luggage with my father?? I suddenly remembered this, and hurriedly asked, "Then my father's bones must not be scattered....... Hey, fuck?! ”

That's when I suddenly reacted to something.

My father's body was not fleshy, and it looked like a bone spirit from head to toe.

It stands to reason that when I rushed out of the water with his bones in my arms, this should have fallen apart, why now.......

"Don't worry, your father's bones are alive, I saw that from the beginning." Siddhara explains, "Although this bit of anger is not enough to resist the erosion of the pond, it will not affect it as far as ordinary bumps and bumps are concerned. ”

"Damn's luck........" I breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat on my forehead, and said with a full of joy: "If it weren't for this bit of vitality, I guess the bone frame would have fallen apart long ago!" ”

Siddhara smiled and nodded, and said, "Go and bring your father and put him on the far left, so that your head and feet are not exposed, so as not to touch the water." ”

"Okay!" I nodded busily and did as Siddhara had instructed.

When I picked up my father's bones, to be honest, my nose was a little sore, but not enough to cry, which showed that I was much calmer than I had been at the beginning.

Now that something has happened, and there is no way to remedy it, isn't that just acceptable?

Even if I can't accept it, my father wants me to accept it, and I have to accept it.

Who called him my father?

He told me to live well, I have to live well, otherwise I will be unfilial!

"Alright, now you can put the duffel bag down." When Siddhara saw that I had laid down the bones, he commanded.

"Good!" I nodded, took a few steps over and picked up my bag, which placed it on my father's abdomen.

At this moment, Siddhara walked slowly, first looked at where my father's bones were placed, and then crouched down and carefully rolled up the black cloth.

Although I know that it is a bit unfilial to say this, I still want to say that the scene is exactly the same as making chicken rolls.

It's just that the skin has turned into black cloth, and the chicken has turned into white bone.

But even so, the sense of déjà vu is still so strong.

After Siddhara had completely rolled up the black cloth, taken out two golden ropes, and tied the head and tail of the black cloth, I asked him, "Senior, what kind of magic weapon is this?" ”

"It's not so much a magic artifact as it is a spiritual object."

Siddhara smiled, looked down at the black cloth, and patted it lightly with his hand: "Fortunately, I have a good memory and didn't forget it, otherwise this thing would be really difficult to do." ”

"Spirits?" I was stunned: "What kind of spiritual thing?" ”

Hearing this, Siddhara did not answer me immediately, but got up and walked towards me, looked at the pool not far away, and suddenly a burst of golden light appeared on the soles of his feet.

"This is a spiritual object given to me by Guru Aṇa (read e)Dharma."

Siddhara said, his eyes a little distant, and his face full of smiles.

"According to him, this cloth is a shroud left behind by a certain Buddha, which was used to wrap the corpse of the Buddha in ancient times, do you think this is considered a spiritual object?"

"If this isn't a spiritual thing, then what else can it be?" I smiled wryly.

Siddhara smiled and didn't speak, and pointed to the black cloth without looking back.

"Carry it, I'll take you into the water now."

The moment it said this, the golden light that lit up from the soles of its feet and had spread to its thighs suddenly became even more dazzling.

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