A series of incidents rushed together, first someone came to the temple to attack Nangya, which led to Hong Ban's death, and then Nangya and Azan Baden because of the digging of the tomb, and let Azan Baden be recruited, these two things have not been sorted out, but they are extraneous, the ghost king actually discovered Azan Baden's privacy because of this, and ordered Deng Kang to take Baden's life with his own hands, which is really head-catching. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

During this time, I simply set up my home in the temple of Nangya, where there were a few spare rooms, and I slept next to the two young monks, not far from Nangya's room. Lao Xie's residence is nearby, and it takes about 20 minutes to walk, so it is convenient for him to do anything.

That time when she went to bless the joint burial tomb, although Nangya was disturbed by Yin Qi, fortunately Azan Baden was protected by Yin Method, so her injuries were not serious, and she recovered after seven or eight days. Fang Gang called me and said that he went to visit Azan Baden, and also talked to Deng Kang, and now Azan Baden's illness still attacks from time to time, Deng Kang has sent the skull of the stumbling Yu Ye to a friend from Malaysia to Bangkok, and every midnight with the help of the powerful mental power of this Yu Ye, to help Azan Baden recover, but the effect is not ideal, so he can only take his time.

"It's okay to be cured, anyway, it's not urgent, it's hard for you to work hard during this time. How is your father's condition back home? I asked.

"There are two nurses at the hospital to help with the care, but it's no problem," Deng Kang said. ”

Hongban's urn has been stored in the temple, and Nangya used to bless Hongban's Yin spirit in the main hall every night, but recently she was attacked by the Yin Law in the joint burial tomb incident, and she has not recovered well, so she had to put down the blessing of Hongban's Yin Spirit. Lao Xie asked if he could send him back to Tengchong, Yunnan, Nangya thought about it, nodded and said yes.

Lao Xie and Nangya were about to leave, and I offered to follow them as well, but it was nothing anyway. Originally, I thought I would go to Bangkok first, then take a plane to Guangzhou, transfer to Kunming and then take a long-distance bus to Tengchong, which is how I used to go. But Nangya said that that night, while blessing the Yin Spirit of Hongban, she heard a voice saying to herself that she wanted to return to Yunnan by the same route she had taken when she first came to Thailand.

I remember that when Lao Xie recalled his past experience to us, he mentioned that when he persuaded Hong Ban to go to Thailand to be Azan, the two did not fly to Thailand, but quietly entered Myanmar from the China-Myanmar border in order to save money, and settled in the home of a Myanmar master named Azandar Linkang, which was actually considered an illegal exit. However, at that time, there were many areas along the Yunnan border where the border management was not strict, especially many national borders were pressed on the villages, which brought convenience to the exit.

"In that case, it will be a lot of trouble and toss-up, and you will have to pass through the border villages between China and Myanmar west of Tengchong to make it easier to enter Yunnan. Is there another way? I replied.

In any case, this idea is the wish of the Yin Spirit of Hong Ban, Nangya said: "Just follow Master Hong Ban's wishes, Lao Xie said, he rarely makes requests to his friends. "I thought to myself, too, the deceased is great, and the risk must be overcome.

I said hello to Fang Gang, and he asked me and Lao Xie to be careful, and to protect Nangya's safety along the way.

We took the ashes of Hung Ban and walked west from Chiang Rai in northern Thailand to the border into Myanmar, Lao Xie understood simple Burmese, and took a car all the way to the northwest, sometimes without a car, so we had to pay for a car and go in the direction of Myitkyina. By the time we reached the border west of Tengchong, it had been several days, and it was really hard to bump in the car every day. But when I think of Hong Ban's life, this little hard work is nothing.

Many countries in Southeast Asia are in chaos, because the military junta is in power, so in the process of marching, we have to be guided by local people to avoid those guerrillas everywhere. We hired vehicles to shuttle from village to village to village on the border.

This village is just pressed on the border line, very similar to the village where the head descender who stole Hong Xia's bones lived in the first place. We paid for a stay at a villager's house, ate and drank enough during the day, and went to sleep. At ten o'clock in the evening, the villagers woke us up, and we took advantage of the lack of moon to quietly take an old jeep hired by the villagers for us, and crossed the border from the village to Yunnan on the opposite side. The driver was very familiar with the terrain and seemed to be a frequent smuggler, so he drove for more than three hours before stopping, telling us that Tengchong was east from here.

The driver had to return to the Burmese village before dawn and left us behind. We found a nearby village, and when we asked after dawn, it was already a village less than 40 kilometers west of Tengchong. The township was so poor that it couldn't even hire a car, so it had to walk to the nearby town. The countryside in Yunnan is full of mountain roads, or winding mountain roads, and we walked along the winding mountain roads for two hours before we met a large truck that was both in the same direction and willing to carry us, and took us to Tengchong.

Lao Xie was already tired and paralyzed, and my legs were shaking, and Nangya, although tired, was not as obvious as us, and she kept carrying Hongban's urn in a cotton satchel and wouldn't let me help her carry it. In the county seat, we hired a new car and drove along the winding mountain road again to Hongban's hometown.

When we entered the village, a few villagers recognized me and Lao Xie, came over to greet us warmly, then looked left and right, then looked into the distance behind us, and finally asked why Master Hongban had not returned. We were speechless, so we pretended not to hear and walked straight to Hong Ban's house.

The villagers seemed to see that something was wrong, and followed behind, talking in low voices. The two wooden doors of Hong Ban's house were locked, so I had to turn around and ask a villager if I could find the village chief and talk to him about something. The villager hurriedly went back, not only to find the village chief, but also to follow several villagers.

"Is Hongban sick, why didn't he come?" The village chief asked. Lao Xie and I were just about to open our mouths, but Nangya walked up a few steps and told the village chief about Hong Ban's death. All the villagers and the village chief were shocked, and the two villagers were very emotional, saying that we were lying, and that we must have kidnapped Master Hong Ban and asked us to hand them over quickly.

Nangya slowly put the cotton satchel on the ground and took out the urn from it, and everyone was stunned and didn't say anything for a while. I told the village chief that Hung Ban's death was purely an accident, but the Malaysian wizard who killed him was also sent to the west by Master Hung Ban with a witch spell, which can be regarded as revenge.

The village chief began to cry, he was already fifty or sixty years old, but he was really sad and wept, kneeling on the ground and touching Hongban's urn with his hands, and several other villagers simply began to cry, and more and more people gathered, and some women began to accuse us of killing Hongban while crying bitterly. At this time, the village chief wiped his tears and stood up, asked people to use tools to open the lock, and he picked up the urn and entered Hong's house.

We all followed, and the village chief put the urn on the stone table in the courtyard and told the villagers to split up and build a funeral shed in the courtyard. There are many people and great strength, and it didn't take long for the spirit shed to be erected, to be honest, Lao Xie and I made eye contact, and we were a little apprehensive in our hearts. We know that these villagers have been blessed by the Hong family for generations, and now that they see him die for no apparent reason, they must be dissatisfied in their hearts, and they will have to trouble us if they don't do it.

But the village chief is still a very reasonable person, probably seeing that Nangya's temperament is not like a bad person, and finally he told everyone, don't make trouble, these three are good people, and they have been to the village several times, they are friends of Master Hongban, and they will not harm people. The villagers are not easy to say anything else, and they come to pay their respects every day, and there is an endless stream. But as soon as they saw us, their expressions were full of anger, and it was estimated that if the village chief was not there, they would have beaten us. During the memorial process, some villagers who had received the favor of the Hong family before, wept while worshipping, and pointed at us and scolded, saying that it must have been Hong Ban who we killed.

Nangya sat cross-legged in the shed, blessing in her own way, and she just closed her eyes and silently endured these accusations.

In the evening, the village chief and a few men kept a vigil, and the village chief chatted with us because he couldn't sleep, saying that since Master Hong Ban went to Thailand a few years ago, some people in the village had any strange diseases, or suspected that they had run into evil spirits, so they had to go to the neighboring village to find the witch doctor there, but they always felt that it was not as good as the Hong family's mana, and it often had no effect.