I saw that the old man seemed to hesitate for a moment, and said, "Eighty percent of these people are not here for our ceremony. ”

The smile on the white-faced demon's face flickered, and he let out a long "oh" and said, "Why is that?" ”

The old man said: "I haven't figured it out yet, it seems that a lot of people have suddenly come to us recently, and things are a little strange." ”

The white-faced demon's face turned cold, and he said, "Will it affect the ceremony?" His voice suddenly became cold.

The old man lowered his head and said, "There are eighteen dark wheels arranged in our island, and these people can't afford to stir up wind and waves. ”

The white-faced demon turned a little pale, and chuckled: "That's good, that's good." ”

When I heard the words "Eighteen Dead Wheels", I thought it was weird. Because I've heard the name. I used to run the mourning hall with the third uncle, and once when I was designing a tomb for a family, the third uncle mentioned to me the "eighteen dead wheels". He just said it in passing, and I listened to it. However, at the time, it sounded very new, so I still have some impressions.

These eighteen chakras are not eighteen wheels, but the layout of a burial ground. At that time, the third uncle casually said that in the burial ground formation that circulated a long time ago, there was a very remote mountain burial formation, called the eighteen yin veins, which was a kind of spiritual array with monkeys, orangutans, yellow skins, pythons and other spiritual beasts as sacrifices, which was very popular in the Tang Dynasty.

The most basic principle of these eighteen yin veins is to divide the burial ground into eighteen veins by magic, and then bury various spiritual beasts as veins on each vein as vein eyes. The burial ground formation arranged in this way was originally used to guard the burial ground, but in the late Tang Dynasty, there was another kind of burial array based on the eighteen yin veins that was created, directly replacing the spirit beast with a living person, and burying it in the burial eye, which could maximize the aggregation of the yin and evil qi of the eighteen veins, and it was extremely powerful and abnormal, killing people invisibly.

This kind of burial array is called the Eighteen Dead Wheels. Once trapped in the Eighteen Spiritual Chakras, he was immediately entangled in the funeral qi in the array. No wonder I always felt that something was wrong with this island, it turned out that the whole island was arranged into an eighteen chakra. According to what the third uncle said, this kind of burial array handed down in ancient times is extremely fierce, and the eighteen chakras can not only kill, but also a very terrible prohibition. Those who fall into the eighteen chakras can only be killed and taken away by their lives.

At that time, I also heard the legend like that, but I didn't expect that one day I would see the eighteen chakras with my own eyes. If what the third uncle said is true, then it is no wonder that these people are trapped in the hall, and the faint black gas on their bodies should be a sign that the burial qi has entered the body.

No wonder an arrogant person like the big rooster can actually allow this white-faced demon to guide the country there, it turns out that everyone here is under the control of others.

I only heard the red face slap the chair back and scolded: "Don't be there without yin and yang, there is something to find out!" ”

I was a little speechless, aren't the people in this gate all very well-cultivated, how can there be such a fierce person. I only heard someone on the other side of Maoshan say loudly, "We just happened to pass by here, and we didn't intend to disturb your ceremony." ”

When I looked, the person who spoke was the one surnamed Liang. This man spoke like he was not the same as the red-faced man at all, like a needle.

The white-faced demon sneered and said, "Since you're here, let's stay and see the opening ceremony of this Bodhisattva." ”

The man surnamed Liang had a gloomy face and didn't speak.

But the red face, but he didn't dare to rest, and sneered: "What kind of bullshit to open the ceremony, pretending to be a ghost!" ”

The white-faced demon's face sank, and he laughed lowly, staring at the red-faced face and said, "You dare to be presumptuous here even if you are a humble little mountain gate!" ”

The red-faced face seemed to be really a violent temper, and he was not afraid at all, slapped the chair back, and shouted angrily: "Ignorant junior! You know what a! When we established our sect, even your ancestors didn't know where to wear open crotch pants! ”

I'm really a little surprised by this person, a person in the Taoist sect is actually the same as a rough man in the country, much cuter than the average cow nose. However, he was right, the Qingwei faction is one of the three major sects of the Taoist sect, from the Southern Song Dynasty to the creation of the faction, it has been nearly a thousand years, and the incense has not been extinguished, so it can be said that it is a profound Taoist sect. Like the surname Gu and the big rooster, their incense clubs, although they are now extremely powerful, they are several grades worse than Qingwei.

The white-faced demon didn't get angry, but instead smiled strangely and said to the red-faced man, "Do you really think that just a small mountain gate can point fingers in front of this Bodhisattva?" ”

The red-faced man was not afraid, and sneered: "If you want to kill, you can do whatever you want!" It's just that this bullshit ceremony, after all, is still a bullshit ceremony! ”

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense. Seeing the cold light in the eyes of the white-faced demon, I couldn't help but tighten my scalp, I'm afraid this red face is going to be bad. Although this person has a hot temper, compared to other people in the Dao Sect, he is quite fond of me.

At this moment, a clear voice said: "Brother Du Feng, since the host has kindly invited, we are idle, it is better to sit down and watch the ceremony." ”

When I heard it, it turned out to be a ginger fox. She spoke up at this time, and eighty percent saw that the red face was worse, so she interrupted in time. But the red-faced man didn't appreciate it, and shouted angrily: "Look at a fart! If he brings my disciples back to life, Lao Tzu will be fine with him to watch the three-year ceremony! ”

I heard him say this, and then I looked at the few people lying in front of them, and then I realized that these people were Qingwei's disciples who died here during the previous conflict. It's no wonder that this red face is so violent.

The white-faced demon stared at the red face for a long time, then laughed weirdly, and said, "It's just a small mountain gate that is hundreds of years old, I really think I have a lot of weight!" ”

Not to be outdone, the red-faced man scolded: "Crooked and evil crumbs! ”

The white-faced demon burst out laughing, his voice extremely harsh, and suddenly stretched his hand out of his sleeve, revealing something on his left index finger.

The two factions of black and white immediately bowed down and shouted: "Burial of the ancient ten thousand years, restore my burial!" ”

"Buried for 10,000 years, reinvent my burial door!"

The sound was small and loud until it was deafening.

I stared at the yellow bronze ring in his hand, my mind went blank for a moment, and I only heard the words "burial door" rushing in my ears.

It's a burial bronze ring! It's exactly the same as the ring that my third uncle left me!

It took me a long time to wake up, and I saw that most of the people who had been sitting had already stood up. Except for some young people, especially the old man Jiang from Maoshan, surnamed Gu, and Jiang Fox and his wife, even the red face stood up straight, with a very frightened expression on his face.

A few years ago, in order to find clues about the third uncle, the lion's head helped me check, and this burial bronze ring is a talisman ring that represents the identity of the burial gatekeeper.

Funeral has existed since human civilization, and has undergone countless evolutions since then. The industry that my third uncle and I are engaged in can be said to be one of the oldest professions of mankind. The origin of the burial door can even be traced back to the Xia and Shang periods, and it is not comparable to the Taoist sects such as Maoshan or Qingwei that took shape in the past thousand years.

It's just that the burial door has always been mysterious and low-key, and few people walk outside. Since the war a hundred years ago, the burial door has disappeared. And today, on such an isolated island, there is actually a burial bronze ring, and it claims to revive the burial door, how can this not be shocking.

The only sound in the temple was the tsunami-like chanting of the mountain. The sound swept overhead, as if it had pierced through the torrent of time, tearing through the air and whistling by. Whether it was Maoshan, Qingwei, the incense burning club, or the Gu family or Ma Lao, everyone was silent, and they were a little at a loss.

Even the red face that was originally furious was stunned at this time. Yes, compared to the long-standing burial gate, whether it is Qingwei or Maoshan, isn't it a small mountain gate with a big fart?

I just felt my heart flutter. Because of the third uncle, I have been searching for clues about the funeral door for many years, but who knew that these people suddenly appeared on such an isolated island. These people seem to have been cut off from the outside world for a long time, like a group of old and young leftovers, forgotten in this hellish place.

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