The two men were three or four meters apart, one in front of the other and one behind them along the beach, talking in a row and without a pair, with occasional pauses and long silences. If Man Jianghong walked fast, he would turn around and stop and wait for a few breaths.

After talking, he began to understand the basic situation on the island, the situation of the woman's family named Ruge, and also knew that in the five years of Jianwen, there was no such thing as "seven killings" in the rivers and lakes. When asked about Zhou Lu, Dahan only knew that it was an immortal canonized by Emperor Taizu, but the others had no impression. When asked about the details of King Yan's defeat, the big man couldn't tell a single ugly man.

If you use this to deny the identity of the Great Han, this reason is really not enough. Thinking about the whereabouts of the immortals and the major affairs of the military state, how could a man in the rivers and lakes know about it? Especially in such an era of closed information. The "chief scoop" of the southern green forest is only afraid of water, and there are dozens of people in history who dare to rise up and stand up as the king of grass.

However, Man Jianghong always felt that the strange "Ming Dynasty" that appeared on the island should have something to do with the "Purple Mansion" on the bottom of the sea. But the wall of the "Purple Mansion" is clearly engraved that Emperor Jianwen is far away from overseas, and Zhou Yi goes to Kunlun alone, and may play two friendly matches with one against one hundred in Wushan and Taodu on the way.

Who should he believe? How could different time and space coexist? Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to dive into the water immediately to see if the ancient cave at the bottom of the sea still existed.

Carefully observing the big man with the eye of heaven, he found that his dantian was damaged, and there were even different kinds of true qi circling and stagnation in the vital parts of the meridians. It's like a large-displacement car, the cylinder is leaking, the oil pipeline is blocked, no wonder it can't lift its energy, and it's out of breath when you walk.

The Sky Eye seems to be a natural skill of its own, which is gradually developed as it grows. According to the legend of the gods and monsters or the records of the Daozang, its correct position should be between the eyes, which is also the location of the pineal gland, where the psionic energy is stored. Is it possible that once the two are combined, they can see through yin and yang and peek through the void like the legendary power?

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the blue waves are mighty. The world in front of us is not like a false one.

If it is so false that it is impossible to distinguish it, what is the difference between it and the truth? Just like a villain who has pretended to be a gentleman all his life, what is the difference between it and a real gentleman?

He leaned down and grabbed a pebble, his fingers clasped in the palm of his hand. Firm, cool, prickly, finely crushed grit brings numbness, how can this feeling of fullness be fake?

With their own intentions, they walked unhurriedly through the sandy beach, through a narrow and short valley, and then climbed a hillside more than 100 meters high. I saw that there was a bay below, and there was no one on the empty beach, but in the middle of the place, a circle of three meters was made with stones, and the firewood in the circle was piled up more than one meter high.

"What's that?" Man Jianghong pointed to the middle.

Hey, it's hard to put into words...... Hua Rong gritted his teeth, the green tendons on his forehead jumped, he lowered his head and sighed, and said, "Just hide here and watch slowly, you will know later......"

Behind the beach are the rolling hills, from which there is a faint sound, and the sentences are short and neat.

“...... There are gossip in the open sky, and there are five parties in the open earth...... Clean the front of the hall, the golden furnace three pillars of incense ......"

This seems to be asking God to open the way!

Man Jianghong's ear power is excellent, and his hearing is very clear, and he has also seen such scenes on the shore of Dongting Lake, where the culture of gods and ghosts is strong, and he can't help but turn his head to look at Hua Rong suspiciously. But the guy hung his head and looked ashamed.

After about a cup of tea, the tone changed, and the old man's desolate voice rippled in the air, and the tail note dragged on for an extremely long time, like waves superimposed layer by layer, fading and disappearing into the distance......

The quaint words and phrases, as if they are praying, as if they are singing, make the listeners feel like they are dreaming, and for a while they feel that the years are empty and life is impermanent.

In the passage between the two hills, it was clear and clear, and a long white banner poked out.

“......

The Soul Returns!

Go to Jun Zhiheng, what is the Quartet?

The pleasure of the king, and the ominous away from the other.

The soul is back! The East can't hold some of it.

There are thousands of elders, but the soul is a few.

Ten days out, flowing gold and stones.

They are all accustomed to it, and the soul will be released.

You can't hold some back.

......

The soul is back!

The tiger and leopard have nine levels, pecking at the next people.

There are nine heads for one husband and nine thousand for pulling wood.

The jackal follows his eyes and goes back and forth.

Hang people to play, cast into the abyss.

Fatal to the emperor, and then have to be blind.

Come back, be afraid.

......

The eyes are extremely thousand, and the heart is sad.

The soul returns, mourning Jiangnan!"

......

This, this, this, this is the song of Qu Yuan's "Conjuring" two thousand years ago, and this large group of people is at the funeral!

Where's the good marriage? Can you still have a good time?

An old man was the first to walk out, wearing a tattered cyan robe, wearing a square Nanhua scarf, but there was a vacant piece in the middle of the hat, and the jade pendant's hat was being pulled off. He sang as he walked, taking out paper money from the green cloth square bag he was carrying and throwing it around. He was followed by a strong man, holding aloft a soul-attracting banner. The four young men leaned against a plank and laid it on the pyre. On the board lay a corpse, covered with a black cloth on its face and sackcloth on its body. The soul-attracting banner was planted in front of the stone pile facing away from the sea, and a white cloth was spread out in front of the flag, on which were placed a cup of tea, a glass of wine, and a bowl of rice.

The whole set of ceremonies is simple and solemn, but it is not very standardized. It stands to reason that the one who bears the flag should be a filial son, but he inserts the flag into the sand and runs back into the crowd. In addition, no one holds a very important spirit card, and there are quite a few processes and sacrifices missing.

Some people stuffed oil-soaked wood chips, dead grass, shredded paper and other fire-starters under the pyre, and some put worn cotton wool and clothes on the pyre, including a dark brown firewood knife that seemed to be stained with blood.

The old Taoist took out a small bowl with only a little clear oil that had just covered the bottom of the bowl, lit the wick, and placed it flat at the feet of the deceased. This is called "illuminating the street lamp", which means that the deceased leaves the world and illuminates the way to the netherworld.

The old Taoist shook the soul-attracting bell with two fingers in his food, sometimes anxious and slow, with words in his mouth, and his feet advanced and retreated obliquely, tending to the left and right, like a snake bending and walking, like an ape looking forward to it, and walked around the pyre for three weeks.

A woman in her fifties wept with two young girls, placed the white paper flower on the deceased's chest, followed the old man three times, and then came to the banner and lit three pillars of incense.

The crowd behind stepped forward in order, walked around the pyre, and put the white paper flowers in their hands on the pyre. There was a child who was held by an adult, and seemed to dare not look at it, threw the paper flowers in his hand, and only cried half a way after being slapped hard, and then the adult covered his mouth and whimpered desperately to twist his head.

The crowd numbered about 250 or 60 people, mainly middle-aged and elderly people and women, all dressed in strange costumes that only appeared in the play, and their expressions were numb and sad, and a large area was densely spread on the beach, like clay figurines and wood carvings.

The scene was silent like a ghost movie, and only the suppressed cries of the three women could be heard.

This is a crescent-shaped bay, and clusters of human heads begin to appear on another sharp corner more than 500 meters away. The crowd of mourners stopped paying attention after a commotion, and those who appeared above did not act, but watched quietly.

It turned out that the bandits on the island wanted to rob Ruge to be the lady of the village, and it was not a joke. The day before yesterday, a conflict finally broke out, and Ruge's brother Rufeng died in the fight. The bandits left a message, and as soon as the memorial service is over, they will get on the sedan chair, otherwise the whole island will be washed with blood. The weather on the island is hot, and the body should not be left for too long, otherwise the soul of the deceased will not be able to rest in peace, and the funeral will be carried out today no matter what.

“...... On the opposite corner is the white man of the evil tiger village...... The woman in the front is Lin Siniang, and the two daughters in the back, the eldest is called Ruge, and the younger is called Ruhua...... Flower someone crisscrossed the rivers and lakes, happy to revenge, but this time there was nothing to do, seeing that the wind was beaten to death by the group, and his heart was ......"

Hua Rong chattered about the ins and outs for a while, but there was no answer around him, he turned his head strangely, and was suddenly startled.

I saw Man Jianghong lying on the grass, digging into the soil with both hands, his face was red and purple, his eyes were round, his head was sweating like a spring, the heat was steaming, his teeth were clucking, and even his body was trembling violently, writhing like a worm.

"Brother Man, what's wrong with you?" Hua Rong asked urgently.

Man Jianghong turned his head, his handsome face was distorted to almost hideous, he gasped for breath, and said in a trembling voice: "...... Ho...... Ho...... I'm going down and seeing...... See who is dead?"

After being reborn in the "Purple Mansion", his eyesight was extraordinary, and he could see the faces of everyone below clearly every two or three hundred meters, and he could almost count how many eyebrows there were.

The woman named Ruge is clearly Wang Jing. The so-called "Jingjing" turned out to be "Jingjing"!

In this group of people, there is an inconspicuous black thin boy, who is chasing his life. No matter how the formation changed, he always followed around Ruge's neighborhood.

And the deceased lying on the pyre, although he couldn't see his face, Man Jianghong felt a familiar feeling in his heart, at least he should have met someone.

"You are crazy, the white people are staring on the slope, don't act rashly...... The one who died was called Rufeng, and he was really a good man, but he was not from our Tianshi Village. ”

Seeing that Man Jianghong seemed to be about to move, Hua Rong quickly rushed over and grabbed his wrist. Although Hua Rong's qi is as weak as a gossamer, but the tiger is majestic, and it has natural divine power, Man Jianghong dragged it and didn't pull it out, so he lifted his luck and pressed it violently, breaking the opponent's tiger mouth alive. However, before he could get out of the way, the other party's response was extremely fast, and he wiped his arm down and grabbed the belt around his waist again.

If you really want to fight, Hua Rong at this moment is not Man Jianghong's opponent. But how could Man Jianghong be rude? He had to hold the other party's pulse with his backhand, trying to force him to let go.

In the middle of the entanglement between the two, the three pillars of incense on the beach burned out, and the pyre ignited a raging fire. In the crackling sound of dry firewood, the three women let out a sad voice. Lin Siniang was cloaked and scattered, as if she was about to put into the fire, but was hurriedly pulled by her daughter and several women.

The two people in the grappling looked at each other, and they all let go of their hands and looked down blankly.

The old Taoist stepped slowly on the seven star steps, stopped in three steps, recited words in his mouth, circled the fire again, and threw all the yellow paper money in the green cloth bag into it.

The steaming heat wave carried the paper ash upward, and was blown by the sudden sea breeze, and they were scattered one after another, like black butterflies flying all over the sky.

The white flags caught fire, and after a while, the soul-attracting flags snapped.

The fire was dry, and the wind was strong, and in half an hour, there was only a pile of ashes and a fire of charcoal in the stone circle.

An old man paced out of the front row of the crowd, directing four men to shovel in the ashes, branches, bones and the firewood knife with a dustpan and dump them into the sea. A circle of stones on the side was burned hot, and when someone accidentally touched it, he whined in his mouth and jumped aside with his teeth bared in pain.

In a few moments, the ashes were removed along with the sand from the bottom, and even the stones were thrown into the sea. The four people scooped up the sand from the outside of the circle and poured it into the circle, and finally smoothed the surface with their feet, and the whole process was very skillful.

Dust to dust, earth to earth, come like flowing water, go like a light wind.

In a short time, the traces of a life were wiped out. All that remains is paper ash and scattered black butterflies, still fluttering tirelessly, falling on the beach, the sea, or people's shoulders.

When the memorial service was finally over, the mournful atmosphere suddenly sounded the chaotic sound of gongs and drums, the rhythm was lively and cheerful, and it seemed like a song to welcome relatives, and it seemed to be playing a monkey trick. The group of people at the top of the crescent cliff lined up in two rows and went down the slope, carrying a simple sedan chair draped in red and green.

The drum beat is dull, but there is not much discipline, and the beating makes people irritated and vomit. And the gong did not close the beat, but was impatient not to strike, not knowing where it started or where it stopped, making people dizzy and having a splitting headache.

The crowd on the beach retreated in a panic like a tide, and they didn't even dare to get out of the atmosphere, leaving only three women crying in a heap to stand at the front alone.