Longhu Mountain, White Crane View, the back mountain seems to be particularly peaceful, all the disciples of Longhu Mountain in charge of Zi Lingling left, all uphold the palm of the admonition, circle foot in the mountain, no one went down the mountain, after the Japanese army slaughtered the mountain, Longhu Mountain seems to be a lot more decayed than before, but the big bell that has never stopped for thousands of years, emitted a roaring sound, so that everyone in the mountain can listen carefully and clearly.

On the back mountain, the death of an old man does not seem to have attracted the attention of the disciples of Longhu Mountain, and the back mountain belongs to the forbidden land of Longhu Mountain, so few people know that there is such an old man who is sweeping the fallen leaves here, day after day, year after year.

Several old men with white hair stared solemnly at the newly entered coffin in the ancestral hall, the atmosphere in the ancestral hall seemed very deep, and even the sound of the wind blowing was so harsh.

A person stood in front of the ancestral shrine, stroked the beard on his chest with his hand, and sighed loudly: "According to the ancestral teachings, the beast envoy must enter the ancestral shrine, and there must be the personal support of the master of the sect, but the purple palm sect has not returned for more than a year, and now the dragons of Longhu Mountain have no leader, who can preside over the overall situation." ”

"I've already used someone to inform the master, but whether the master can come back, is still an indefinite number, although the ancestral training can not be violated, but there are priorities, today, let a few of us make decisions without authorization, please enter the ancestral hall, presumably after the master knows, can also understand us. ”

"That's all there is to it. Several people looked at each other and nodded.

"Transgression. One person came out in line, lit three three-foot-long incense sticks in his hand, stood at the front of the line, the incense burned, wafting out a good smell, the man stood in front of the person, and shouted: "Get up." ”

The four elders lined up in turn, standing at the four corners of the coffin, lifting the coffin, while the people behind followed the team, their expressions were extremely heavy, and the leader knelt in three steps, kowtowed in five steps, paced in square steps, and the group carried the coffin towards the top of the mountain.

In the back mountain of Longhu Mountain, it is the burial place of the masters and elders of Longhu Mountain who have not entered the 'land of the elderly', and the 'beast envoys' of each generation are the most noble existence of Longhu Mountain, and their cemeteries are often in the highest place.

Although the beast envoy is unknown among the disciples of Longhu Mountain, only these core figures know their significance to Longhu Mountain, they have dedicated themselves to the mountain guarding beasts of Longhu Mountain all their lives, they do not seek fame and fortune, they are as noble as cicadas, and they are the symbol of the spirit of Longhu Mountain.

Therefore, each generation of them will enjoy the reverence beyond the Zhangjiao, and their cemetery will be worshiped by the incense of the disciples of the past generations at the highest place of Longhu Mountain.

The mountain road is rugged, these old people are a little faltering, but they are determined in their hearts, and they dare not be sloppy in the gift of three kneels and nine bows, and the sun has gone from early morning to noon, and this group can only come to the top of the mountain.

Unlike the mountainside, there are only a few lonely graves at the top of the mountain, not even a tombstone, just a century-old tree planted diagonally, eroded by wind and rain.

"Xing!" the man among the elders who held the incense suddenly shouted, and several people stopped their steps and hung the coffin on their shoulders.

Several elders glanced at each other, and began to find a vacant lot, digging the soil with their hands, this thing was originally done by the head of the sect himself to show respect, but Zi Lingling was no more, they had to overstep their responsibilities.

Digging by hand is also a tradition in Longhu Mountain, because they believe that any golden wood qi will disturb the spirit in this mountain, and even disturb the ancestors who have been sleeping here for a long time.

These elders, who held the lifeblood of Longhu Mountain, and the elders who had a high status in Longhu Mountain, began to squat and dig the soil with their hands here, and they were not half dissatisfied in their hearts, because they knew that the owner of this coffin was worthy of such an honor.

At this time, there was a sudden muffled snort, and the head of Longhu Mountain was stunned at the same time, and when he looked up, he saw that on a lonely grave, a monk sat there without knowing when, accompanied by an old man beside him.

This monk, dressed in white monk's robes, did not get any dirt on his feet even in this mountain, and even the shoes under his feet were spotless.

Several people changed color at the same time, and those who were able to get close to themselves in such a short period of time and not be discovered must be the master of the masters, but who is this monk?

An elder snorted and said, "Who the hell are you, you actually dare to trespass on the forbidden land of my Dragon and Tiger Mountain!"

The man looked up at the sky and sighed, "I haven't been here for a long time." ”

A person rushed out with an arrow and said sharply: "Who are you, what is the purpose of breaking into my forbidden land of Dragon and Tiger Mountain?"

"Chuang?" said the man with a contemptuous smile on his face, "In this world, where can I not come from, where can I not go?"

"Who the hell are you!" Several elders all looked vigilant, although they didn't know who the person in front of them was, but judging from his every move, it was definitely not to be taken lightly.

Once upon a time there was such a figure in the Daomen, and the elders searched their stomachs and wanted to match this person with the Daomen masters.

"I live here, die here, and deserve to be born here. The monk said lightly, "The hour has come." ”

"Ahh These elders seemed to have guessed the identity of the person in front of them, could he really be ......

An ominous premonition surged over the elders' bodies, looking at the monk in front of him with a magnificent bearing and excellent temperament, these Daomen lords who had been in charge of one side for many years felt that they couldn't help but feel three inches lower in front of him.

"Are you...... Fahai ......" An elder's voice trembled a little.

"That's right," Fahai smiled slightly, "I'm back...... And what about you?"

Suddenly, Fahai's figure skyrocketed, and he flew into the air, raised his hands high, and shouted loudly: "Come back!"

The blood-colored red cloud slowly rose from the sky, drifting towards Longhu Mountain, looking from a distance, the entire Longhu Mountain seemed to have become stained with blood, bright red and hideous, and the blood cloud in the sky was still gathering, rolling, churning, pressing everyone to breathe, under this red cloud, the sky was red, the mountains were red, every grass and tree was red, and even the body of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Sect had fallen a layer of shocking red.

Knock, knock, knock......

The big bell of Longhu Mountain began to ring on its own, and no one rang it......

The thick smell of blood came from the wind and permeated every corner of Longhu Mountain.

Looking at Fahai, who was in mid-air, a snow-white shirt dyed red, several elders saw the surprised look in each other's eyes.

What is he going to do?

Rumble!

Everyone heard the sound of an earthquake, and they all felt the change under their feet as if the sky had fallen. Even at the top of the mountain, the elders were a little unsteady on their feet.

Rattle,

Quack.

The grave was actually broken from it!

One tomb, two tombs, three tombs...... All the tombs were broken one after another, and a rich dead aura rose, and Longhu Mountain was suddenly shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.