Bai Yuean was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then he directly put down his phone and turned to look at Xiao Ying.

Tomato continued, "Master, you're not going to kill him, are you?" Like someone is innocent! That's a living human life! ”

At this time, Bai Yuean put down the chopsticks in his hand again.

He frowned a little unpleasantly, and glanced left and right, "I suggest, you can call the police directly and arrest me?" ”

Xiao Ying and Tomato both bowed their heads and remained silent.

Bai Yue'an continued to say sharply, "Let's not talk about my personal character, as the successor of the Bai clan's yin-yang technique, the first thing is that you can't use the Taoist technique to harm people!" ”

The two girls looked at each other again, then lowered their heads.

"You two listen to me! Even if you jokingly call me Master, as long as you do things like stealing, robbing, killing, robbing, and bullying, or you have committed very bad worldly laws......"

"I'll be the first to put you in a cell!"

"If this is the case with you, I have to be more strict with myself!"

"Because there are many monks in front of the gates of hell! If I dare to use spells to kill people for my little emotion, the consequences are unimaginable! ”

"Buddhists and Taoists have a discussion of karma, if you hit someone too hard, your own hands will hurt! If you push people too much, you will inevitably be punished, but sooner or later. ”

"If a person of faith does something bad, he will be more likely to be punished by heaven, and the monitoring system of the heavenly court is very perfect!"

"So you two remember for me, why bother with the facts, the gods have their own Mahayana division! Do not do all evil, but do all good! ”

Tomato and Xiao Ying nodded hurriedly, "Remember Master!" ”

After giving the two apprentices a lesson on ideology and morality, Bai Yuean continued to bury his head in eating rice noodles.

After eating one box, move on to another.

On Yang Mi's side, after picking up her mother at the airport, the two went directly to Wan Zonghai's private estate.

In the car, Yang's mother repeatedly told Yang Mi not to ask others about the cause of Wan Junran's death later, in the face of this kind of clan with special power, they are outsiders, and they must be careful with their words and deeds.

Not getting yourself in trouble is the number one thing.

Yang Mi nodded.

After arriving at Wan Zonghai's manor, it was already full of all kinds of luxury cars, and it was Steward Huang who was standing at the door and was responsible for welcoming them.

Yang Mi nodded to Steward Huang, "Hello Uncle Huang!" ”

Steward Huang's expression was a little surprised, "You and your mother are here today?" What about Bai Yuean? ”

Before Yang Mi could speak, Mother Yang opened her mouth first.

"Steward Huang, how can it be appropriate to let that person surnamed Bai come on this occasion?"

Steward Huang nodded as if he understood a little, and he handed Yang Mi's mother and daughter a small hundred flowers.

"Two, the farewell ceremony is in the back mountain, and there is still half an hour to be held!"

Yang Mi nodded, "Well, I know Uncle Huang." ”

Yang Mi took her mother directly to the back mountain, and it took six or seven minutes to get there.

The Jinyi Guardian Ghost and the female ghost Ah Hua stopped moving.

Because both of them developed extremely uncomfortable feelings, and with each step towards the courtyard, their pain intensified.

Before becoming Jinyiwei, the Jinyi Guardian Ghost was tortured by the imperial court very harsh and even perverted, and they had an endurance beyond ordinary people.

But the pain of the bone cone at this moment, he really couldn't bear it.

Yang Mi didn't notice that the two ghost bodyguards had fallen behind.

She and her mother walked back up the hill with the crowd of mourners.

Many years ago, Yang Ma also took Yang Mi to the back mountain, and she also walked on this bluestone paved road.

That year, they attended the funeral of Wan Junran's mother.

When they arrived at the back mountain, people stood there solemnly.

A few meters next to an old tombstone, a grave has been dug up.

Wan Zonghai was sitting in a wheelchair with sunglasses, and he was facing away from everyone at the front.

A little sad Yang Mi wanted to go forward to say hello to Wan Zonghai, but was stopped by her mother.

A few minutes later, a helicopter flew in the distance towards the back mountain, and a coffin was hanging from underneath the helicopter.

The helicopter hovered over people's heads for a while, and then slowly descended under the command of the personnel on the ground.

The person who presided over the funeral was not a monk, not a Taoist priest, nor a priest, but the Huang Steward who came to the back mountain at the end.

Steward Huang first walked in front of Wan Zonghai, and he kept nodding his head in his ears.

It was as respectful as a eunuch obeying the emperor's dictation.

He has worked in Wanjia for decades and has been a housekeeper for nearly 20 years.

In addition to Wan Zonghai, Steward Huang has even done everything in the Wan family.

He only obeyed the instructions of Wan Zonghai alone.

The noise of the helicopter propeller made it difficult to speak, and it was not until after the plane flew away that Steward Huang began to speak.

"At the behest of Chairman Wan, the funeral of the son is simple, so the funeral and funeral will not stop, and now the funeral ceremony has officially begun!"

After saying that, several men in black suits came over, each of them holding a black umbrella on top of the coffin.

A few more men first tied a rope to the coffin, and then threaded it through the rope with a wooden pole.

Steward Huang ordered the coffin to be carried, and several men lifted the coffin.

Steward Huang gave another order, and they slowly moved the coffin carefully towards the grave.

The last command, "Fall into the coffin!" ”

Slowly, the coffin fell below the ground and disappeared from the sight of those who came to pay their respects.

Steward Huang walked to Wan Zonghai's side again, his movements were the same as just now, and he still kept nodding.

Then, on behalf of the old chairman, he expressed his gratitude to everyone present and said a lot of emotional words......

The burial process proceeded step by step.

Yang Mi, who has been standing at the end of the crowd with her mother, is grieving, and she seems to have found too many unreasonable places.

She knew that the richer the person, the more important the funeral customs.

But looking at the funeral in front of her, if it weren't for Wan Zonghai and Steward Huang being here, Yang Mi really couldn't believe that this was the funeral held by the leading family in China.