Ji Dongyue heard Han Sheng's statement and opened his mouth to stop: "Han Sheng! Don't preach to my junior sister that set of your definite number theory, if the Xianxia Sect really believes in what cause and effect definite numbers, why don't they merge with Jinding Temple? ”

Han Sheng was not angry at all: "The fixed number that our Xianxia Sect said is not the same as the fixed number in the Buddha's gate. The fixed number that our Xianxia Sect said is not set in stone, since you don't want to listen to it, don't say it below. ”

Shu Yuechen took out the yellow paper villain that Lin Jingyong handed her from her arms. gloomily said: "But to say that his death has nothing to do with me is also a lie." ”

If she hadn't taken Lin Jingyong's spell drawn with blood, Lin Jingyong would not have taken Wu Rui to find him, and he would not have died under the glazed heavenly fire.

If it weren't for his lack of strength and failure to discover Hu Xiulan's sneak attack early, Lin Jingyong would not have died.

Han Sheng observed his words, took out a white jade pendant from his sleeve, cast a spell and sent it to Lin Jingyong's corpse.

The white jade pendant was only engraved with a few clouds, simple and transparent, and after entering Lin Jingyong's body, it emitted a faint white light and quickly turned into nothingness.

Han Sheng said with a smile: "This is the Spirit Protector Jade Pendant of our Xianxia Sect, which can help Xiaoyou's soul smoothly enter the underworld and be reincarnated as a human. ”

Shu Yuechen had a whim and asked him, "Can Senior Brother Han summon Lin Jingyong's soul and let me talk to him?" ”

Ji Dongyue coughed twice, and Shu Yuechen looked at him suspiciously.

Han Sheng had no choice but to explain: "Senior Sister Shu only cares about cultivating the Dao and practicing swords, and she hasn't read idle books!" The Immortal Cultivation Realm Phaseless Heavenly Demon King competes with the Hades for authority, and the human soul must quickly rush to the Underworld after death, otherwise it will be taken away by the Phaseless Heavenly Demon King and reduced to the food of the demon race. ”

Shu Yuechen hates these gods and ghosts, doesn't want to read this kind of book, and doesn't know the common sense of these immortal cultivation worlds.

But now, Shu Yuejian's friend Lin Jingyong has died, and she hopes that there will be souls and reincarnations in this world.

Maybe when Lin Jingyong is reincarnated, they can meet again.

Han Sheng took out a piece of purple jade from his sleeve again, the shape of the purple jade was roughly oval, it could be easily held with one hand, there was neither carving nor pattern on it, it was an uncarved, crystal clear piece of exquisite jade, exuding a faint purple light, he wanted to hand it to Shu Yueji:

"This piece of purple jade is a natural and raised treasure jade, long-term wearing is very beneficial to repair the injury of the soul, I look at Senior Sister Shu's soul is not harmonious, I think it was a small injury in the battle with Hu Xiulan, I wish to give it to Senior Sister Shu on behalf of Ji Dongyue, I hope Senior Sister Shu will recover soon, and her cultivation will rise greatly!"

Ji Dongyue squinted at him: "The purple jade is yours, you are willing to send it to my junior sister, what are you doing in my name?" ”

Han Sheng said with a smile: "You are a senior brother, how can you stand by coldly when you see your fellow junior sister injured?" I mean to give Ziyu to you, and you will give it to Senior Sister Shu. In this way, you owe me a favor, not a favor that Senior Sister Shu owes me. Old friend, I think about it for you, you should thank me! ”

Ji Dongyue frowned and said: "You have always loved these twists and turns, since this is the case, junior sister, you can accept it!" Count me in owing this kid a favor. ”

Since it is said that this is the part, Shu Yueji will also accept it, and he will not thank him for his great kindness, if he has the opportunity to repay this favor in the future.

Shu Yuechen remembered something again, and hurriedly said: "Please help Senior Brother Han, among these female corpses, there should be the body of my friend Lin Jingyong's cousin Zhang Hongxing, I heard that the Xianxia faction is good at divination, help me find Zhang Hongxing's, I want to send the bodies of Lin Jingyong and Zhang Hongxing back to my hometown for burial." ”

Han Sheng smiled: "It's just a small technique, wait for me to cast a spell." ”

He sketched in the void, summoned a spiritual light, formed a talisman of its own, and flew towards one of the female corpses and scattered.

Shu Yuechen walked towards the female corpse, Zhang Hongxing was tortured and killed and then suffered by the glass sky, at this time she couldn't see her appearance clearly, but she looked vaguely similar to Lin Jingyong.

She summoned the fragment of the Heavenly Fire Glass Jar from the sword bag and handed it to Ji Dongyue: "Please Senior Brother Ji help me return it to the Yuntai Sect, this level of magic weapon fragment must also be very precious." ”

The fragments of the Heavenly Fire Glass Cup were carried to Ji Dongyue by the invisible wind, and Ji Dongyue threw them to Han Sheng with his backhand: "Well, my junior sister's piece of purple jade has been returned, you go and return it to the Yuntai Sect." ”

Han Sheng had no choice but to accept it.

Shu Yuechen saluted Ji Dongyue and Han Sheng seriously: "Senior Brother Ji, Senior Brother Han, I will leave first, because I want to personally send my friends home." ”

Han Sheng and Ji Dongyue also said goodbye.

Shu Yuechen flew away alone, and she wanted to send the eighteen ice coffins back to Pingli County.

She sent the sixteen female corpses to the county office, told the county that the real culprit had been ambushed, and asked him to help send the female corpses back to their homes.

She changed back into black clothes, tied her ponytail, bought two fine coffins and a carriage, put the bodies of her friend and his cousin inside, and let her black narcissus and Lin Jingyong's gray donkey lead the carriage where the coffin was placed, and Lin Jingyong's baggage was still placed on the carriage.

She wanted to send her friend on her last journey as a Wei woman.

Her identity in this world is Shu Yueji, but her identity on the earth is Wei Jia, and she is Wei Jia who has fantasized about being a heroine.

Her identity as a Wei woman is not entirely fake.

Walking slowly along the way, this time she was no longer in a hurry, and there were no unsightly robbers coming to her.

When we arrived in Qingcheng Town, it was already dark, the starry sky was extremely dazzling, and the ancient town was extremely quiet.

Shu Yuechen drove the carriage back to Lin Jingyong's shop, opened the door, and put the two coffins into the shop.

She sat all night.

She thought of the aunt who had scolded Lin Jingyong, if Lin Jingyong's aunt wanted to scold her this time, she would have to endure it silently.

Maybe Lin Jingyong didn't see him, so he wouldn't have followed him on a journey to find his cousin.

He may always be abused by his aunt, but he can spend his life in Qingshan Town.

At dawn, the door of the Lin family's shop suddenly opened, and Lin Jingyong's aunt walked in. She saw the two coffins in the shop at a glance, pounced forward and opened them one by one, and carefully identified: "Red apricot!" "Quiet!"

She walked back and forth between the two coffins over and over again, as if two more glances would confirm that the two bodies were not real.

In the end, her face turned pale, she sat down on the ground, her eyes turned to Shu Yuejian, and she pointed at her with her finger, and she made a "ahhh

Her gaze was so desperate that Shu Yueji couldn't face her.

Shu Yuechen would rather be insulted than feel better.

Lin Jingyong's uncle also came with his eldest son, and the two honest peasants only nodded when they heard Shu Yuechen say that the murderer was dead.

Three days later, Lin Jingyong and Zhang Hongxing finished their funerals, and many villagers he had helped rushed over and sent Lin Jingyong and Zhang Hongxing to the grave lively.