These news were all told by the corpse mover in the early morning of a majestic snowy morning.

Time, it was the third day after Dao Face and Da Zhuang were captured.

Early that morning, the corpse movers brought up another corpse.

I heard him say that this corpse was an old man selling fish in the area of the dry bridge, because he couldn't bear the cold winter, lying at home, crying for his life.

The old man who sells fish has no children and no daughters, only a fishy smell for his life, or the neighbors see that he has not gone out for several days, he is worried, and comes to visit.

As a result, when I opened the door, I saw the old man lying on the bed, already stiff, and I don't know when he lost his breath.

The old man had no relatives, so naturally he had to move the corpse up the mountain.

But after the corpse movers left, Yu Chen stood in front of the grave, looking at the brand-new wooden sign, stunned.

He closed his eyes and looked directly into the interior, only to find that the people had gone through ups and downs, and there was no vision of that night.

A quarter of an hour later, Yu Chen couldn't bear the cold weather at noon and entered the house.

But until the heavy snow stopped and the sun rose, no new words appeared in the Sutra.

He closed the doors and windows, took out the scroll, and unfolded it.

I saw that on the endless fog and grotesque scene, the smoky words reappeared.

[Book Holder: Yu Chen]

[Position: None]

[Taoxing: None]

【Magical Power: Paper Man and Paper Horse】

Compared with the last time, there is one more "paper man and paper horse" in the supernatural power, which means that Yu Chen has initially mastered the strange art of paper man and paper horse.

As for the following, the "last wish" about the cod disappeared completely with the beggar's soul.

And when the second corpse was sent up the mountain, there was no other text.

Sitting on the creaking bench, Yu Chen lowered his eyes and pondered.

Now, he has basically figured out the role of this so-called Sutra of Salvation.

- Temper the dead.

When Yu Chen, as the book holder, fulfills the deceased's last wish, Yu Chen will be given some rewards in the book.

The paper man and paper horse were the first reward he received.

It is also the key to making that knife face and big strong feathers return.

But this time, when the body of the old man selling fish was carried up the mountain, Yu Chen stood in front of his grave for a long time, and did not see the so-called last wish of the deceased.

This made Yu Chen's heart realize.

"Isn't it only the deceased who has obsessions that can form the so-called spiritual vow? Can it be swallowed into the river by the people of Nadu? ”

Such speculation, although there is no conclusive evidence, Yu Chen's grasp in his heart is that it is eight or nine inseparable.

But after a brief moment of loss, he smiled again.

"That's good, at least it proves that the old man who sells fish is dead and blind."

Thinking like this, the thought was clear, Yu Chen stood up and cooked on the fire.

But things in this world are coincidental and quite impermanent.

When Yu Chen was obsessed with spiritual wishes and rewards, it didn't come; But when his thoughts were clear and his heart was comfortable, the feeling of palpitations came to his mind again.

Yu Chen followed his senses, pushed the door out, and saw a ghostly light, flickering in front of him.

It's just that the source of this ghostly light is not the old man who has just been buried, but from outside the Qingfeng Mausoleum.

"There must be life and death, people are not destined to rush in the end, they are the same people yesterday, and today they are in the ghost ......" The melody of frustration echoed in the snow, and the sadness and sadness carried the reluctance to part with life and death.

Hear it before you see it.

The lyrics lingered in his ears, Yu Chen looked up, and saw that outside the mausoleum, the yellowed money paper was sprinkled with the heavy snow.

An old man dressed as a Taoist priest walked ahead, with exaggerated steps and a strange posture, and opened the way.

Behind the old Taoist priest, the old woman in plain clothes had gray hair, red eyes, and wept.

Beside her, a tall, square-faced young man also had a sad face and was silent.

Further back, there were several black-shirted men, carrying a yellow wood coffin, walking indifferently.

Under Yu Chen's gaze, the group walked into the Qingfeng Mausoleum, and the big man who carried the coffin put down the coffin and began to dig the soil; The old Taoist priest waved the yellow flag and beat the ghosts and gods in order to make the road of the dead go smoothly; The old woman and the young man lit incense and wax, kowtowed and bowed to the deceased.

Half an hour later, he went down the mountain and left.

All that remained was burning paper and ashes from the burning.

As a grave watcher of Qingfeng Mausoleum, such a scene has long been commonplace for Yu Chen.

Unlike the beggar who was obsessed with eating cod and the old man who sold fish for no reason and was sent by the corpse movers, most of the dead buried in Qingfeng Mausoleum were poor, but most of them were family members, and they should have relatives to send them to the funeral, and invited Taoist priests to open the way and set foot on the netherworld.

In the past few years, Yu Chen has seen too many such partings of life and death.

But unlike every time in the past, today, in his eyes, there is a ghostly light on the new grave, which is uncertain.

Like a candle in the wind.

Yu Chen inexplicably realized in his heart that this was the person in the coffin, and he had a strong desire to make an attempt.

With a thought in his mind, he held the scroll in his hand.

And he saw the glow rise up, and turn into a black shadow, and follow him into the house.

Closing the doors and windows, Yu Chen sat back on the bed, and the figure stood with his head down.

If you look closely, he has a rickety figure, an aging face, a shroud, and his feet do not touch the ground, and he is by no means a living person.

And with the experience of the last time, even if Yu Chen was slightly shocked in his heart, he would not be frightened anymore.

He stretched out his hands and pulled away the Sutra.

Then he saw that in the middle of the scroll, the golden light came, and the ghost was ingested into it.

On the banks of the Huangquan River, another ghost stands.

The old and sad cry echoed in my ears.

"After the age of sixties, I have worked hard for half my life, and I should have enjoyed my family, but I am a rebel under my knees, and I am not angry, alas!"

At the same time, at the frontispiece, smoky text reappears.

【All Wishes for Nine Qualities】

【The Prodigal Son】

[Time limit: 36 hours]

【Reward】

Looking at the words, Yu Chen only felt that the world was spinning for a while.

The marquee-like picture emerges in front of me.

In Weishui County, on the shore of Hanqiao Lake, there is a shoemaker.

This shoemaker was born poor, when he was ten years old, he was sent by his parents to apprentice, two years of service, twelve to learn skills, diligent half a life, after sending away the teacher, the skill of repairing shoes and making shoes has been perfected, in the dry bridge area of Weishui County, it is also a little famous.

With fame comes money.

Although repairing shoes and making shoes is a small road, it is not as good as studying and practicing martial arts and business, but at the end of the year, you can also make some money.

Later, he set up his own business, married a wife and had children, and became an old shoemaker, although he was not rich and rich, but at least he was free of food and clothing.

In the eyes of outsiders, the old shoemaker's family should be peaceful and peaceful, with no worries about food and clothing.

But the so-called family has a scripture that is difficult to read.

The old shoemaker's heart was sick to his son.

This kid has been rebellious since he was a child, reading and writing, stealing and playing tricks, but he is a juju fighting insect and is talented.

has been stumbling like this for more than ten years, and there is no one who is making a living.

The old shoemaker wanted him to learn his own skills, and this rebel also fished for three days and dried nets for two days.

often makes the old couple so angry that they are in a dark and beats their chests.

But that's all there is to it.

Although the old shoemaker did not make any fortune in his life, he at least accumulated some money, not to mention fine clothes and food, but it was enough for the rebel son to marry a wife and have a baby, and live his life in peace.

But the bad thing is that he got something that shouldn't be touched.

- Gambling.

Weishui County, Tianqiao area, Tongbao Village, the notorious largest gambling house.

I don't know if he was lured by his fox friends or on a whim, the old shoemaker's son plunged into it, and gambled for three days and three nights.

Three days later, he was stripped naked and thrown out of the village, and returned home in embarrassment.

When the old shoemaker and his wife asked, they were immediately angry, and scolded this rebel for not learning and not knowing, and he was a child.

And that's not all.

The next day, someone came to the village, holding a debt slip with the old shoemaker's son signing and drawing, in black and white!

Although the old shoemaker knew that the village was cheating, but Tongbao Caizhuang had a deep background and raised a group of scoundrels, even if the old shoemaker was trembling with anger, he had to give in, and after paying off the debt to his son, the money of his life was consumed.

Later, I learned that the rebel son was still borrowing money from everywhere, intending to fight again and make a comeback.

The old shoemaker was angry, spitting blood from his mouth and whimpering for his life.

That's why this funeral happened.

When he died, he was worried and thinking, this day people will say goodbye, his wife is old, and his son has no skills, what should he do in the future?

As a result, it turned into an obsession, and it did not blink its eyes and did not disperse for a long time.

After a long time, Yu Chen opened his eyes, let out a long sigh, and spit out the turbidity at the bottom of his chest.

For the old shoemaker, I feel desolate.

After working hard for most of his life, he finally reached the age of recuperation, but he encountered this kind of thing.

At the same time, I also sigh at the rebel, so I don't want to fight!

There are no shackles, he can read and write, practice martial arts and business, but he doesn't read.

The old father in the family has a good craft, but he doesn't learn it.

Even so, you can have no worries for a lifetime, but you still want to get involved in that harmful gamble, kill your father, and scatter your family wealth!

——Although Yu Chen's experience in this life does not have a specific concept of gambling, the memory of the previous generation firmly remembers a sentence.

Huang Tian is above, and he swears not to share the sky with gambling and drugs.

But then again, after Yu Chen watched the marquee of the old shoemaker's life, he probably also realized his last wish.

is not to recover the family wealth that was pitted by the wealth village, but to let the son who is not a weapon wake up and be down-to-earth from then on.

This time, Yu Chen made it a little difficult.

Presumably, over the years, the old shoemaker and his wife should have persuaded the prodigal son countless times, with little success.

He didn't even listen to his father and mother, and he was a grave watcher, so what could he do to make this prodigal son turn back.

Yu Chen's sitting is two hours.

When the pot was steaming and the firewood on the stove was about to go out, his eyes lit up, and he had a plan.