After the Spirit King finished his order, he left only Ling Miaoqing and Ling Nian and let everyone else go out.

Teng Hongyuan and Li Rouhuai wanted to be busy with the things that the Spirit King had explained, so they talked to Lin Qitian and went to busy with their own affairs.

Lin Qitian didn't leave, just waited outside the stone room, thinking about something with his eyes down.

"Boy, can you really quell this civil strife?" Lu Wu asked with some uncertainty.

Lin Qitian raised his eyebrows slightly, and said lightly: "How do I know? I don't even know why there is civil strife, what is the pattern now, who are the rebels, and the number of rebels, how can I talk about quelling civil strife?"

"Then you still promised the Spirit King? Now that you inherit the position of the Spirit King, that is to hold the life and death of the Spirit Clan in your hands, and if you are careless, the Spirit Clan will be overturned!"

"Okay, take one step at a time, and besides, look at his posture, I don't agree to it? He naturally has his considerations, and if I happen to be able to put this civil strife to rest, then I can go sideways, right?"

"What if you can't get even?"

"Find a chance to run, if you can't run, you will die. Life is a big gamble, win, sit on the spirit clan, lose, quietly wait for death. What's more, now the opportunity is in my own hands, even if I lose, I don't regret it. ”

Lu Wu stopped talking after hearing this, and went to analyze the feasibility of quelling the chaos by himself.

Lin Qitian narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to think about life.

............

After a short time, Ling Nian led Ling Miaoqing out. Ling Miaoqing was half-leaning on her mother, she had no way to cry, but she kept choking, her little carved face was very pale, her eyes were slightly closed, as if she was about to faint.

Ling Miaoqing has lost her father since she was a child, and she has always grown up by the side of the Spirit King, and the death of the Spirit King hit her too hard. Although Ling Nian was grief-stricken, she also took care of Ling Miaoqing, so she didn't release her pain wantonly, but just hugged Ling Miaoqing, wanting to send her back to her room to rest, and then deal with the affairs of the Ling Queen.

Ling Nian raised her eyes to look at Lin Qitian, the calm in her eyes was abnormal, and a few wisps of bloodshot in her eyes could expose the great sorrow in her heart.

"Please help me send Miaoqing back, I'll go and discuss my father's future with Teng Hongyuan and Li Rouhuai. There was a bit of weakness in the slightly hoarse voice, like a dead leaf on a tree in the autumn wind, ready to be pulled down and fall into the decaying mud.

Lin Qitian nodded, stepped forward to take Ling Miaoqing, hugged her horizontally, pulled the corners of his mouth to say something, and finally sighed: "Mourning." ”

Lingnian nodded almost imperceptibly, and then left the place like a walking corpse.

Lin Qitian looked down at Ling Miaoqing, her eyes were half-closed, lying in Lin Qitian's arms, motionless, only occasional sobbing, bringing down a few lines of tears.

He walked steadily to her room with Ling Miaoqing in his arms, placed her on the wooden couch, and patted her gently. After about a pillar of incense, she fell asleep. Lin Qitian tucked the quilt for her and turned to go out.

Outside the door, Zhan Shi was already waiting. Ben was a man with five big and three thick, but at this time, he tried to widen his eyes, looking at the sky in the distance, his forehead was bruised, his fists were clenched, and he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making any sound.

Lin Qitian stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and asked Zhan Shi to take him to Teng Hongyuan and them.

It was a peaceful and comfortable village, but at this time it was covered with heavy sadness, and Tiangong seemed to be infected by this scene, and it was drizzling.

Lin Qitian was led by Zhan Shi to a large tent, which was used by the Spirit Clan people to discuss important matters. At this time, many people had gathered outside the tent, and when they saw Lin Qitian coming, they all got out of the way.

When I entered the account, I saw Lingnian, Teng Hongyuan, Li Rouhuai and a few guards discussing something, and when they saw Lin Qitian coming, they all stopped.

Lin Qitian stepped forward, stood still in front of them, and pursed his lips, "Everyone's condolences ......"

Several people's eyes turned redder when they heard this, the Spirit King has treated his people very well since he succeeded to the throne, if it weren't for the sudden rebellion that led to the division of the Spirit Clan, the Spirit King would not have died like this today.

Several people calmed down their emotions a little, and after looking at each other, they all knelt down and saluted, "I've seen the New Spirit King!"

Everyone outside the door also heard the voice inside, and knelt down one after another, "I've seen the New Spirit King!"

Lin Qitian didn't shirk either, "Get up." ”

Everyone got up, Lin Qitian asked how to arrange the affairs of the Queen of Spirit, Li Rouhuai answered them one by one, Lin Qitian picked out a few points, improved them slightly, and asked her to do it.

............

Three days later, the Spirit King was buried

In the early morning, when the sky was hazy, everyone in the village got up one after another, they hung a white cloth banner in front of the house, and tied white cloth strips around their waists and foreheads for themselves and their families, and no one in the whole village spoke, only the sound of walking back and forth.

Although Lin Qitian wants to succeed the Spirit King, after all, he does not have the blood of the Spirit Clan, so he does not have to tie a white cloth like others, but he still wears a white dress, and today he wants to support the coffin and preside over the funeral for the Spirit King as the successor.

According to the customs of the spirit clan, Teng Hongyuan led people to set up a high platform not far from the village last night, and put the spirit king and his companion spirit beasts on it, so that people could guard it inch by inch.

......

At three o'clock, everyone gathered in front of the high platform. Even after three days, there were still many people who couldn't accept the departure of the Spirit King, and after a while, there were several suppressed cries from the crowd.

Lin Qitian nodded to Teng Hongyuan and Li Rouhuai, signaling the funeral to begin.

Teng Hongyuan held the halberd in both hands, took three steps forward and knelt on one knee, and shouted, "My king is back!"

There was also a voice from the crowd, "My king is gone!" The voice was hoarse, but it made the grief of everyone present even more involved.

Some children couldn't help it, so they hugged their parents and started crying.

Teng Hongyuan took six steps forward, knelt on his knees, and shouted, "My king is not in the world!"

At this time, the guards on both sides of the high platform all took three steps forward, knelt down on one knee, clenched their right hands into fists against their chests, and shouted loudly together, "My king is not in the world!"

Teng Hongyuan waited for half a moment before he took nine steps forward on his knees, and with a bang, he put the halberd in his hand aside, and then slowly kowtowed, and he couldn't stand for a long time......

Maybe others couldn't see it clearly, but Lin Qitian was not far away, and he saw Teng Hongyuan's shoulders trembling slightly. Lin Qitian turned his head away, and his eyes turned slightly red.

He has only met the Spirit King a few times, and he can't talk about friendship, so he shouldn't cry for him, but this situation is really heartbreaking......

After a while, Teng Hongyuan stood up, standing next to the halberd, his hands behind his back, clenching his fists.

Li Rouhuai held the long whip in his hand, walked to the middle of the high platform, bowed to the Spirit King Yingying, turned around and shook his wrist at the sky, shook the whip, and shouted: "Fu!"

Immediately nine people stepped forward, and all but one of them was dressed in white, and the others were all dressed in black. The man in white held the spirit banner in his hand, and walked towards the Spirit King step by step, followed by several other people, either holding a bell or holding a square mirror.

Nine people came to the Spirit King, eight men in black sat around the Spirit King, waving bells and square mirrors, whispering something in their mouths, the men in white turned to face everyone, waved the spirit flag in one hand, held the waist in the other, and shouted in a long voice to the north of the netherworld: "My king, ......"

The other eight stood up and shouted as well, and the dull voice of "My king...... " passed through everyone, and in an instant, the wind blew the spirit flags whirring.

The man in white placed the spirit banner beside the Spirit King, and the others also put the things in their hands on the Spirit King's side, and then bowed together and withdrew.

Li Rouhuai struck another whip, "Funeral!"

Ling Nian wiped the corners of his eyes, walked to the Spirit King with Ling Miaoqing, stuck the horn between his upper and lower teeth, stretched his mouth open, put a piece of white jade broken into two pieces, put one of them in, and put the other piece on the head of the Spirit King's companion spirit beast. Then he took out the horn and stepped back.

Ling Miaoqing was like a walking corpse throughout the whole process, her eyes were blank, and she was pulled by her mother.

Li Rouhuai struck the whip three times in a row, and shouted: "Sue!"

Lin Qitian took a light breath, strode forward, and came to Li Rouhuai. Li Rouhuai bowed, put the long whip in both hands, and then stepped aside.

Lin Qitian took the long whip, danced with all his strength, and shouted, "Sue heaven and earth!"

Dance again, exhale, "Two sue mountains and rivers!"

Three dances, and then shout, "Three sue clansmen!"

"Those who have lost their souls are the only ones who are gone! Or the spring moss is born, and the autumn wind is temporarily rising. It is the intestines of the tribesmen, and they feel sad. The wind is small and loud, the clouds are long and strange, and the horses are cold and screaming. Relatives are sad and dead. [Note]

Lin Qitian's heavy and gentle voice resounded through the sky, "Try to look at the spirit clan, the vines and grass linger, and the arch wood gathers the soul." I was born here, and the heavens were so happy that the servants hated people and were terrified. Those who think of chaos will die of hatred. [Note]

He paused, picked up the halberd on the side, and pointed at everyone from afar, his voice was high, almost hoarse, "Since ancient times, there has been death, don't swallow it without hate." But the deceased is gone, and the living should stand. The king died in chaos, what can you do about it?"

A gust of wind blew, the black hair of the man on the stage was flying with the wind, and the hem of the white clothes also fluttered, and the halberd on his right hand was like a dragon arrogant, pointing directly at everyone, he looked around angrily and shouted: "What can you do about it?!"

Teng Hongyuan took the lead in kneeling down on one knee and shouted urgently: "Fight, fight, fight!"

The others knelt down and shouted, "Fight, fight!"

Teng Hongyuan said in a deep voice: "I am willing to follow the king and quell the rebellion of my clan!"

"I am willing to follow the king and quell the rebellion of my clan!"

"I am willing to follow the king and quell the rebellion of my clan!"

"I am willing to follow the king and quell the rebellion of my clan!"

............

For a while, everyone's voice was shocked, and it was deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.

Lin Qitian took it lightly, and the halberd was retracted like a dragon returning to the abyss, and he was behind him.

He looked at the kneeling crowd, and he was a little distracted, these people will follow me in the future......

When the shouting stopped, Lin Qitian pinched the halberd in his hand and called: "Burial"

The guards stepped forward and placed the Spirit King and his companion spirit beasts into the coffin prepared in advance. This coffin is carved jade as the coffin, Wenzi is the coffin, and it is full of the merits of the spirit king during his lifetime.

Lin Qitian handed over the halberd and whip in his hand to Teng Hongyuan, raised his feet to the coffin, and lifted it vigorously with several other guards, walking towards the selected cemetery step by step.

When passing by the crowd, a kneeling child, about two or three years old, looked at the coffin ignorantly, and asked his father next to him in a low voice: "Daddy, didn't you say that Grandpa Lingwang can't talk when he sleeps in it, then I'll sleep in it for Grandpa Lingwang and let Grandpa Lingwang talk to everyone, okay, I miss Grandpa Lingwang so much." ”

Lin Qitian's footsteps faltered, gritted his teeth, and continued to move forward steadily............

[Note] Taken from "Hate Fu" and "Don't Fu", Xiao Geng has made slight changes