Yangqing Dao people used the only remaining heat of life to preach for Han Xuan, and at this moment, Han Xuan snuggled up to Fang Xuan, like a child, crying and crying and falling asleep.

Fang Xuan looked at him and sighed, he knew that this child had already suffered too much, he only hoped that Han Xuan at this moment could forget these things in his dreams and be as carefree as other children.

Two days later, the funeral of Yangqing Dao began in the foothills of Niu Village.

Is the sky blue above the firmament, or is the earth black under the earth? No one knows, just as no one knows where we are born and where we are going to die. Perhaps at this moment, Yangqing knew that she was looking for the Tao in the first half of her life, but she fell in love with her senior brother, and her bitterness was fruitless, her teacher was scattered, and she was turned into the red dust. Cang Tian treated her too thinly and fell into the mortal dust, but she fell into the affairs of the Liu family, and this time she was a lifetime. She spent her whole life chasing cause and effect, but the reincarnation of cause and effect in this world was too fast, and she couldn't catch up.

Liu Wanshan became more and more stupid, he smirked at the people who came to the funeral, but when people carried Yangqing's body into the coffin, he went crazy to stop it. He cried, tears did not stop, he roared, constantly patting Yang Qing's body, even a few strong men couldn't pull it away. At this time, Liu Wanshan, no one could see that he had already lost his soul.

The old man has no relatives, the Liu family has no collateral, and he has few friends on weekdays, so all the aftermath is handed over to Fang Xuan. Fang Xuan held the spirit flag in his hand and led the funeral procession into the mountain, it had just rained the night before, and the mountain road was very rugged.

Fang Xuan found a dragon land for Yang Qing, hiding all the feng shui, as if the entire mountain was running for this place, and Fang Xuan also spent a lot of effort to find this place. There were constant cries and shouts all the way, most of them were just plays, but there were also a few people who were infected by such anger and cried incessantly.

The journey was relatively smooth, and the tomb was already visible. But at this moment, one of the people in the team carrying the coffin suddenly seemed to be restrained under his feet, and he couldn't move the slightest, but his body still pressed forward, and under inertia, he suddenly fell down on this side. The other three were also struggling for a while, but the mountain road was muddy, and it was difficult to stand firmly, so they fell down instantly.

Yangqing's coffin rolled down the mountain road like this, but fortunately, the coffin did not spread out under the tumbling, and after a few back and forth, he plunged into a quagmire.

"Ah, this, this, this is a great omen, Amitabha, why is this old man so miserable?"

"Hurry up, go quickly, go a little late for fear that bad luck will also get you, I really regret it!"

There was a lot of talk in the funeral procession, and a group of people had quietly slipped away, for fear that if they left a little later, the ominous would also befall them.

"Master!" The moment the coffin landed, Han Xuan roared out, and at this moment, his eyes cracked, and he also ran towards the quagmire.

He knew that the old man had exhausted all his luck in order to preach to him, but why did God treat her like this after he died? What is heaven? Han Xuan knelt beside the quagmire, and could only cry and watch Yangqing's coffin sink down, he looked up to the sky and roared, he was angry at the injustice of this sky! He hated the ruthlessness of this fate! He just wanted to open the day with a knife! He wanted to bury the sky and bury it with his teacher!

For a long time, only the crows could be heard in the foothills, and the funeral procession had long since dispersed, leaving only Fang Xuan alone. And Han Xuan's tears had already dried up, and he didn't even know what sadness was. He didn't know why he felt so sorry for this old man who had only been in contact for a few days, and he regretted that he hadn't called her a master when she was alive

"The avenue is ruthless, and the old man may not like the fate of the world. Xiao Xuan, it's good to mourn. Fang Xuan patted Han Xuan's shoulder and said.

"Wow Wow Wow"

Only the sound of crows echoed in the mountains.

Fang Xuan erected the tombstone prepared earlier next to the quagmire, the tombstone was engraved with Chen Xue's name, it was strange to say, she sought her penance to get rid of the red dust, but in the end, it was still her dust name that was remembered. On the right side of the tombstone, there is a line of small characters: My teacher Yangqing Taoist Xihe Tiannian, apprentice Han Xuan.

Han Xuan's expression was wooden, but he kept kowtowing in front of Yangqing's tomb.

One time, two times, three times, ten times, twenty times, and finally a hundred knocks, Han Xuan slowly got up, and his knees and forehead were already blurred with blood, but he didn't know the pain, and muttered: "It's difficult to report the love of preaching even a hundred times to kowtow, I, Han Xuan, will definitely cultivate the Dao Fruit one day, and come back to break the so-called shackles for you!"

He looked up at the sky, as if he was saying to the sky, and as if he was talking to himself, "Heaven, are all the causes and effects in the world caused by you? But I don't believe that you can decide my cause and effect! I, Han Xuan, will break out of my own heaven in this life, because my life can only be decided by myself! If the Buddha oppresses me, I will punish the Buddha! If the Tao deceives me, I will get rid of the Tao! If the heavens disobey me, I will bury the heavens!"

Fang Xuan looked at the scene in front of him and was stunned, "What is this kid doing?

On the path of cultivation, the heart of the Dao is the most important, or it can be said that whether the heart is firm or not determines the long-term path of cultivation. Those who seek immortality in the heart of the Dao have. There are those who seek great freedom in their hearts. Dao heart seeks immortals, there is. The heart of the Tao is going to be buried, there has never been!

At this moment, all the qi in heaven and earth seemed to be surging towards Han Xuan, and at this time, Han Xuan, in the eyes of Fang Xuan, who had cultivated qi for decades, was simply qi through the sky!

Between heaven and earth, the cold wind was blowing, and the crow's cry was still hovering in the sky, but in Fang Xuan's ears, only those few words kept echoing: If the sky is against me, I will bury the sky!

The meaning of burying the heavens has finally been introduced, and there are still a few chapters, and the beginning part will also end, and the story of the first volume will begin soon. Han Xuan's life has to learn to grow, and now he is also experiencing growth, each of us is the same, a story and a life. If you think this book is still acceptable, please help cut the famine and recommend it, and let the story of "Burial of the Sky and the Gods" grow.

I've written a lot of fragmented novels before, but this time I'm going to write down the story in my heart completely, I'm no longer young, I need to work hard for my life and my story. Friends who are also confused or stuck on the road of life, let's cheer together, let us and Han Xuan's life grow all the way, and rise together!

Reveal the plot in advance, the story of the first volume will start from the story of tomb robbery, step by step to restore a mystery through the ages, new characters, new stories, if you have friends who like tomb robbery novels, please pay more attention.

The first volume of "The Lost Trace of the Bohai Sea" is coming soon.