As Qin Tian got closer and closer to the bridge, a mournful music bypassed a drainage poplar tree by the river and burrowed into his ears.

Hearing this voice, Qin Tian's mood slowly became heavy, and his eyes were full of sorrow.

When there was no one around, Qin Tian raised his hand with one hand, and a trace of spiritual light swirled in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, a large handful of white carnations appeared in his hand.

If ordinary people see it, they will definitely be shocked, isn't this just the ability of immortals on TV! But this is actually a small trick in the use of spiritual power, which is to test the monk's control of spiritual power.

That is, the spiritual power of the control zhì conjures up what is in one's heart. Although it is not a physical object, it can maintain the texture of the physical object for a period of time.

With a few heavy steps, Qin Tian held a bouquet of white carnations and slowly walked across the bridge.

Walking across the bridge, it suddenly became clear, and Qin Tian swept to one of the houses at a glance.

The house is an old-fashioned house made of green bricks, with a front door and a courtyard.

In front of the house, covered with red firecracker paper and yellow paper money, in the inner door, under the cover of mournful music, you can faintly hear the sound of crying, which makes people feel sad.

Qin Tian slowly walked to the front of the house holding a white carnation, his face was calm, but his eyes were full of sadness.

Outside the house, there were some villagers watching the excitement, some were looking inside, and some were whispering. Seeing a young man with a white flower walking here, the villagers looked at Qin Tian with curious eyes, and then they each discussed the origin of this young man in private.

"Who is this young man? Why haven't you seen it!" An aunt who was over sixty years old glanced curiously at Qin Tian who came over, and said to the aunt next to her, who was about the same age.

"The face is very raw, it should be a friend of the Xie family's daughter!" replied the aunt next to her in an authentic dialect.

As she spoke, the aunt sighed again, and her eyes were faintly red: "What a good child that girl of the Xie family, well-behaved and polite, every time she sees me, she calls me "Wang Ma", not to mention how close she is, I can't imagine that it will be gone if it is gone!"

"Alas...... yes!"

Just when everyone was whispering, Qin Tian had already stepped into the courtyard, his eyes were full of sadness, and he fell straight to the mourning hall in the inner room, and there was a black and white photo on the mourning hall. The girl in the photo is beautiful, with a smile on her face and seems to be happy.

In front of the mourning hall, a glass coffin lay quietly, and several people dressed in white around the coffin

The people threw themselves on the coffin and wept silently, and a deep sadness lingered in this courtyard, lingering.

Among the people who threw themselves on the coffin were two old men who were over the age of old, with tears in their eyes, and they could no longer utter complete syllables, and one of the middle-aged men looked the most poignant.

The middle-aged man was half-lying on the ground, constantly banging his head against the glass coffin, crying like a child, and constantly screaming and crying "Qing'er, my Qing'er!" If you look closely, you will find that the middle-aged man's legs seem to be paralyzed, and his body is moving on the ground.

A woman next to her, who looked a little like Xie Wanqing, was already crying, kneeling on the ground, her hand desperately hugging the middle-aged man's head, her face was full of grief, and she cried hoarsely: "Wen Qiang, Wen Qiang, Qing'er can't come back!

The choked sound in the words makes people cry!

In the courtyard, it was full of relatives and friends wearing white clothes and white stripes on their heads, and when they saw Qin Tian with a sad face walking into the courtyard, their eyes fell on him, but they did not stop him.

One step, two steps...... Qin Tian slowly walked into the mourning hall.

Inside the glass coffin, a girl lies quietly, as if she had just fallen asleep.

The girl's originally beautiful face lost its luster at this time, and a big hole was broken in her forehead, although it was treated, she could vaguely feel the girl's pain at that time.

The girl fell asleep, but closed her eyes forever!

Stepping into the mourning hall, Qin Tian's body was fixed in front of the coffin, quietly looking at the girl in the coffin, with a miserable white face and closed eyes, that appearance made people feel heartache to watch!

The people in the mourning hall, while grieving, looked at Qin Tian's actions strangely and did not make a sound.

After standing still for a long time, Qin Tian placed the white carnation on the glass coffin, and then bowed deeply.

After the memorial, Qin Tian's body retreated to the side of the mourning hall, and a middle-aged man in white walked up to Qin Tian with tears wiped from his eyes, his eyes were red, and he asked hoarsely, "Little brother, are you Qing'er's friend?"

"I'm here to see her for the last time!" Qin Tian nodded and said in a low tone.

"I'm Qing'er's uncle, thank you for coming to see her. The middle-aged man wiped a handful of tears and looked sad.

At this time, the cry in the mourning hall suddenly became louder, and it turned out that the cleansing ceremony of the deceased was coming. In folk tradition, the purification of the dead means that the deceased will be

Wash away the worries of the earthly world and completely fall into reincarnation.

And after the cleansing ceremony, the last ritual will be carried out, which is the burial!

Those relatives and friends in the mourning hall pulled away a few people who were lying on the coffin crying bitterly, and a few people dressed as Taoist priests helped open the hall, lifted Xie Wanqing's body, and carried it to the back room, ready to cleanse themselves.

Xie Wanqing's grandparents and parents all felt as if they had lost their souls, and their bodies were paralyzed on the rest of the people, only caring about the intermittent choking and crying.

Qin Tian walked up to the middle-aged man whose leg was already paralyzed, supported him, and silently shared their grief. This person should be Xie Wanqing's father, Xie Wenqiang!

Half an hour later, there was a cry of sorrow in the back room, presumably that the cleansing ceremony had been completed. After a while, several Taoist priests carried a wooden plank covered with a white cloth, while Xie Wanqing was wearing a new dress, like a girl next door sleeping on the plank.

An old Taoist priest next to him shook a soul bell, held a bowl of water, and sprinkled a little water on Xie Wanqing's body.

In the courtyard, someone had already carried in a pitch-black coffin, ready to cover the coffin of the deceased.

The crying in the mourning hall shook the sky, the sadness was sensational, and Qin Tian's eyes became a little wet.

"Qing'er, Qing'er, Father is sorry for you!" At this time, Xie Wenqiang's feelings suddenly lost control, crying and rushing towards Xie Wanqing's corpse.

Because his leg was paralyzed, he suddenly rushed down, his body was unstable, and he fell on the plank.

And the little Taoist priest carrying the wooden board was rushed like this, the wooden board was unstable, and Xie Wanqing's body rolled down.

Because it was too sudden, Qin Tian didn't react, and when he saw Xie Wanqing's body rolling to the ground, he hurriedly stepped forward a few steps, ready to pick up Xie Wanqing's body.

Just as Qin Tian was holding Xie Wanqing's back with his right hand, a strange thing suddenly appeared in Qin Tian's palm, and a strange idea reached Qin Tian's mind.

"The soul is not gone!" Qin Tian's face flashed with surprise, and a dazzling light suddenly burst out in his eyes.