Above the Taoist sect, there was a black coffin, and there was no cover on the coffin. The one lying inside was the dead Zhang Rushan. At this time, Zhang Rushan looked peaceful and was wearing a black Taoist robe. It was obvious that some disciples had sorted it out for him.

When several people came to the Taoist gate, they closed their mouths and lowered their heads to observe silently for Zhang Rushan's death.

Yan Ning noticed that Tang Wenlin was also present. It is said that the coffin that Zhang Rushan is lying on now was the one who asked Tang Wenlin to work overnight to send Longhu Mountain. Everyone has to admit that if it comes to giving favors, no one can compare to Tang Wenlin.

Tang Wenlin was dressed in black and nodded at Yan Ning without showing a smile. He also knew that this occasion was not suitable for socializing.

Zhang Daofeng and his men had already appeared next to the Taoist sect. Zhang Quan and Mo Yuchen followed him. After Yan Ning's prescription, Zhang Quan seemed to be nothing serious.

Yan Ning did not see the figures of Monk Kongyu and Hu Daoming on the scene. He thought maybe it was because Monk Kongyu had not recovered yet, and Hu Daoming was by his side.

Zhang Yu organized the people who came to pay their respects to Zhang Rushan's corpse one by one. It was Yan Ning's turn, headed by Yan Ning, Wang Tianci and Zhuang Xiaoya, on his side. The three of them stepped forward and worshiped Zhang Rushan's corpse three times. Yan Ning lit him three incense sticks.

When burning the incense, Yan Ning held his lower lips. Although Zhang Rushan was not close to him, he was also a rare decent person, but now he has turned into a cold corpse.

The sins committed by the Changsheng Sect added another touch to Yan Ning's heart.

After everyone worshiped, Zhang Daofeng said, "The time has come, close the lid of the coffin and put it into the coffin nail!"

Mo Yuchen, wearing a white robe, walked forward with seven coffin nails in his hand. At this time, Yan Ning saw Tang Zixuan wearing mourning clothes appear. Tang Zixuan's face was exhausted, his eyes were swollen, and he obviously cried a lot of tears for Zhang Rushan's death. In comparison, although Mo Yuchen was also swollen, he was much better than Tang Zixuan.

After all, Mo Yuchen also had a second elder grandfather, and Tang Zixuan was raised by Zhang Rushan since childhood, and his kindness was as heavy as a mountain. Zhang Rushan's death may be compared with the entire Longhu Mountain.

Hang Wanzong stepped forward and closed the lid of the coffin. Tang Zixuan picked up the coffin nail from Mo Yuchen and slowly nailed it into the coffin. The sounds of knocking touched the hearts of everyone present.

A feeling of solemnity appeared in everyone's heart: Taoism has been calm for too long in the past century. Is Zhang Rushan's death a new trailer? Will the cult that killed Zhang Rushan cause another bloody storm?

At least, Longhu Mountain will not sit still and wait for death this time.

Every time Tang Zixuan nailed a coffin into the coffin, his face became gloomy. When the last coffin was nailed into the coffin, he suddenly raised the hammer in his hand and hit the coffin heavily. His voice resounded throughout the audience: "My master dies with his eyes open. I, Tang Zixuan, vowed to avenge my master. One day, I will wash away the immortal life sect!"

Many disciples from Longhu Mountain off the field lost their fellow disciples two days ago. They had long hated the Changsheng Sect to the core. Now, Tang Zixuan was so angry that he couldn't help but feel angry. He raised his fists and shouted bloody Changsheng Sect.

Seeing that the scene was about to lose control, the elders hurriedly looked at Zhang Daofeng. For three years, he left Longhu Mountain and stopped asking about it. Everything was handled by Zhang Rushan. Now that Zhang Rushan is dead, if Zhang Daofeng doesn't do anything, he may not agree to the disciples of Longhu Mountain.

Next, Zhang Daofeng's words did not disappoint everyone. He only looked at the disciples of Longhu Mountain below and said lightly: "Tang Zixuan, disciples above and below Longhu Mountain, you can send them to you. The Longsheng Sect will be destroyed. Remember, don't let our disciples of Longhu Mountain bleed."

In a word, although the wind is light and clouds are light, anyone can feel the anger in Zhang Daofeng's heart.

Tang Zixuan was stunned, then knelt down on both knees and kowtowed heavily to Zhang Daofeng.

Yan Ning and others were shocked. If this situation continues to develop, Longhu Mountain may really fight to the death with the Changsheng Sect.

Zhuang Xiaoya pulled Yan Ning's sleeve and whispered: "Is this too forced for Tang Zixuan?"

"The power of hatred can indeed make people stronger," Yan Ning sighed, "I just hope that after the Eternal Life Sect is destroyed, Tang Zixuan can return to the right path."

Several Longhu Mountain disciples stepped forward and lifted the coffin with the cover closed. Tang Zixuan held Zhang Rushan's portrait in his hand, and accompanied Mo Yuchen, Zhang Quan and others. A long team followed the bluestone mountain road of Longhu Mountain and walked around Longhu Mountain.

The inner gate of Longhu Mountain was so big that the funeral team walked for half a day before finally cremating Zhang Rushan’s coffin in front of the Taoist gate with the disciples of Longhu Mountain who died in battle that day, and finally sent it to the ancestral hall of Longhu Mountain for worship.

After the funeral, the guests also began to pack up and prepare to leave. Too many things happened in this Luotian Grand Ceremony. They vaguely felt that Taoism, which had been silent for a hundred years, would soon change.

In the afternoon, Tang Wenlin led Tang Yu to Yan Ning's yard to say goodbye.

"Brother Yan Ning, I have heard of Dabao's affairs. I wish you can successfully bring Dabao out of Guanling Taichung in a year!"

In the yard, Tang Yu took out the fine wine that had been prepared and asked Tang Wenlin to drink and say goodbye to Yan Ning.

Yan Ning drank the wine in the glass and nodded, "I misjudged Brother Tang."

"It's okay!" Tang Wenlin knew that Yan Ning was apologizing for the fact that he had scolded him for being inhumane. His reaction was very easy-going: "The Tang Sect has always welcomed Brother Yan Ning's visit, and the same is true for Wumen's Golden Needle."

When it comes to the Wumen golden needles, Yan Ning felt awe-inspiringly. There were only thirty-five left left to collect. If the remaining golden needles were all in the Tang Sect, Yan Ning would have come to the Tang Sect sooner or later.

Tang Wenlin winked at Tang Yu, and saw Tang Yu walking forward with a brocade box. When he opened it, Yan Ning found that there was a pair of mandarin duck chains inside, which were somewhat similar to the mandarin duck chains that Yan Ning Zhuang Xiaoya had purchased from the Tang Sect before, but it looked much more refined than the ones that Yan Ning and the other had.

"This is a mandarin duck chain specially created for you two by our Tang Sect. The inscription is made by the Lord of Wolong Pavilion himself. Its function is ten times stronger than that of your hands." Tang Wenlin introduced with a smile.

Yan Ning was secretly surprised. This upgraded version of the mandarin duck chain was indeed very attractive, but if Yan Ning wanted this mandarin duck chain, he might have to owe Tang Wenlin a considerable favor.

So, he thought that he could give Tang Wenlin some gifts. The treasure he had made from Longhu Mountain should be worth the value of this pair of mandarin duck chains!
Chapter completed!