Jiang Wen and his entourage immediately returned to the Nanhai Ancient Temple and told the numb villagers the prepared news. They all looked at Jiang Wen and the others.

The expressions of the villagers were also very indifferent, as if they had been exhausted by this series of sufferings and had no urge to see with their own eyes. The dead said that their roots were broken, while the living had new roots. Ordinary people are not separated from the realm of life and death, so naturally they can only

Reincarnation in it will never end.

Yan Yongchun's father patted the village elder on the shoulder and expressed his sorrow in a unique way for adults. The villagers seemed to have guessed that such a day would come, but it just happened at the right time. They just accepted it calmly.

It is said that Zhangqiugang Village was quiet and there was nothing unusual inside or outside the mourning hall.

"Everyone, now that the first seven days have passed, the coffins of the deceased waiting to be burrowed in each house continue to be suspended, which will easily lead to stinking and plague ghosts. Why not let the poor people practice salvation and let the souls of the dead be reincarnated in the next life."

With Yan Wing Chun here, naturally no one would doubt the knowledge of the three of them.

Moreover, they neither dared to doubt nor were willing to refute. They just looked at each other hesitantly, as if thanking God for his kindness.

It's like a classmate telling you in advance that your grades are failing, but still hoping that all this will be misunderstood and misunderstood. Or maybe it's only at this time that the world can have a bit of goodness in human nature.

Yan Yongchun persuaded a few more words, and the villagers finally started to move slowly, like stiff puppets. They finally listened to Jiang Wen's advice, and just like they had obeyed Yan Yongchun's instructions before, they respectfully and silently took the food from Hong Sheng Temple.

After showing the ready-made incense candles and paper money, he lifted up the sacred altar and walked towards the village in a long silence.

The prepared paper money was flying all over the sky, flying from the mountain gate to the village, mixed with slight intermittent sobs.

Under the leadership of Jiang Wen, every household carried out a black lacquer coffin, with the coffin head facing the middle in the shape of a lotus. They gathered in front of the flat ground at the entrance of the village, like a crowd of people during the ebb and flow of the tide.

Dark shells left one after another on the beach.

At this time, in the village, the stars and the moon are slanting to the west, the pines and cypresses are towering, the cold wind is making rustling sounds, and the Chang Geng stars are facing them calmly. It is the time when the long night's atmosphere is at its most intense and forbidding.

"The monastery will be successful, the relief will be completed, the owner of the restaurant will be pious, and he will offer incense and worship..."

Jiang Wen arranged the priest's robes and crown, stood alone in the center of the coffin array, twisted three sticks of incense with dignity, and slowly inserted them into the carved hydrangea incense burner in front of him. He rang the bell to announce the start of the ritual, and everyone left one after another.

Taoist priest, this identity he used to travel around the world came in handy after all. When he saw him, he walked to the hastily built altar with a serious face. He was surrounded by ghastly coffins in the center, and the stench was accompanied by mosquitoes and flies.

After arriving, the villagers only dared to watch from a distance.

The night was getting deeper and the moonlight was bright, making Jiang Wen's image desolate and alienated. On his indifferent face with his eyes closed and silent, the villagers gradually read a bit of compassion and compassion for the world, and everyone's emotions

I also gradually broke free from the shackles of the strange shadow, and gradually became misty in the smoke.

Yin Jiao is usually made to redeem the deceased, and requires the refining of spiritual treasures, chanting sutras for the deceased, inviting the deceased to attend court, etc. However, Jiang Wen's craftsmanship was all based on stealing from Yuan Huazi, and he only learned the skills and spread them widely.

Maoshan Zhai offers a little fur.

He was unable to perform serious rituals, but at the moment, the only people facing deportation were Hei Yi, so he simply followed the formal rituals of opening sutras, praying, repenting, issuing talismans, and inviting saints to the altar, and continued on.

Yuan Ziyi was also secretly amused. It was a rare thing in the world for fake Taoist priests to recite sutras and send fake ghosts away.

But at this moment, not to mention the fluttering of flags and the blowing of the wind, strange things were happening all over the place. The Zhangqiugang Village seemed to be accompanied by the shadows of dragons and snakes, the cold light flooded the area, and some formless things were about to come out, even the dead bodies in the coffins.

It was as if they were ready to move, about to stretch out their rotten palms and crawl back into the world that had offended them and cursed them.

"There seems to be something on the tree..."

"No, it sounds like Jiangwan to me..."

"Shh, keep your voice down, I hear the sound getting closer..."

Amidst the noisy chatter, burrs appeared in the moon halo in the sky. Between the darkness of the stars and moon, people could vaguely see a huge creature that was difficult to describe in words, staggering from the river and sea.

The thing had tattered brown scales, and countless debris dried and fallen off. They were circling and intertwined like poisonous snakes, squirming upwards, devouring each other, and strangling each other.

The chaotic dragon-snake shape couldn't tell where its limbs were, and it wasn't clear which one was the head. After letting out a hoarse, twisted, and terrifying cry in the direction of Jiang Wen, it suddenly spit out countless debris, which turned into countless pieces in the air.

The snake-shaped monster landed, and the sound of the evil night instantly soared over the village.

The villagers turned around and involuntarily wanted to retreat to the temple. However, they saw a stench rising from the ancient Nanhai Temple. It was dark and muddy, like a dark cloud covering the sky.

.And on the route where the black clouds spread, drops of dirty rain fell from the sky and hit the ground hard——

But that's not rain, it's ghosts that manifest their true form...

At this time, the villagers were fighting with each other, and their hair stood on end. However, Jiang Wen motionlessly kneaded the magic formula with his hands and closed his eyes without saying a word. He softly recited vague sutras and repentance, completely ignoring the scary and weird atmosphere in front of him, and waited quietly.

Opportunity comes.

"The sky is empty, the earth is empty, and life is insignificant in it. The sun is empty, the moon is also empty, who is responsible for rising in the east and falling in the west? Gold is empty, silver is also empty, how could it be in your hands after death? Wife is empty, children are also empty

, We will not meet each other on the road to Huangquan. The power is empty, the name is empty, and in the blink of an eye, the wilderness is covered with dirt."

A voice that was neither chanting nor singing suddenly came from a distance, causing the extremely oppressive environment to suddenly loosen up.

In the distance, a sizable team broke into Zhangqiugang Village. It was vaguely a lame old man roaring, followed by a group of young men, walking quickly and erratically, obviously heading straight for

Come here.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Some villagers instantly thought of the Huanyang Ghost who summoned souls and led the way. They were so frightened that they backed away. However, they gradually realized that this group of people had something unique about them that only living people could have.

His arrogant spirit further dissipated the strange atmosphere lingering in the village.

Jiang Wen seemed to have heard the sound as well.

Although his figure with the magic sword on his back was a little thin, he stood firmly in the middle, his feet fixed on the world of anger, ignorance and troubles - at this time he stopped all movements and suddenly grasped the magic sword on the case.

The sound of the dragon's roar in Canglang could be heard endlessly, and everything returned to calm. At this time, the sky gradually became brighter, and everything was just right. Jiang Wen also returned to his calm posture just now, silently reciting scriptures to bid farewell to the deceased.

When the dawn sun appeared, the villagers felt extremely tired, but they could not forget what they had just seen for a long time.

They still remembered the cold white jade sword in Jiang Wen's hand, and for a moment they fell into a trance. For a moment, the white jade sword seemed to have been unsheathed, and it seemed that it had not been moved at all. Everything was just an illusion in the soul's throb.

But in front of Jiang Wen, a cloud of water splashed out of thin air. It was colder than moonlight and brighter than the Milky Way. At this time, it lit up the sky in front of him. All illusions were suddenly shattered, leaving only lingering fear in his heart.

The sudden awakening and the unharmed corpses lying on the ground looked like they were worshiping the Taoist priest who was prostrate on the ground and silent in the altar.

Fortunately, the hazy skylight in the distance also brought courage, and it descended on this suspicious land together, driving away the strangeness that had been entrenched for days. Chickens croaked and dogs barked one after another, and the birds on the branches twittered and fluttered their young in the morning light.

The wings leave the nest and fly towards the boundless sky.

A group of typical martial arts people arrived under the stars and moon. They wore bamboo hats on their heads and carried weapons at their waists, with fierce and resolute expressions. They obviously did not take the matter in front of them seriously. Only the decrepit old man in the lead did not feel ashamed and went straight to the crowd.

Yim Wing Chun in.

"Nvxia Yan, I'm late."

The old Taoist at the time had a narrow and long face, was less than three feet tall, and was lame on one foot. He even needed a cane to help him walk. Although his appearance was ugly, he had an indescribable ancient posture.

Coupled with the peculiarity of his eyes, which are like cold pools, people can feel that he is extraordinary just by looking at him.

"I have gone through all the trouble to find my martial arts colleagues to help me. Now I have finally gathered the manpower, but I almost missed the appointment and missed the burial of the first seven, which almost caused a catastrophe..."

Yan Yongchun's expression was equally tired, but he didn't have any intention of blaming or expressing anger.

"Old seniors, there is no need to blame yourself. We dare to disobey your instructions and preside over the burial and closing of the coffin without authorization. It is thanks to the fact that there are experts sitting in charge and giving guidance to the villagers."

As Yan Yongchun spoke, he looked at Jiang Wen who was walking towards here with a smile, raised his hand and said, "Senior, I will introduce you to this leader of the Wuyi Sect. Today's first contribution should be recorded on his head."

superior!"

Jiang Wen was a little suspicious when he saw the martial arts people coming, but because the leading old man had just roared to relieve the siege, he was still full of energy despite his age, and it didn't seem like he had any malicious intentions, so he simply walked over openly.

"Wuyi Sect? This sect has never been heard of by the old man. It must be a rising star in the world. With Daxia Jiang's courage and martial arts, he deserves a reputation in the world."

The old man gave a big salute to Jiang Wen, and then spread his hands towards the martial arts people he led behind him, "These are the martyrs from the Qingqi Gang, Tiedan Village, and Songyang Sect. They were originally invited to the Golden Pen Washing Banquet.

Guangzhou Prefecture got up and rushed over when they heard the old man Jianghu was in trouble, they are all righteous people!"

When explaining everything, there should be a distinction between guest and host. A noisy guest should not take over the host, and a strong host cannot overpower the guest. The old Taoist in front of him first spoke as the host. After getting to know Guo Jiang Wen, he took the initiative to introduce the martial arts people he brought with him. This can be said.

There is a scene where the guest and the host are enjoying themselves.

Jiang Wen cupped his hands and said to the old man: "Old senior, you are so ridiculous! Although I met the villagers by chance, my friendship with Miss Yan is here, so I am bound to do anything if anything happens. I haven't asked you about your surnames yet, so that I can make many friends.

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The old man with a narrow and long face moved slightly and said quickly: "The old man's surname is Ying, and his Taoist name is Wu Mou. In his early years, he was just a scattered person in the rivers and lakes. He only practiced in the mountains and lived in Zhangqiugang Village for several years. He has already grown old.

Go, there is no name."

Then he introduced the three martial arts people who came behind him, "The ones behind me that really need to be introduced solemnly are the three behind me. The first one is Zhang Qu, a disciple of Songyang Sect, and the one in the middle is Wang Rong, a high disciple of Tietanzhuang.

, the outermost one is Luo Dongli from the Qingqi Gang, who was ordered to bring people to help tonight."

After the other party finished the rough introduction, Jiang Wen also bowed his hands in greeting, trying to find some traces of disdain on the three people's faces.

It stands to reason that the three people in front of them led the team and rushed in aggressively, but they were the first to take the credit. Moreover, the Wuyi sect of their own is still unknown. These three people are a bit young and energetic, so it is normal to express dissatisfaction.

Moreover, according to Jiang Wen's irresponsible guess, if there is a traditional repertoire of Wen Wu No. 1 and Wu Wu No. 2, for example, three young people make some nonsense and express doubts, and they will not learn until they are taught a lesson by themselves, then

If you think about it further, it is not unusual for you to defeat the younger ones and bring out the older ones, transforming into a martial arts sect.

But to his surprise, the attitude of the three young people in front of him was unexpectedly good, and they praised Jiang Wen without any grudge, making him feel a little embarrassed.

"Daxia Jiang draws his sword to help when there is injustice on the road. He is a role model for our generation!"

"That's right. It's a pity that we arrived a step too late. We only saw Jiang Daxia's incredible swordsmanship and had no chance to see other unique skills."

"Brother Wang, Brother Luo, we must not belittle ourselves. We must take Hero Jiang as an example and work hard."

Jiang Wen was so praised that he suddenly understood the truth. Putting aside the martial arts knowledge of these talented young people, as long as they were not the biological sons and daughters of the gang leader, they should be.

A person who is pleasing to the eye and well-spoken.

After all, in sects and gangs, it is also important to learn etiquette before learning skills. Those who do not understand the superiority of elders and juniors will not be able to get along. However, high disciples who can take people out must stay at home and feel at ease, and leave them outside to save worries.
To be continued...