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 they no longer had the urge to observe with their own eyes. The dead are said to have broken roots, while the living have new roots. Ordinary people are not separated from the realm of birth and death, and naturally can only reincarnate in it, never ending.
Yan Wing Chun'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 to happen. They just calmly accepted the statement 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 and the coffins of the deceased waiting to be laid out in each house continue to remain, it is very easy to cause stinking and epidemic ghosts. It is better to let the poor people save their lives and let the souls of the dead be reincarnated in the next life."
With Yan Yongchun 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 joke in which a classmate tells you in advance that your grades are failing, but still hopes that all this will be misunderstood or misunderstood. Or maybe it's only at this time that the world has 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, just like they had obeyed Yan Yongchun's instructions before. They respectfully and silently took out the ready-made incense candles and paper money from Hong Sheng Temple, lifted up the sacred altar, and walked towards the village in 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 lacquered coffin. The coffins were arranged in the shape of a lotus with the head facing the middle. 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 dragging them with 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 Taoist temple 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 his robes and crown and stood alone in the center of the coffin array. He 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.
The identity he used to travel around the world as a Taoist priest finally came in handy. I saw him walking solemnly to the hastily built altar, surrounded by ghastly coffins in the center. The stench and mosquitoes and flies also came together, and the villagers only dared to watch from a distance.
The night was deeper and the moonlight was sharp, which made Jiang Wen's image desolate and distant. On his indifferent face with his eyes closed and silent, the villagers gradually read a bit of compassion and compassion for the world, and their emotions He also gradually broke away from the shackles of the strange shadow, and gradually became misty in the smoke.
Yin Jiao is generally made to redeem the deceased, and requires the refining of spiritual treasures, calling the deceased to chant sutras, 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. The Maoshan Zhaijiao offers a little fur.
He couldn't do serious rituals, but the only person facing deportation at the moment was Hei Yi, so he simply followed the formal ritual of opening sutras, praying, repenting, issuing talismans, and inviting saints, and continued on.
Yuan Ziyi was also secretly amused. It was a rare thing in the world for fake Taoist priests to chant sutras and send fake ghosts away.
But at this moment, not to mention the flags and 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 place, and some formless things were about to come out, even the dead bodies in the coffins. It seemed as if they were ready to move, about to stretch out their rotten palms and crawl back to 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, and they were circling and intertwined like poisonous snakes, squirming upward, devouring each other and entangled 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 go back 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 have manifested their true form...
At this time, the villagers were trembling with fear, but 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 empty, how could it be in your hands after death? Wife is empty, son is 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 people, walking quickly and erratically, obviously heading straight for Come here.
Some of the villagers instantly thought of the ghosts that summoned souls and led the way, and were so frightened that they backed away. However, they gradually realized that this group of people had a unique and arrogant aura that only living people could have, and this further dispersed the lingering evil in the village. The weird atmosphere.
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 they fell into a trance for a moment. For a moment, the white jade sword seemed to be 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. The water 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 safe and sound corpses waiting for burial were like 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 to this suspicious land, 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 rush towards the boundless sky.
Those who arrived under the stars and the moon were a group of typical martial arts people. 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 find Yan Yongchun in the crowd.
"Nvxia Yan, I'm late."
The old Taoist who led the way had a narrow and elongated 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 can be called ugly, he has 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 had no intention of blaming or angering him.
"Old seniors, there is no need to blame yourself. We dared 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 skills, 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, they got up and rushed over when they heard the old man Jianghu was in trouble, they are all righteous people!"
When explaining everything, we should pay attention to the distinction between guest and host. The noisy guest should not usurp the host, and the strong host should not 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 was a scene where the guest and host could enjoy themselves.
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Jiang Wen cupped his hands and said to the old man: "Old senior, you are 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. .”
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 Wumu. 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, what’s the 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 of 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. It is normal for these three people to be a bit young and energetic, and 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 young ones and get the old 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. 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 amazing swordsmanship, but we didn't have the opportunity to see other unique skills."
"Brother Wang and 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 their knowledge of martial arts, young talents like these are well-known and well-established. As long as they are not the biological sons and daughters of the head of the gang, they should be people who are 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 cannot survive at all. However, high disciples who can take people out must stay at home to feel at ease and leave them outside to save worries. It is possible to develop a temperament that people hate and ghosts hate.
As the leader of a sect, if the three disciples of the Wuyi sect were as good at talking as they are, I would be able to live happily for ten more years.
It was not until later that he realized that the three martial arts sects in front of him were also families with serious industries. The Songyang sect opened a bodyguard martial arts hall in Henan, Tiedanzhuang ran a knife workshop in the northwest, and the Qingqi gang simply came from the Yangtze River. Caobang series.
Therefore, Songyang Sect has the boxing skills of Northern Shaolin, Tiedanzhuang is good at concealed weapon swordsmanship, has many disciples of Qingqi Gang, and has mixed martial arts, all of which reflect the characteristics of its own origins. The three sects said they came to help, but in fact they were just summoned by the master to travel around the world and accumulate experience. Jiang Wen's worries were purely based on a villain's heart and a gentleman's heart.
While talking, the three of them vaguely expressed that Ying Laodao relied on his friendship with Luo Yuantong to invite these martial arts colleagues to know each other, which made Jiang Wen even more impressed.
But Jiang Wen always felt that with their glib accents, why didn't these three people seem like good people?
"The three young heroes will definitely outperform us in the future. It is fate that we meet today. Why don't we bury these coffins together?"
Jiang Wen chuckled, waved the shovel and started doing the boring work without hesitation. Only then did he take the time to ask Ying Wumou something he had been curious about for a long time.
The person who can come up with the method of "housekeeping by a divine man" must have discovered Hei Yi's true identity earlier than Jiang Wen, and he must not be the unknown person he said. As Yuan Ziyi said before, Yan Yongchun only stayed for a few days because he found the senior hermit in the village, and he didn't know what was special about this old man.
"Master Jiang, I found out that there was a demon in the village but had no way to deal with it. At first I wanted to use King Hong Sheng's incense to suppress the demon. However, the villagers were concerned and confused, so I asked them to move to the temple. Yang Qi When you are satisfied, you will naturally have no fear of evil spirits.”
Ying Laodao had the air of a senior master, and spoke with a hint of what he had expected before, generously giving guidance to the country, "But the trend of yin and yang has become chaotic, and problems will still arise if it continues for a long time. I just now If you are willing to ask Yan Nuxia to stay behind, I will go to the city to bring reinforcements and find more young and strong men to come, so that we can destroy the evil spirit..."
The other party's statement was still the same as in the world, but Jiang Wen knew that it contained some ancient survival wisdom. The so-called Yang Qi breaking delirium was just to bring in some outsiders who did not believe in evil to come in to destroy the psychological suggestions of the villagers and hedge against evil. The feeling of oppression.
The black power in the village today is naturally different from the black power that had been growing for hundreds of years in the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty. If a figure like Jiang Wen, who was determined not to believe in evil, had appeared, he would have defeated himself long ago and left sadly. Therefore, if this method is implemented smoothly, I think it can really turn things around.
Yan Yongchun saw the two of them whispering, so he came closer and participated in the conversation.
"Senior Ying, you don't need to worry too much about this matter. If you find the whereabouts of the murderer, I will naturally go to him to seek justice!"
Yan Yongchun's expression was very serious. After a few casual conversations, the topic turned to the culprit of this incident. He also talked about the wild Taoist who killed the young men in the village. Obviously, he did not want the incident to start and end with the Taoist.
Ying Laodao sighed heavily and said: "After all, these are all caused by me, how can I pretend to be in peace? The reason why my unscrupulous disciple did this evil thing was just to force me away, just like him Just like driving me away from Luofu Mountain..."
The two of them slowly fell into silence, but Jiang Wen's curiosity arose unconsciously, and he began to inquire about the reasons they said.
Ying Laodao told Jiang Wen that he had been cultivating Taoism in Luofu Mountain for more than ten years and had never cared about worldly affairs. Unfortunately, he accepted a disciple because of an unkind person. Out of resentment, he burned down the Luofu Mountain thatched cottage, forcing him to He could only hide his name and travel far away.
In the fishing village, he saw Yan Wing Chun and the gangsters on the wharf being very violent, and he became interested in talents. However, he saw that he was practicing excessively at this time and was damaging to his true nature. He was afraid that he would die prematurely in the long run, so he secretly gave some advice on the health and fortune of Luofu Mountain. method.
Unexpectedly, the news was leaked. Not only did his unscrupulous disciples fight against each other, but he also joined the army of Prince Pingnan. After searching for people and investigating, he found out that Ying Laodao was hiding in this small fishing village, so he deliberately laid this poisonous plan to make Ying Wumou suffer. With everyone deserted and nowhere to go, they obediently handed over the clues to the treasure in their hands to themselves.
"Treasure? Apprentice?"
Jiang Wen touched his chin and said, "Why does it sound so familiar to me? Senior Ying, is your apprentice's surname Li? Is he looking for the treasure of Nanyue?"
Ying Laodao's expression suddenly changed, and then he let out a long sigh.
"It seems that you have all guessed it, so I will not hide it anymore. What I am practicing in the mountains is the health-preserving technique of Immortal Master Bao Liang, the 'immortal prefect'. I don't know what kind of disease my evil disciple has. I read it one day A copy of "Taiping Guangji" pointed to Cui Wei's story and said that he wanted to go down the mountain to find the tomb of the Nanyue King, and also said that the old man deliberately concealed the heinous crimes..."
After hearing what he was reading, Yan Yongchun couldn't help but glance at Jiang Wen.
The more he spoke, the angrier he became. The cane slammed down on the ground and made a dull vibration. "I also walked in the rivers and lakes in my early years, but I never thought that I would encounter such a ruthless person. He secretly learned all my skills and then beat me, ruining it." My reputation!”
Jiang Wen squinted his eyes and looked at him, thinking about Li Xinghe as well. The story of Cui Wei in the "Taiping Guangji" tells the story of a rich man named Cui Wei who saved a big snake after receiving the advice of the immortal Bao Gu, and finally accidentally entered the tomb of the Nanyue King that was shaped like the Emperor Xuan Palace, and also got The legendary story of the priceless Yangsuizhu, coincidentally, has something to do with Ying Laodao's orthodoxy.
I don’t know what Li Xinghe investigated, but it is known that he has some clues and found the location of the tomb of the second generation of the Nanyue King by mistake.
What this guy said before about finding a geomantic treasure land for Shang Kexi was indeed an out-and-out liar.
However, if what he wanted was the tomb of Zhao Tuo, the king of South Vietnam, it would not be so easy to find. King Fan of the Jin Dynasty said: "The king of Yue Zhao Tuo was born to serve as a vassal, and his death was in a mysterious tomb. Tu's burial Also, because the mountain is a tomb, its ridges are luxurious and large, and treasures are buried there." Zheng Xiong of the Northern Song Dynasty also said in "Panyu Magazine": "Zhao Tuo's suspected tomb is two hundred steps northeast of the county. According to legend, there are as many tombs as Tuo's death camp. At the time of the burial, the funeral car came out from the four gates, so I don’t know where the tomb is.”
Even during the Three Kingdoms period, Sun Quan once sent people to dig Zhao Tuo's tomb, but after searching all over Guangzhou, he could not find where his tomb was. Now, more than a thousand years have passed, and the world has changed a lot inside and outside Guangzhou. Li Xinghe may not have had the idea. So easy to achieve.
Ying Laodao advised the two of them to be careful. The evildoers had joined forces with Prince Pingnan's palace, and it might not end well if they offended him rashly. However, neither Yan Yongchun nor Jiang Wen obviously took this matter to heart, and just wrote it down silently. about this matter.
After burying the coffin, it was already looking at the sky. The boat boss who was involved by Jiang Wen hurriedly took the people away. He didn't even dare to ask for thirty taels of boat fare, so he quickly drove the boat to the sea, but left behind a kind of The villagers had nowhere to go, so Ying Laodao took the initiative and took them in at the seaside, which at least gave the village a boost of energy.
Seeing Jiang Wen and Ying Laodao advocating at the same time, Zhangqiugang Village naturally did not dare to object now that it was straining its muscles and bones. Jiang Wen changed hands and simply left the silver to the Dan people as a fee for them to settle down and establish themselves temporarily. Li Xinghe probably would not have thought of it. He would hide people under his nose.
The young people from the Songyang Sect, Tiedan Village, and Qingqi Gang finished helping out according to their master's orders, and immediately expressed their intention to return to resume their duties.
In order to bribe the three of them and prevent them from rebelling, Jiang Wen gave them a few pointers on martial arts, and found out their shortcomings and corrected them very effectively. So before the three left, they praised Jiang Wen again, almost describing him as a contemporary hero with both benevolence and righteousness, and chivalrous spirit. They said that after returning, they would definitely promote the reputation of Wuyi Sect with their masters.
As the incident ended, Jiang Wen, Yan Yongchun, father and daughter, and Yuan Ziyi all let out a sigh of relief.
What Jiang Wen said about Hei Yi was too far away from me, and neither of them can accept it all now. Now that they have put down their burdens, they can at least go back to Guangzhou to digest the information in peace, and Jiang Wen can stay in peace and contentment. , waiting for the convening of the golden basin wash-washing meeting for the old hero Luo in the city.
