Zhang Qi closed his eyes and felt the last period of time.
I have been decisive for most of my life, but I didn't expect that I would become confused in my old age.
I hope it's not too late this time, so that future generations won't be harmed.
It's just a pain for Cong'er...
Zhang Qizhi's death was not announced until the evening, and was declared to be a sudden illness.
Zhang clan land.
Everyone quickly selected the cemetery.
The wizard put on a red robe and mask and stood in front of the tomb.
Have bathed and fasted beforehand.
He asked his men to surround the tomb with red cloth in the shape of an octagonal bagua.
Then prepare swords, bows, arrows, and grass, and place them on an altar built with stones.
Swords, bows, and arrows are made of metal, but common people and savages are made of wood; grass is new reed, and common people use weeds.
The wizard was dancing in the moxa smoke.
The disciples on the other side wrote down the land purchase certificate and land lawsuit strategy according to the time of death of the tomb owner.
Cut the mountains and cut the grass, break the soil and establish bonds.
This is the so-called ritual of cutting mountains and cutting grass.
Soon, the ceremony was over, the coffin and coffin were buried, and the sword, bow, and arrows were placed in the tomb.
Seal the soil and bury the scroll.
Zhang Cong, who was only fourteen years old, looked at the scene in front of him with a blank expression.
He wanted to cry loudly, but reality didn't allow it. The Zhang family was all on him now. As a son, he could cry, but as the head of the family, he couldn't be weak at all, especially in this dangerous situation.
His father is the object of his admiration, but in recent years, there has been a slight oversight.
That is to value the ancestral land and the so-called glory of the ancestors too much and not be willing to give up.
If you develop and grow under the eyes of others, you will definitely suffer disaster.
After everything is sorted out, the funeral ends.
Wow!
At this time, the wind suddenly rose.
A golden light fell from the sky and disappeared into the cemetery.
Then the golden light flashed away, and a figure faintly disappeared into the golden light.
Everyone was in an uproar.
The wizard was even more excited.
The spirit appears!
The Lord Shen personally took the family head to enjoy the blessings in the underworld. It seems that all their efforts over the years were noticed by the Lord Shen.
Everyone knelt down one after another, Zhang Cong was no exception.
Seeing the head of the family being led to the underworld, everyone's panic about the future disappeared a lot.
Maybe they don't have the achievements of the family master, but they still have the possibility of immortality in the underworld, right?
"In the name of seeing off the master of the family, gather everyone, prepare all the soldiers and armor, and go out early tomorrow morning!"
"yes!"
At the same time, a group of people went to the Wu family and Wu Lan's place.
Although the Zuo family is nominally their master family, it has long existed in name only, and has shrunk to Zuocheng, even handing over the two cities of Fengyuan and Longpo.
Without any troops, they are no different from useless people.
Generally, only the Wu family can speak.
Soon, the motorcade arrived at a mansion.
This is where the division commander Wu Lan is.
There are two breathing stone lions at the door.
Different from the statues of later generations, the stone lions guarding the gates and the owl kissing the house during this period were all real monsters.
thump!
The Zhang family envoy knelt at the door.
"The Zhang family is here to apologize."
After a long time, Wu Lan slowly walked out of the door. Zhang's envoy was surprised by this man's youth.
"Tell me, what are your crimes?"
"I have not treated you well and I am disrespectful to your Majesty, so I came here to apologize. The wizard specifically asked me to cooperate even if the Zhang family is bankrupted this time."
At the same time, the Zhang family messenger pushed out a box containing gold, silver and jewelry.
"Very well, let's go back."
Wu Lan watched everyone leave with a smile on his face.
Then Yu said a few words: "Continue to monitor."
Five hundred armored soldiers were watching around the Zhang family, and a thousand people were heading to the Xiong family's land.
These people are the best of the best, and soon the two families' tens of thousands of acres of fertile land will belong to them.
…
Hades.
Under the banyan tree, suddenly a strong wind blew.
Golden light quickly flew from the sky and fell under the banyan tree.
The golden light dissipated, and a man in blue clothes, with mottled hair, three long beards, and an old look on his face appeared here.
Zhang Qi looked around in confusion.
Gray sky, dark blood moon.
There is also the ubiquitous green mist and gloomy wind, both of which prove that this place is not the world of the sun.
"Is this?...the underworld?"
Zhang Qi was a little unsure.
Wow!
At this time, the wind was blowing violently and the leaves were falling.
The shade of the trees overhead parted, and a figure hung in the air.
The dark wind blew the robes, and black and white wavy patterns spread all over the face. The surrounding earth energy formed a ferocious earth python, lying on the shoulders of this god.
I saw this scene many years ago.
Suddenly, Zhang Qi seemed to have traveled back many years.
At that time, he was still a young horse breeder. He was seriously injured and was dying.
At that time, the gods suddenly appeared and changed his life's destiny.
And now...
"Now that I am aging, the demeanor of the great god is still the same."
Zhang Qi recalled with an expression on his face and bowed gently.
The person in front of me is the god Maohou.
"Sit down." Tang Ping stretched out his hand and pointed, and the grass and trees on the ground formed tables and chairs. "You should be very curious about this place. This place is the underworld..."
Tang Ping told him Maohou's status and his relationship with the underground owner.
Mao Hou is himself, and he can be someone else in the future.
The underground master can only be himself.
He didn't want Maohou and the underground master to contact others.
As for his status and the situation in the underworld, he also told Zhang Qi everything, and did not avoid anything.
While speaking, Tang Ping summoned Gao Dice to come out.
The form of the notice is like a rectangular slate scroll, with your own information in the middle. The back was originally empty, but now there is a line of small words.
"Ghost: Zhang Qi, realm: evil soul early stage. Lifespan: eighty-nine."
It may be due to the direct conversion. Zhang Qi only has the lifespan of the evil spirit, and the Yin life starts from scratch.
As long as he thought about it, the words on it would be instantly erased, and Zhang Qi would immediately be stunned. Moreover, the subordinates of the mountain-cutting and grass-cutting ceremony were absolutely loyal to him.
It has been eight years since I last met the Greenwood Ridge mandrill.
With the efforts of Xiong and Zhang, who held two sacrifices a year for a total of four sacrifices, the Yin soil increased by 32 feet in eight years, and it should have been 56 feet before adding it.
The banyan tree has increased the shade width by more than 100 feet, and other parameters have also increased a lot.
The water area expanded to around 40 feet.
"Therefore, as the righteous gods of heaven and earth, we focus on developing ourselves at this stage, and we have plenty of time."
After Zhang Qijing listened attentively, he roughly understood the structure of this world.
When he thought of the underworld, he couldn't help but feel worried and said, "I wonder if they can escape this disaster."
"You are all ancestors now. Don't interfere with the affairs of the world. Your descendants will have their own destiny, so there is no need to worry."
Tang Ping said.
I have helped them enough.
If you have to intervene in everything, you have found a group of fathers for yourself. Then you are not gods, but nannies.
The spirit is a spirit that has been watching for a long time, watching the ebb and flow of the tide, and transformed into a spirit.
"That's right. I'm already a ghost. Why bother? If I had known better, I wouldn't have been too aggressive."
"You are indeed a bit radical."
"Actually, the reason Wei Chen doesn't want to become a barbarian is because he doesn't want you, the Lord of Gods, to become a barbarian god. It will be very difficult to spread the news in the future."
"Do you think I am someone who cares about this? If words can't spread, then use swords and guns!"
"I see."
Zhang Qi seemed a little lonely.
This is the final word.
Poor, pity, hateful.
When I was young, I thought that time was very long, but when I looked back, I realized that it had become a withered bone in the grave.
At this time, Tang Ping suddenly stood up.
"You're wrong again."
"Don't forget the mulberry trees at night, the sky will be full of clouds."
"The sun sets in the west, the long night has just begun, and nothing has been decided yet."
Zhang Qi suddenly raised his head, stood up suddenly, and bowed deeply.
"Thank you Shenhou for enlightening me. I understand."
From now on, follow the footsteps of Shenhou.
The years pass, the tides ebb and flow.
The so-called foreign enemies will one day die in their own hands.
"Here, find a notebook and write down your enemies one by one. This will give you the strength to work hard."
