The Heavenly Master died, and the whole Longhu Mountain was filled with sorrow.
Outside the Tianshi Temple, which does not rain all year round, it rained heavily for three days and three nights, and it was cloudy for four consecutive days. After a full seven days, the Tianshi Temple received a ray of sunshine.
After seven days, the day finally came for the funeral and burial of the Heavenly Master.
Yan Shouyi was wearing plain clothes and walking side by side with Lin Zitong on the way to the Wanfa Zongtan.
His mood was extremely complicated. Even though seven days had passed, the damage Li Genmiao had caused to Xuanmen was still not healed.
Soon it will be the burial ceremony of the old Heavenly Master. People living in various parts of Longhu Mountain are walking towards the Ten Thousand Fa Sect Altar. Looking down from a high place, it looks like a stream merges into a river, and the river merges into the ocean.
But along the way, Yan Shouyi heard some unfriendly voices.
"Have you heard? The old Heavenly Master should have been dead long ago, but he used some secret techniques to forcibly extend his life..."
"I've also heard rumors. It's said that the Heavenly Master absorbed the yangshou of some extremely evil people in the Longhu Mountain dungeon!"
"Hush, don't say this nonsense. Longhu Mountain is the orthodoxy of the world, and such disgraceful things cannot be spread outside!"
"Hey, the old Celestial Master is dead, and the new Celestial Master has not succeeded yet. I think this Longhu Mountain will most likely lose its former glory. What should we be afraid of?"
"That's right. Li Genmiao didn't get any advantage this time, but he also changed the pattern of Xuanmen!"
"Speaking of which, is there still a fight between Yan Shouyi and Yu Luming? Who among them is the heir to the Heavenly Master?"
"Ahem, Yan Shouyi is in front, let's discuss it later."
Hearing the voices of those discussions, Yan Shouyi could only shake his head and sigh. He already knew what Master Tian had done before he was alive, and there was nothing to defend against it.
He just regretted why people like Lao Tianshi had some dirty things behind their backs.
Lin Zitong held Yan Shouyi's hand and silently supported him.
Yan Shouyi held Lin Zitong's hand in turn and asked, "How is your injury?"
Lin Zitong replied: "With Lao Jin here, it won't take long for him to recover."
The two of them walked to the Ten Thousand Fa Sect Altar, where the previous decorations for the Luotian Jiao had long been removed and replaced by some funeral decorations.
The soul flags in two rows on the sidewalk fluttered in the wind, looking so sad even in the sunshine.
"Shouyi, you're here." Yan Qiu and others had already gathered here.
"Hello, dad, grandma, elders and seniors." Yan Shouyi said hello.
Everyone knew that today was not the time to chat, so they just nodded to Yan Shou.
After that, everyone looked outside the Tianshi Palace.
Outside the Tianshi Hall, Yu Luming, Liu Yiren and a group of Longhu Mountain elders and dignitaries were all dressed in mourning clothes and kneeling here.
Zhang Shantong sighed softly: "The time has come."
Hearing this, Zhang Shanli stood up slowly, rubbed his stiff knees, arranged his clothes again, and finally took out a manuscript he had written long ago from his sleeves.
He stepped forward and said in a heavy voice:
"In the golden year of Yiwei in the lunar calendar of Shiwei, on the 17th day of the third month, it is a good time to offer sacrifices to the dutiful man. I would like to bring incense, candles, torches and silk, and three sacrifices of wine and wine. I will drink the delicacies of the time. All unethical rituals are performed to prepare the sacrifices." Yu Xin passed away, so Mr. Zhang Xian Kao told Mr. Yin that he traveled to the west. When he was one hundred and thirty-two years old, before his spiritual throne, he wept with grief and wrote: "Oh!"
"Celestial Master Zhang Yin was born in the ninth year of Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty. He entered the Dragon Tiger Mountain at the age of three and went down the mountain to hunt monsters at the age of fourteen. He succeeded the Heavenly Master at the age of thirty! After succeeding the Heavenly Master, Zhang Yin led the Longhu Mountain to hunt ghosts for ten years. Seventy-three thousand and eighty-eight, thirty-nine thousand and fifty-one demons destroyed, and thirty-two thousand seventy-six zombies defeated!"
"Celestial Master Zhang Yin has done good deeds and accumulated virtues throughout his life. He has made many good connections, is willing to do good, and has a high moral integrity. He is a role model for us. However, God has played a trick on people. Seven days ago, a demon broke into Longhu Mountain. The Heavenly Master knew that his fate was not long, so he showed his great power. , although the demon was driven away, he had no choice but to perish."
"In the battle seven days ago, our Longhu Mountain lost 205 disciples and 12 fellow Taoists. They are..."
"In that battle seven days ago, the Heavenly Master showed his magical power and summoned Yin soldiers and Yin generals, killing more than 10,000 evil ghosts, more than 5,000 zombies, and 886 demons!"
"The reason why we are able to gather here today is because Heavenly Master Zhang Yin sacrificed his life as a martyr!"
At this point, Zhang Shanli could no longer control himself. He was so old that he blushed and struggled to hold back tears, and his voice was choked with sobs and he could no longer read.
The long-kneeling Longhushan disciples all shed tears, their cries shaking the sky.
Yu Luming stood up silently, took over Zhang Shanli's words, and said to everyone:
"Looking back at the past, it is as sad as a dream. Where is the sorrow, looking forward to the return of the soul! Looking back on the past and looking back at the present, I have a flood of condolences and thoughts. I only hope that the spirit of my master can ascend to heaven as soon as possible and be among the immortals."
"Thank you all for coming to mourn. Lu Ming, on behalf of Longhu Mountain, would like to thank you all."
After saying that, Yu Luming knelt on the ground again and kowtowed to the guests.
Several fellow Taoists who were near the front quickly stepped forward to help Yu Luming up.
Yu Luming swallowed his saliva and turned back to look at the sick Great Elder Zhang Sishui.
Zhang Sishui was already seriously ill, and with the death of his old Heavenly Master, he was even more devastated. Now he is still conscious, but he can't even speak.
Zhang Sishui said weakly: "Complete the ceremony as soon as possible and send the ashes of the Heavenly Master to the Heavenly Master's Temple."
"yes."
Yu Luming bent down to accept the order and was about to perform the ceremony when he heard someone suddenly shout:
"Aren't Longhushan going to explain how the Heavenly Master uses secret techniques to extend his life?!"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and many people shouted:
"Celestial Master Zhang Yin is the leader of the world's orthodoxy and the most upright person in the world, but he does things behind the scenes that only demons would do. What qualifications does he have to enter the Tianshi Temple?!"
"Yes, Zhang Yin knew clearly that there were monsters attacking the mountain that day, but he kept silent to us and put us in an unfair position. Is this what the leader of the Taoist tradition did?"
"How can you be worthy of our twelve dead disciples!"
Hearing these doubts, veins bulged on Yu Luming's forehead, and he almost cursed.
But Zhang Shanli stopped Yu Luming. He knew that it was not a smart decision to confront these troublemaking guys at this time.
This group of people are eager to make things worse and let Longhu Mountain give up its position as the orthodoxy in the world.
Listening to those people's gossip, Yan Shouyi clenched his fists, closed his eyes tightly, and said to Lin Zitong:
"The Heavenly Master asked me to go up the mountain to knock on the current Taoist door. He had good intentions, but it's a pity that not many people know about it."
Lin Zitong also sighed: "The Celestial Master has a reason to extend his life. Look at the Taoist sects now. Individual sects are like vultures. When the Celestial Master dies, they can't help but rush forward, wanting to share the food of the dragon and the tiger. Mountain."
"Li Genmiao's goal has been achieved." Yan Shouyi said with a calm face.
