Fengzhao Zhenwu Temple, in front of the main hall is a square paved with square bricks. In the center of the square is a large incense burner that can reach a person's chest height.

At this time, Qiu Shi had already bypassed the incense burner and sent the seniors from various sects to the steps going down the mountain.

But on the long steps, there were a few men dressed as soldiers carrying waist knives, carrying a body covered with white cloth up the mountain.

The man in the lead seemed to be a general with a rank of seven, with a majestic figure. He took two steps forward, cupped his fists and said, "Is this Taoist Priest Qiushi?"

Qiu Shi was enveloped in an uneasy feeling. He subconsciously bent his fingers and said, "It's Pindao."

The man was a little pitiful and said: "It's like this. The commander-in-chief originally sent someone to ask for medicine from the Zhenwu Temple, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't come. The old lady was ill and difficult to recover, so he sent three groups of people to inquire urgently, but she failed.

When I was leaving the state capital, I saw Taoist Master Jiuhe floating on the water..."

The surrounding monks and Taoists all looked sideways, with varying expressions on their faces, but they were all mixed with a look of shock that could not be concealed.

Wei Dinggong cried out: "How could this be so?!"

Without saying a word, Qiushi took a few hurried steps and reached out to lift off the white cloth, but was stopped by the commander.

He suddenly turned his head, and a few scarlet bloodshot eyes appeared.

The boss was startled and quickly explained: "Taoist Master Jiuhe seemed to be highly poisonous. Several of my brothers fell dead on the spot after encountering him. They still used bamboo poles to carry him to the shore and put him in a carriage to transport him.

Taoist Master Qiushi, please do not touch it rashly."

As he spoke, he turned the scabbard aside and used the end of the scabbard to lift up a corner of the white cloth, revealing a pale, gray face underneath.

Qiu Shi looked at this face with all his concentration, clenched his fists and trembled slightly, his Adam's apple slid, and he let out a muffled roar.

The monks and Taoists gathered nearby.

"Brother Jiuhe!"

Taoist Master Zhiyuan of Sanqing Temple took a look at the scene nearby, sighed sadly, took out three incense sticks from his sleeves, and recited a mantra.

"Shangqing Dongxuan, shining Taiyuan, purifying the legal body, falling all over the body, three or five trains, dispelling evil and breaking the miasma, the general of the spirit officer breaks the filth and comes to pay a visit, as urgent as the law."

After Taoist Master Zhiyuan finished reciting a mantra, he combined the three incense sticks in his hand, kneaded them into a handful of fragrant powder, and sprinkled it on Taoist Master Jiuhe.

The handful of fragrant powder spontaneously ignited without wind, and thousands of sparks blew by with a strong wind, uncovering the white cloth.

The scent of fire swirled in the air, fell downwards, and enveloped Taoist Master Jiuhe's body.

Without the white cloth to cover it up, Taoist Master Jiuhe's corpse looked even more horrifying. There was a hole piercing his chest at his heart, his left arm was swollen and thicker than his thigh, and his five fingers were like purple radishes.

The right sleeve is torn, there are poisonous snake fang marks on the forearm, and that area of ​​skin is wrinkled and atrophied.

But as those sparks loomed on Taoist Master Jiuhe's clothes and skin, they gradually extinguished, and the fragrance became more intense. A sound like deflation came out of the swollen left hand, and gradually returned to normal thickness. The poisonous wound on the right hand atrophied,

It was also full again, and two streaks of green blood flowed out from the poisonous snake's fang marks.

When the sparks died out and the fragrance faded, Taoist Master Zhiyuan's face became even more angry.

Because he found that in addition to these poisonous wounds, there were at least fourteen evil curses on the body of Taoist Jiuhe. If he couldn't find a way to resolve it, the body would probably melt into pulp in a few hours.

Master Yang Lian took two steps forward, wearing a bright red robe with streaks of bright gold and dark green, and stamped his withered bare feet on the ground.

Boom!!

A dozen or so people around felt the ground shake slightly, and a vague flaming energy surged up from under the body of Taoist Master Jiuhe, causing the surrounding air to slightly distort.

From some places where the corpse's robes were damaged, sounds like glass shattering, dead wood breaking, and thick paper being torn could be heard one after another. The lingering charm of the evil curse existing in those places was shattered by Grand Master Yang Lian.

However, a few evil spells entrenched in Taoist Priest Jiuhe's belly were still resisting, emitting a brownish-yellow turbid glow.

Grand Master Yang Lian's eyebrows were filled with anger, and he stretched out a palm, but hesitated for a moment.

Just because Taoist Jiuhe's beard and hair were already slightly curled by the heat, if he used more magic power, he would probably damage Taoist Jiuhe's body first.

"Master Yang Lian, let me do my best for Taoist Brother Jiuhe."

An old woman wearing a pointed hat and a plain white robe raised her hand to signal the soldiers to put down the body of Taoist Jiuhe.

This old woman is none other than Master Yuanyuan of the Holy Mother Temple, and some people who are close to her call her Granny Yuan. The temple enshrines Our Lady of Liuxing, which has been widely respected for more than a hundred years.

According to legend, Our Lady of Willow Apricot is the youngest daughter of the Jade Emperor. She broke her jade sword and was punished to descend to earth. She became the incarnation. She uses a pointed bamboo hat as a token of blessing. She is good at caring for the sick, old, lonely and poor. She is a famous figure in Southeast Asia.

A superior god of good fortune.

Master Yang Lian calmed down his anger, and Granny Yuan took off the bamboo hat on her head and threw it forward.

The bamboo hat rotated like a wheel, flew flatly, flew to the feet of Taoist Master Jiuhe, then spun around, circled his face, and finally stayed in the belly, spinning continuously and floating in the air.

The brown and turbid light was absorbed cleanly by the bamboo hat.

Grandma Yuan took the bamboo hat in her hand and threw it again.

Many rivers in Jiaozhi are basically tributaries of the Red River. The water quality is turbid, red and yellow. Taoist Master Jiuhe was picked up from the water. He was also stained with sewage and mud. He had just been dried by Master Yanglian's magic, and even more

It appears that there are many places where the mud and sand are hardened.

This time the bamboo hat flew by, removing these stains and making Taoist Jiuhe tidy again.

Qiu Di rushed forward and saw Taoist Master Jiuhe like this.

If it weren't for the hole in his heart, this broad-minded and free-spirited Taoist priest would look like he was just asleep.

There was a bird's cry in the air, and the big peacock flew out of the Zhenwu Temple and landed next to Taoist Master Jiuhe.

The peacock's tail feathers brushed against the trousers of the Taoist priest Jiuhe. It walked around the Taoist priest Jiuhe for a few steps. It did not reach out to peck like before, but lowered its head and touched the side of the Taoist priest Jiuhe's face.

Taoist Master Jiuhe could no longer hold down its head. The peacock remained silent for a moment, then raised its head to the sky, fluttered its wings in the wind, and chirped continuously.

In the sound, there is also a sense of sadness that makes people sigh.

Guan Luoyang stood among the crowd, watching this scene with a heavy heart.

The scenes of the exchanges with Taoist Master Jiuhe not long ago are still before my eyes. I still remember his low smile in the noodle shop, but they have become memories that are impossible to see again.

The body of Taoist Master Jiuhe was brought to the main hall, and all the disciples and Taoist boys arranged the mourning hall, wearing hemp and mourning.

In the afternoon, the news spread to the bottom of the mountain, and people came to express their condolences and worship in an endless stream.

Guan Luoyang saw Lao Hei wandering on the stone steps several times, not daring to come in, so he took the initiative to approach him.

"Are you here to pay homage to Taoist Master Jiuhe?"

"It's you!" Lao Hei still recognized Guan Luoyang, his eyes were red, and he mourned and saluted, "Noble sir, can you go in and place incense sticks for Taoist Jiuhe for me? He is a good man, a living god, and he shouldn't

He died so early, but I still can’t enter this temple, please help me go see him!!”

Lao Hei was very sad and his words were a little confusing, but Guan Luoyang heard what he meant.

"good."

Guan Luoyang responded softly. After entering the mourning hall, he knelt down to Taoist Master Jiuhe three times.

He had only bowed before, but these three kneels were for Lao Hei.

When he stood up, Qiu Shi grabbed his sleeve and whispered: "That must be the owner of Lao Heiji Noodle House. Don't let him stay there. The mages will see him and take him into the guest room from the back mountain."

Courtyard, let him live there for a while."

Guan Luoyang said: "Do you know about him?"

"Master told me."

Qiu Shi lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Master doesn't eat noodles and would never go to a noodle shop. But my uncle asked him a few words, which aroused his curiosity. After sending those few words, he quietly went to see him that night.

Already."

'The main thing is that you can't let my senior brother Jiuying know that he is an old-fashioned person...'

The words of that day were still ringing in his ears. Guan Luoyang didn't know whether to laugh or sigh, so he could only remain silent and went out to take Lao Hei to the back mountain.

Taoist Jiuhe had been suspended for seven days, and all the disciples of the Qiu generation of Zhenwu Temple rushed back, but there was still no news from Taoist Jiuying.

The entire Fengzhao Zhenwu Temple was immersed in an atmosphere of sadness and silence, but at the deepest level of sadness and worry, there was something repressive brewing.

On the seventh day, there were still hundreds of families coming from all over the country to express their condolences. It was not until late at night that the scene became slightly deserted.

Dozens of Taoist priests, wearing sackcloth and mourning, holding lanterns and holding swords, stood up in tacit understanding and solemnly guarded the Zhenwu Temple.

The outside of the mourning hall was covered with a layer of plant ash. From the mourning hall to the mountain gate, a bamboo pole was inserted every one foot and a piece of paper money was posted.

Guan Luoyang was asked by Qiu Shi to use a combination of hard and soft force to forcefully pierce these bamboo poles through the stone bricks and directly into the soil.

He planted the last bamboo pole at the mountain gate and looked up.

In front of the main hall, Qiu Di stood there holding a white lantern and looked back at the mourning hall.

Qiu Shi placed seven lights around Taoist Master Jiuhe's body, walked over step by step, and cast a yellow talisman into each light.

After a person dies, the first seven reincarnations of the soul are actually a vague legend. Many people's souls do not have this opportunity, or they cannot find a portal after returning to the earth.

However, Taoist Jiuhe was successful in his practice, and Qiu Shi specially set up such a battle to give Taoist Jiuhe's soul a chance to return to the earth again.

"For a righteous person, death only ends this life in the world of mortals and cannot be regarded as the real end."

Qiu Shi danced the magic sword in his hand and walked around the hall, chanting the soul-calling mantra in his mouth and silently in his heart.

'Uncle Master, come back once and tell me everything you saw. Come back and tell me any clues...'

The wind blew from the bottom of the mountain and blew all the way up the long stone steps, blowing the paper money on every bamboo pole.

Phew!!!!
Chapter completed!