Ye Qingyun looked at Gu Yue and the others digging a hole in the ground.
Then he watched them carefully move Huang Fusheng's body into the pit.
Filled with soil.
"Master Ye, do you want to erect a tombstone?"
Gu Yue came to Ye Qingyun and asked very respectfully.
"of course yes."
Ye Qingyun looked complicated and felt sad.
"Let's carve the tomb of our dear friend Huang Fusheng."
"As you command!"
Gu Yue immediately found a stone slab and polished it smooth.
Then Gonggong carved the words "Tomb of my dear friend Huang Fusheng".
Standing in front of the grave.
"You all go back, I want to stay here alone for a while."
Ye Qingyun sighed and said.
"yes!"
Gu Yue and others left.
Only Huikong stood aside.
"Holy Son, let the poor monk recite a rebirth mantra for Donor Huang."
Huikong had a sad look on his face.
Ye Qingyun waved his hand.
"Everyone is dead. Even if you recite the rebirth mantra a hundred times, he will not survive."
Huikong was silent.
indeed.
Everyone is dead.
Be it the Rebirth Mantra or Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s Original Vow Sutra.
Neither can bring the dead back to life.
No matter how high your cultivation level is or how strong your strength is, you cannot escape death.
What's more, it's Huang Fusheng.
Huikong knew that even with Ye Qingyun's methods, it was impossible to bring a truly dead person back to life.
Only by becoming a Buddha can one transcend life and death.
But that can only break out of reincarnation on its own.
"Huikong, please go over too and let me stay here alone."
Ye Qingyun said.
"As you command!"
Huikong also left immediately.
As a result, only Ye Qingyun was left standing silently in front of Huang Fusheng's grave.
Ye Qingyun took a deep breath and exhaled it in a long breath.
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He sat on the ground and looked at the brand new tombstone.
"Brother Huang, why do you think you died?"
Ye Qingyun's eyes turned red.
There were waves of bitterness rising in my throat.
"You still have a wife, you still have a son, and your fat boy is not even one year old yet. How can you be willing to die?"
"If I were you, I would crawl back even if I had to crawl."
"Oh, how can I explain this to your wife and children? How can I have the face to face them when I go back?"
The more Ye Qingyun talked, the more bitter he became.
Tears also fell down pat pat patt.
A man doesn't shed tears lightly, but it's just not the time to feel sad.
Huang Fusheng's death made Ye Qingyun extremely sad.
There was no one around at this moment, so naturally I couldn't help but shed tears.
"It's all my fault. I was too careless. I thought I could let you go back safely if I found someone. I didn't expect the guys from the Nanying Army to act against you."
"Although I didn't say anything to His Majesty the Emperor Wu, His Majesty the Emperor Wu probably wouldn't spare those people lightly."
"Brother Huang, those people who killed you will come down to accompany you soon. They have become ghosts anyway, so you have to give them a good beating."
"And your wife and children, don't worry. Although I, Ye Qingyun, have no future, as long as I am still in Fuyun Mountain, nothing will happen to your wife and children."
“I really miss the time when we first met”
"Brother Huang, how great would it be if I could listen to you talk about a book again?"
Ye Qingyun sat in front of the tombstone and talked a lot to himself.
As he talked, he didn't even know what he was talking about.
Ye Qingyun vigorously wiped the tears and snot from his face.
"Brother Huang, I will come to visit you from time to time."
After saying that, Ye Qingyun was about to leave.
at this time.
Two colorful butterflies landed quietly on Huang Fusheng's tombstone.
Ye Qingyun also
When I saw these two butterflies, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"How much it would be if you two butterflies could bring Brother Huang's soul back."
After saying that, Ye Qingyun turned around and left.
And those two colorful butterflies stayed on the tombstone for a long time.
Until a colorful ray of light suddenly broke through the clouds and shone on the two butterflies.
It also shines on Huang Fusheng's tombstone.
The wings of the two butterflies trembled, as if something strange had happened.
next moment.
These two colorful butterflies disappeared out of thin air.
Huang Fusheng followed the two burly figures in a daze.
Walking on an icy road, surrounded by darkness, strange laughter and shrill howls can be heard from time to time.
He doesn't know where he is?
Don't know where you are going?
Even, I can't even remember who I am.
Looking at the two figures in front of me, one looks like a cow and the other looks like a horse.
Anyway, he doesn't look like a human being.
I don’t know how long I’ve been gone.
Huang Fusheng stepped into a large hall.
The hall was dark and gloomy, with green candlelight flickering from time to time.
Huang Fusheng stood in the main hall and looked up blankly.
Sitting above him was a man wearing dark royal robes, with a majestic face and wide eyes.
Below him, there is a scholar wearing a square well sitting and holding a pen and paper.
In addition, two figures, one black and one white, stood on both sides, holding a long stick in their hands.
It looks very weird.
At this moment, Huang Fusheng seemed to have regained some consciousness.
"Where am I?"
He asked subconsciously.
"The Palace of Yama!"
A majestic voice sounded.
Huang Fusheng's face was filled with astonishment and he suddenly turned around.
I found that the palace door had been closed.
There were ferocious-looking people standing all around.
Ghostly.
The two figures, one black and one white, were clearly black and white.
Huang Fusheng was desperate.
He actually died?
Obviously he gritted his teeth and persisted, thinking that he could go home and see his wife and children.
But why can't I hold on?
There was a pop.
Huang Fusheng knelt on the ground.
"Master Yan, the villain died in vain. The villain still has his wife and children waiting for the villain to return. Please be merciful and let the villain return to the world!"
While talking, Huang Fusheng kept kowtowing to Yan Jun.
Yan Jun's face was expressionless.
"Whether it is life or death, it has already been decided."
"Huang Fusheng, you are only destined to live to the age of twenty-eight. Your coming here today means that your life has come to an end."
As soon as these words came out, Huang Fusheng immediately collapsed to the ground.
He would never see his wife and children again.
From then on, Yin and Yang were separated.
forever and ever!
Thinking of this, Huang Fusheng lost all hope and his soul almost showed signs of collapse.
"Huang Fusheng, you have never done evil in this life, and you have done good deeds. I will allow you to enter the human realm in the next life and still be reincarnated as a human being."
Huang Fusheng had no reaction at all.
He doesn't care at all what happens in the next life.
He just wants to go back.
Go back to the person you cherish most.
"Take him to reincarnation."
"yes!"
The bull-headed horse stepped forward and was about to leave with Huang Fusheng's soul.
But at this moment.
Rumble!!!
The Hall of Yama was trembling.
The entire Netherworld seems to be undergoing drastic changes.
Yan Jun changes color and ghosts scream.
A colorful ray of light suddenly broke the barrier between the human world and the underworld.
It shines directly on the Hall of Yama.
Two butterflies spread their wings out of the glow.
For a moment, the glow swept away all the ghostly energy!
This chapter has been completed!