Fu Zhu looked at the corner where those transparent souls were squatting before, but it was now empty.
A black flag fell on the ground.
She raised her hand with the talisman beads, and the soul flag was in her hand. After receiving the sword of transformation, the soul flag only had a few cracks, and she didn't know what material it was made of.
After thinking about it, Fu Zhu put the soul flag into the storage bag to prevent others from picking it up and doing evil again.
A few hours later, everyone woke up one after another.
"Then I won't stay any longer." Gui Yunyun bowed Yingying and said goodbye to everyone.
Several female cultivators from Miaoyin Pavilion looked at each other, and one of them, a beautiful woman, nodded, took half a step, and said warmly: "We also say goodbye."
The disciples of the Lianxing Sword Sect, after saying a few words to Yuesu, prepared to return to the sect.
For a time, only the people from Taixuan Sword Sect, Zhenshan, and Si Zhi were left.
"Should we send those gourds back to Fujiacun first?" Ji Zhi said.
Jin Shuangshuang shuddered when he heard the word gourd and felt extremely sick, "I won't give it away anyway."
Ji Zhiben didn't expect Miss Jin to help, and he didn't say it to her at all.
Yuesu thought Fu Zhu didn't know what was inside the gourd, so he took a deep breath and made enough preparations. Just when he was about to speak, he heard Fu Zhu say, "It should be so."
"No matter what, the deceased must be buried in peace."
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"It's such a sunny day, I don't know why the village chief called us to gather..."
"Hey, I'll go back to the house and get a bamboo hat first. Sister-in-law of the Hu family, please wait for me for a while."
"Your Cattail Fan is pretty good. When you fan it, the wind is quite strong."
"Just take it if you like it!"
The woman felt so happy in her heart, but she said, "That's so embarrassing."
"What's the point of being embarrassed? Why are you being polite to me?"
While talking, villagers walked by outside one after another, all heading in the same direction.
"Isn't that Grandma Fu? You're so old, why do you go to gatherings, and you don't have to worry about heat stroke. The autumn tiger is so domineering now." The woman was puffy and flapping her cattail leaf fan vigorously, and there were still fine beads of sweat falling.
She wiped away the sweat and squinted her eyes to look outside the room.
There were farmers who had just come back from the fields. They didn't even have time to take a sip of water. They just put down the grass and hurried to the village chief's house.
Is there really something big to announce?
The woman shouted inside, "Sister-in-law Tian, hurry up!"
"Coming, coming!" someone said in reply, and soon a tall and thin woman came out, "Let's go."
There is a wide open space outside the village chief's house, which is usually used to dry grains, but now there are rows of wooden gourds.
Fu Zhu listened to the whispers of the villagers, who were all curious about the wooden gourd, and felt unspeakably complicated in her heart.
"Village chief, are all the people in your village here?" Jin Shuangshuang looked at the sparse dozen of people and couldn't help but ask.
The hunched village chief choked for no reason and said tremblingly, "They're all here, they're all here."
Dead and alive, old and young, they are all here.
He was unqualified as the village chief and most of the people in the village died before he finally found an immortal master to get rid of the monsters.
Next to the village chief, a girl who seemed a little out of place with the people in Fujia Village cheered for him, "Grandpa, village chief, your body cannot be too happy or sad."
"I'm fine." The old village chief clapped her hand, stepped forward, and announced the important event that had called everyone here today.
"Everyone, be quiet first!" Although the village chief is old, he is very dignified in the village. As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd quickly became silent.
"Fujia Village has been troubled by monsters over the years, and people have been missing. Fortunately, an immortal master came here recently and got rid of the monsters for us. From now on, everyone no longer has to worry day and night."
Fu Zhu did not tell the village chief about Shu He, so he still believed that the disappearance of the villagers was caused by monsters.
There were cheers and cheers from below, and after a while, someone asked, "Then when will my son come back?"
"Yes, village chief, where is the one from my family? I haven't seen you for so long. I don't know if I have gained weight or lost weight. If I become black and ugly, I will be really in trouble. After being a widow for so many years, I finally got black.
charcoal."
As soon as the woman made a joke, everyone burst into laughter.
The old village chief raised his head and looked at the sun, which seemed to be a double image. The sun was shining brightly today, but he couldn't help feeling chilly in his heart.
Fu Zhu looked at the old man quietly and said nothing.
She had seen Wei Jiang die, and Shu Xuantan offered sacrifices to Wang Shezhu. At that time, her heart was not touched. But now she understood what the master said, seeing life and death.
The dead lie inside the gourd, and the living stand under the sun.
Yin and Yang are separated.
The old village chief organized his speech and said feebly, "That's all the wooden gourds in front of you."
"Are these wooden gourds?"
"If a person were in a wooden gourd, wouldn't the sky be suffocating to death?"
"Isn't this possible? Village chief, you are so old and you still tease us juniors..."
Everyone started talking, obviously not believing what the village chief said. How could a living person be in this airtight gourd?
"Grandma..." The girl timidly pulled the hand of Fu's grandma.
Children are sensitive to emotions and can detect when an old man is in a bad mood.
She called her grandma, not only to be afraid, but also to comfort her.
"Nanny, be good, grandma is fine." The old man with frosty hair on his temples gently patted the child's hand, just like he usually did when coaxing her to sleep.
The old village chief turned around and raised his hands towards Zhao Zhiying: "I'm here to thank you, Immortal Master."
A beam of spiritual light flashed across, and the wooden gourds burst open, revealing the lifeless person lying inside.
The body that was chopped into two pieces by Jin Shuangshuang had been repaired by Zhao Zhiying before he came, so there was nothing unusual about the mortal body.
The flesh body and the gourd grow together, and there is no strong rancid smell. Instead, it exudes a faint fragrance of wooden gourds.
There are gourd leaves growing from the corpse, covering the face or the body. In short, it is not easy to identify.
Jin Shuangshuang didn't even want to get close.
But someone jumped on the gourd, pulled the green leaves on it, and cried loudly, "It's my Yao'er, he's still so young... what a monster!"
"What kind of evil have I done? I chose a husband from thousands of people, and ended up being a widow for most of my life. If I had known better, I would have been better off marrying an old widower at the end of the village..."
The cries came one after another, which seemed a bit scary in the bright sunshine.
"Master Zhao Xian... I heard that people are reincarnated. They all go to reincarnate, right?" A light fragrance of medicine came, and Zhao Zhiying's eyes dimmed before he suddenly came back to his senses.
The girl in a floral sarong stood with her backlit, her face in the shadows, and her expression could not be seen clearly, but from her voice we could guess that she must have a gentle attitude.
Zhao Zhiying didn't know how to answer her question for a while.
Some of the souls in the soul-capturing banner have already dissipated, and there must be no afterlife.
Fortunately, Jin Shuangshuang stepped forward and rescued Zhao Zhiying. She stood in front of the girl in the floral skirt and said, "If you have any questions, you can ask me the same thing."
(End of chapter)
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