One Five Two Clothing Tomb

Hearing this, Cheng Zheng stood up with a bang and rushed over.

I saw that the coffin was quietly placed in the pit, and there was no one around me. On the surface, everything was as calm as water, and there was no special sign. But when I looked at it, I could see the heavy coffin sinking little by little.

Cheng Zheng was shocked and shouted, "Who is making a ghost?" He was about to jump out of the pit. He just took a step, but he felt an invisible wall in front of him. He walked to the edge of the pit and was blocked tightly, so he could not go any further.

He was anxious and angry in his heart, staring at the coffin carefully - this time he saw clearly, and saw a small whirlpool under the coffin, which was sinking down with the entire coffin.

Quicksand technique!

This is a second-grade Taoist technique that is not high-level, which is more advanced than the earth flow technique in the Thirteenth Taibao. Its function is to form a quicksand vortex on the ground and sink the things floating on it into the ground. Of course, after the quicksand Technique, if you want to dig it out, you can still dig it out.

After Cheng Zheng recognized it, he subconsciously wanted to shout, "No--" but then a flash of inspiration flashed and thought, "Am I stupid? I originally wanted my father to be buried in peace, but now I have the quicksand technique to bury my father, isn't it just my wish? It seems that the person who uses this spell is not my enemy, and maybe he will come for help.

He surrounded him and thought to himself: Who is it? Who is the one who ambushed the sword energy underground just now, and who is the one who helped his father bury? Yi Zhen knows the quicksand technique, so it must be her. That person's cultivation must be not low, and I can't use this barrier that protects his father's coffin.

The scene was extremely quiet for a moment. I saw that the huge coffin slowly sank in the central pit. However, in a few breaths, it had already sank halfway, and the speed was getting faster and faster. The dust was about to cover the coffin.

Seeing the dust falling to the ground, Cheng Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, knelt down by the pit, kowtowed, and whispered: "Father, go."

Seeing Cheng Zheng kneeling down and not getting up for a long time, Cheng Qin moved his heart and picked up the weapon from the ground that he didn't know who was carrying. He tiptoed over and raised the knife hard towards his body-

Suddenly, he felt like he was punched in front of him. His stomach hurt, he bent down and fell to the ground, making a loud noise, his limbs remained motionless, and his body was twitching slightly.

At this time, the coffin finally slowly sank into the ground. With a thud, the ground moved slightly, and the four walls of the pit suddenly collapsed like a landslide. The loose soil piled around it and poured into the pit. The loose soil not only filled the soil and rocks, but also piled it out, forming a small grave.

In an instant, a tomb was established, and Cheng Zhejiang's last commemoration in the world was finally buried by loess and disappeared without a trace.

Cheng Zheng raised his head and slowly pushed the tombstone up from the side. The tombstone was made of bluestone and weighed hundreds of kilograms. It should have been lifted by several straitors, but he could move it alone, so he stood upright on the grave without placing his hands on others.

The tombstone is also simple to write. The front is "The Tomb of Cheng Zhejiang". The place where the epitaph is left untouched and blank is left. This is also Cheng Zhejiang's will. If there is no word on the stele, a white stele will be erected.

Cheng Zheng knelt in front of the grave, staring at the tombstone, and said in his heart: My father is really regretful, is he still unable to let go of the Cheng family?

After a long time of quietness, Cheng Zheng stood up. When he looked back, he saw a circle of people around him far away, but the number of people was much less than before. Most of the casual cultivators dispersed, but some were staying to watch the fun, but they remained quiet compared to just now. The crowd looked dark from afar, everyone was blurred, and they couldn't tell which one was malicious, which one was neutral, and who was helping him.

anyway……

Cheng Zheng knelt down again, this time he said to the crowd: "Thank you for your help from fellow Taoists."

When everyone saw him saluting, no matter what they thought, most of them were leaning against him and not accepting this gift. Most monks were not polite. One was that they were scared by what he had just looked like and did not dare to accept the gift. The other was that they were afraid of having anything to do with him and annoyed those who should not be provoked. Even if today's funeral has passed, who knows what will happen in the future?

Cheng Zheng stood up, his expression relaxed in an instant, as if he had been freed from a nightmare, and he seemed to have shaken off the heavy shackles. From his eyes, which were always bloodshot, a kind of indifference came out of Qianfan, and a smile appeared slightly at the corner of his mouth.

Slowly walking to Cheng Qin, Cheng Zheng squatted down, looked down at him from above, and said in an extremely relaxed tone: "I said, cousin, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Qin had just recovered from the severe pain, breathed a few breaths, and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, you just plotted against me, do you think I don't know?"

Cheng Zheng narrowed his eyes, looked at him with a very casual look, and said, "I'm not asking you this, I'm asking--" He raised Cheng Qin's face with his fingers. Cheng Qin wanted to hide, but he didn't dodge, "What's wrong with your face? He's disfigured?"

Cheng Qin's face suddenly turned red, and there was a long scar on his right cheek. It was two days ago when Feng Yizhen challenged him on the street and whipped it with a whip. Although he was not as handsome as Cheng Zheng, his facial features were also upright, and he was a talented person. He had a scar on his face. Naturally, he was extremely angry. The murder of a woman was even more difficult to explain, and he could not speak.

Cheng Zheng seemed to have never seen his embarrassment and said, "I thought about your suggestions carefully just now..."

Cheng Qin was stunned and said, "What...what is my suggestion?"

Cheng Zheng said: "It's just a suggestion to move the spirit back to my home. Cheng Qin, when I was a child, I asked you to take some smart medicine, but you always refused to take it. Look, now my mind is getting worse and worse."

Cheng Qin was stunned, looked up at Cheng Zheng's mean expression, and suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart - isn't this the Cheng Zheng he used to be? Why is he back?

Cheng Zheng said slowly, "But the coffin has been buried. As long as the Cheng family has a little shame, they will never do anything to dig graves, right? If this is true, the Cheng family's old faces for dozens of lives have sunk into Taiyin Lake. But my father's clothes and relics are still there, and I want to send them back to the Cheng family and then set up a tomb in Shangyang County. First, I will comfort my father's spirit in the sky, and second,..." He had a solemn expression, but suddenly turned frivolous, patted Cheng Qin's face, and said, "I can't bear to ask you to do a messed-up job and get your father's board when you go back. How about it, don't you consider my suggestions when taking the exam?"

Cheng Qin's face turned redder, like blood, staring at him without saying a word.

Cheng Zheng said, "I have not summoned me, so it is hard for me to come to visit me. Why don't you go and talk to your father first. Can I still not know your temperament when you and I grow up together? As long as it is what I say, you must object. Don't forget to object in front of your father today - I will thank you in advance." As he said that, he laughed loudly and left with a smile.

Cheng Qin looked at his back and felt shocked and scared, as if he saw Cheng Zheng, who had been pressing on his head since he was a child and often bullying himself, cried back in front of him. Is it because he had spent more than a month to overcome the phobia, which he had been able to overcome, and is he going to come back again?

Cheng Jun looked at it from a distance and frowned slightly - What trouble did this child do? In order to temporarily hold on to several important people and make the funeral go smoothly, he spent a lot of effort. He also helped him just now and put Cheng Zhejiang's coffin into the soil. In order to eliminate Cheng Zhejiang's coffin, a factor that is easily controlled, and he could let go of his hands and feet to slowly conquer it. Everything was going well, but Cheng Zheng had another tomb.

He is still planning to return to Shangyang County?

Cheng Jun's doubt flashed through, and then he thought of something, his face changed slightly - Could this kid have had that idea? If so...

Be bold and reckless!

He shook his sleeves, turned his head and was about to leave. Suddenly, his heart moved - just now, while Cheng Zheng fired a flying sword, someone also issued a spell at the same time. The spell was not sent by him, but another person. The man was also on Cheng Zheng's side.

Is it Feng Yizhen?

Just now, when Cheng Zheng was thanking her, the cultivators did not receive the courtesy. After Cheng Jun received the courtesy, he returned half of the courtesy. He remembered that someone was standing near him, not only did he not receive the courtesy, but he also bowed again. Who was that? Because Cheng Jun did not pay special attention, he only had a faint impression, and now he remembered it.

His eyes wandered around the crowd, but he had no results. He searched with his spiritual sense again, but there was no result. He thought that this person had left quietly.

Since that's the case, go back yourself too.

Today's small chaos is just a prelude, and the key battle has not begun yet.

Cheng Zheng returned to Cheng's mansion, and the mourning hall was empty. Some of the white curtains in the mansion were taken off, while others were still floating in the air, showing a bit of loneliness. There were still a few old servants in the temple, who ensured that the Cheng's mansion was clean and maintained barely decent.

Since then, even if the Cheng Mansion's mourning ends, Cheng Zhejiang will be safe and Cheng Zheng's filial piety can be eliminated. The monks are far less important than the world in terms of funeral rituals, and their biological children do not have to stay for three years. Within a maximum of one year, there are taboos in wedding matters. Cheng Zheng did not change his filial piety robe, returned to his room, and fell asleep.

I thought that others would not come to the door to cause trouble for themselves today. If there was any difficulty, it would be something that happened after waking up, so he slept very heavily. He was too tired.

After waking up, the sun had already set and night fell. The Cheng Mansion at night seemed very quiet. The irritability of the past seemed to melt with the night.

Cheng Zheng stood up and walked out of the room. He was about to enjoy the rare calm night during the war when he suddenly paused and stood still.

In the yard, there was a person standing.

The man was dressed in white, wearing a hat on his head, and his eyes were shining brightly, even brighter than the stars in the sky.

Cheng Zheng rubbed his eyes, made sure he was not wrong, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Yu?"

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