Lu Zhengkang led three coastal villages to carry out a wave of tactical transfer.
There are still four villages under his command, with more than 200 people, but they are relatively safe, more than 300 miles away from the sea. Lu Zhengkang will not arrange for them to evacuate with the team. The heart seal communicates across time and space, and they can keep in touch at any time.
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The whale bone boat carried a group of people and flew away overnight. By the early morning of the next day, they settled in the Guanhe Plain. The bone boat was stowed away and shrunk to the size of a coffin, and Yu Dong was carried on his back. Lu Zhengkang took the people to a village.
Rest your feet.
The people in Bakou Village looked at this group of uninvited guests in fear.
Lu Zhengkang walked at the front, and the man who came to greet him was a man who made a living as a hunter in the village. "Everyone... sir, why did you come to our Bakou Village?"
Lu Zhengkang cupped his hands and said, "Come and have a rest."
"With these many people, I'm afraid the village won't be able to rest." Orion refused in embarrassment.
Yu Dong silently stared at Orion. This young man was already seven feet tall, a head taller than Lu Zhengkang, and his body was as strong as a standing cow. The young men and women behind him were also tall and healthy.
In the hungry era, such a group of people was more majestic than the army, not to mention the middle-aged and elderly people standing in the back row, each of whom had an extremely weird style of painting.
"Don't be afraid, we are not gangsters pretending to be kind." Lu Zhengkang said warmly.
Orion thought: Are you still pretending to be kind? Which one of you looks kind?
His expression became increasingly unnatural.
Lu Zhengkang's gaze passed over the hunter's shoulder. The atmosphere in the village was dead silent. It was the busy farming season, and no one was shouting. The sound of pounding rice could be heard from each house. Looking closer, there was a house with a white silk hanging in front of the door.
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"When there is a funeral next door, we don't get together with each other; when there is a funeral inside, we don't sing in the streets." Lu Zhengkang nodded, "Forget it, let's go, so as not to disturb other people's free time."
He left with a group of disciples. Half a mile out, the old men cultivating their souls looked back thoughtfully towards the direction of the village.
"Reincarnation has passed." Everyone smiled tacitly.
For this group of non-mainstream funeral practitioners, allowing souls to ascend to heaven is a shameful waste. But they also know that not everyone can accept their transcendent view of life and death.
Yu Dong asked Lu Zhengkang, "Master, why don't you enlighten the people in this village?"
Lu Zhengkang looked at him in surprise, "That would be so troublesome. I would like to go to the city to visit a brothel earlier!"
"...Master is right." The boy lowered his forty-pound head in dismay.
"Huh." The old people turned back to look at the village again.
Lu Zhengkang sighed, "Loyal dog."
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The greyhound squatted in the yard, staring at the closed door of the mourning hall. This door had been closed since last night. Today, it is still a guard dog.
The hostess and hostess, who were dressed in mourning and mourning, were wailing loudly, while the three children in the family were in a daze doing nothing in the yard.
The male host opened the door of the mourning hall and came out. His eldest son asked him, "Dad, is grandpa really dead?"
The male host nodded, and the tears on his face quickly dried up against the wind.
"There is one less person to eat in the family." The younger son looked very happy. When his father heard this, he caught him and beat him on the spot.
People who were waiting outside the yard to help with the funeral looked at each other in shock when they heard the sound of lecturing children coming from inside.
The hostess also came out of the mourning hall and shouted to her husband, "Open the door and let everyone in."
The man of the house let go of his son and threw him aside in disgust.
When the greyhound saw its master approaching, it stood up quickly and barked twice. The man only gave it a kick, and the greyhound howled in pain and shrank in a corner.
When the door was opened, the neighbors came. The greyhound followed the crowd and also arrived at the ancestral hall. This was a very narrow area, dark and dimly lit, with two long wooden benches on the yellow mud floor and a thin black lacquered floor.
The coffin smelled a familiar smell and barked twice.
Among the people who came in were children. When they heard the dog barking, they cried in fear.
The male owner beat the greyhound out eagerly and embarrassedly.
Its back was hurting terribly, and it called out sadly twice. Suddenly, a faint and transparent figure walked out of the ancestral hall. It was the greyhound's old owner.
It barked twice more, chasing the soul of the deceased, and ran all the way out of the front yard, running wildly on the road in the village. It ran faster and faster, and the wind could not catch up with it. The greyhound kept staring at the soul of grandpa.
, passing through the streets of autumn rice fields, passing through layers of thin mountains and rivers, and lost the way in a sudden long fog.
Going forward, there are crowds of people jostling each other in the distance, and mutilated corpses of all kinds hanging on the roadside. Some corpses are broken and dripping with black blood. In front of the gate of hell, there are armored evil spirits with green faces, fangs, and protruding chests and belly.
Standing guard, asking for guidance from the souls queuing up, the Greyhound looked at the dense procession of people, pigs, cattle, insects, and birds, all suffering in the mortal world.
The evil generals guarding the gate shouted harshly, "Give us the way and come in one by one."
Lonely ghosts with no way to lead were lying everywhere, breathing heavily and dripping blood. Most of these dead ghosts were found dead in the wilderness.
Several acquaintances greeted each other when they met, "Why are you here too?"
"He's dead."
"How did you die?"
"Li Guo from the west came to attack the border again, and I was killed by my own soldiers and took credit for my good deeds."
"Then you are out of luck."
The Greyhound saw that there was a dog hole under the gate of Ghost Gate, and he got in skillfully. This time, it entered the underworld. Naturally, the Greyhound didn't know what the underworld was, so he just walked forward. There was a dangerous landscape in front of him, and there were rows of mountains at the foot of the mountain.
There was a long queue, and there was an archway with the words "Wangxiang" written on it. The languid ghost guard beside the crowd weakly reminded, "If you want to go up to Wangxiang Tower, be careful of the dangerous mountain roads. We will not be held responsible if you fall into the sea of fire on Daoshan Mountain."
Greyhound heard someone say, "It's rare to die. If you don't look at the situation at home, how can you drink Meng Po soup with confidence?"
The souls of some monks flew straight to the top of the mountain, and there was no need to queue up with the crowd. The same goes for the souls of the great demons. The Greyhound continued to walk forward, passing through a field of Manjushuahua with flowers and leaves, and at the end was the view.
Where the Sansei Stone is, hundreds of species surround it. They are a lot numb, muttering about their past lives.
A man stared at the Sansheng Stone and said, "It turns out that my beloved wife and I have been married for three generations, but where has she gone now?" He turned to look at the Greyhound, "Dog, you have a good nose and can find my wife for me.
"She wears green clothes, and there is always a scent of soapberry on her body. When you see her, give her the flowers." The man took out a shriveled bouquet of flowers from his arms.
Greyhounds are also psychic here, holding dried flowers in their mouths to look for people in Tsing Yi. In front of the queue for Mengpo soup, there are six or seven people in Tsing Yi, most of them women, and they also smell of cooking smoke and soap locust.
The gray dog hesitated and walked to the nearest person in green. She looked at the dried flowers in the dog's mouth and brought them over. "The flowers are quite beautiful." After saying that, she put the flowers directly into her pocket.
The greyhound barked twice, but the woman ignored it. It knew that it had messed up and went back to look for the man. He blinked and said, "Have you found my love? Ah, I am heartbroken. Can you help me find her?"
?" Then he took out another dried flower. Greyhound sent it seven times, but the man could always take out the flower. This was his longing, and he missed it endlessly.
The last person in blue was a man. He saw the flowers and said, "Hey, this flower looks so familiar. Can you take me to the person who gave you the flowers?"
Two men met under the Sansheng Stone and looked at each other with a smile. There is no male or female in reincarnation. In this life, you are a man and I will be your wife. In the next life, if you are a woman, I will marry you.
The gray dog whined twice and passed the stall where Po Meng shared the soup. On the Naihe Bridge, the old master walked forward slowly. With every step, the memory of the past dissipated a little and was reflected on the Santu River. There was a familiar call behind him.
He turned around, saw the greyhound, and said hurriedly: "Mo Lai, good dog, Mo Lai, you are not dead yet, don't follow my grandfather!"
The dog whined twice and circled around Grandpa's feet, refusing to go away no matter what.
Grandpa shook his head, "Then let's go, let's reincarnate together. The world is miserable, and death and life are not a relief."
They walked to the other side together, and their ordinary past was on the Santu River.
"Dad, our dog is dead!"
"Let it be what it is, find a place to bury it when the time comes."
