"May our history last forever!" I whispered with a twinkling look in my eyes.
Wang Erhan nodded and turned around, "Wait for my good news. When I come back, it will be the time for us to suppress the Seven Evils!"
I nodded, with a hint of gratitude in my eyes. Wang Erhan was able to do this entirely because of Wang Fulin. These people's willingness to take action is my greatest guarantee against the Seven Evils.
Watching Wang Erhan and Xia You leave, Taoist Master Qinghua sighed, "Don't blame yourself too much. If the Seven Evils really come, it will be a disaster! Every wise person should do this.
a little!"
I sighed in my heart, turned around and walked towards the house. I almost didn't sleep all night last night. I must get a good rest today, otherwise my body will really have problems.
After entering the house, my father looked at me and sighed, turned around and walked towards the village. This was an extraordinary period, and everyone's nerves were tense and they did not dare to relax in the slightest.
I lay on the bed and gradually fell asleep.
It was not until evening that I woke up from my sleep.
He got out of bed and took the cock blood prepared by Taoist Master Bai Lian in his hand.
"Tianju, do you want to eat something first?" Taoist Master Bai Lian glanced at me.
I shook my head slowly, "It's not necessary. The rooster's blood must be painted on as soon as possible. We must make sure that nothing goes wrong!"
"Yes!" Taoist Master Bai Lian also responded.
I turned around and arrived in front of the cemetery, looking in the direction of the cemetery and frowning slightly. The black flowers had completely spread, like a big black net, wrapping the entire cemetery.
I stared at the tombstone among the flowers, my eyes flickering.
"Go!" Taoist Priest Qinghua sighed from behind.
I nodded my head and walked towards the tombstone step by step. The words on the tombstone seemed to be engraved in the bottom of my heart, causing waves of waves in my heart. When I really stood in front of the tombstone, the words in my mind
Suddenly a crisp voice echoed.
"Lang Jun, what do you think of these thousands of miles of land?"
Queen Loulan seemed to be an evil spirit, her voice echoed in my mind.
I gritted my teeth, picked up the brush in my hand, and forcibly rejected the voice.
"king……"
"King, you are finally here..."
Countless noisy voices echoed in my mind again.
I took a deep breath, turned around and walked back to the house. In this short period of time, the sweat on my forehead continued to fall, which was really a bit contradictory.
Taoist priest Qinghua sighed at the side, "Tianju, I am leaving for southern Yunnan today. Please ask the Chen family to cooperate. Once the Qingsha fate is resolved, we will start to raise spirits..."
"Okay!" I responded, took out my phone, hesitated, and dialed Wang Qiang's number. Chen Ziqing was probably still busy right now, and it was not appropriate to disturb him. But Wang Qiang was different. The Chen family was very concerned about this matter.
The matter was taken very seriously, and everything was left to Wang Qiang to handle. Although it was a grave relocation, the manpower and material resources required to move these seven evil spirits to the Himalayas were definitely not something that ordinary people could handle.
After briefly describing the matter, Wang Qiang agreed immediately.
As late at night approached, Taoist Master Qinghua left, and he gave me some encouragement before leaving.
I just pursed my lips and smiled, without much psychological fluctuation. Now everything is ready, except for the east wind. The so-called east wind is the Qi Jue Tianbao. The Qi Jue Tianbao is the most important means to suppress the Qi Sha Ming, but in my hands
There are only five of the Seven Heavenly Treasures. The remaining mourning sticks and soul-inducing flags are all on Wang Chenen. I had thought about this problem at first, but Wang Fulin made it clear that if we really touched the Seven Evils, Wang Chenen would definitely
Will show up, but until now, Wang Chenen still seems to have no movement...
I glanced at Taoist Bai Lian and waved to him.
Taoist Priest Bailian hesitated for a moment and then walked towards the house. It was enough for me to be alone here until late at night. Taoist Bailian and layman Qinglian had better rest, otherwise it would cause a physical burden on the two of them.
Waves of dark wind blew by, and I seemed to be able to feel the sound of the black flowers swaying gently. The sound was a bit harsh, making people feel a little eerie in my heart.
I stared at the tombstones in the distance, feeling a little uneasy. But at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the cemetery. The footsteps sounded very light, but they were indeed there.
I immediately cheered up, walked around the house, and saw a figure passing in front of the house.
"Uncle Chen?" I asked hesitantly.
Uncle Chen didn't even look back and kept walking towards the Mang Mountain. My heart suddenly trembled. This Uncle Chen is from the village. Although he usually goes out early and returns late to work, what is he doing here in the middle of the night?
"Uncle Chen?" I shouted again.
Uncle Chen still didn't answer, his steps seemed to speed up a lot, and he disappeared before his eyes in the blink of an eye.
I half-squinted my eyes, and something strange flashed in my eyes, but the Qi Sha Ming cemetery behind me was unguarded, so there would definitely be some problems. After hesitating for a while, I returned to the cemetery.
Although I have some doubts in my heart, I don't dare to leave here, so I have to wait until tomorrow morning and go back to the village to inquire.
Waves of cold wind blew by, making my body tremble a little. The weather at this time is one of those that turns from warm to cold, especially when dawn is about to come.
I went into the house and dug out a few cotton-padded clothes. Just when I was about to return to the cemetery, I saw two figures walking out of the village quickly.
Dad was at the front, followed by a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Tianju, something happened in the village!" Dad said hurriedly.
I was stunned for a moment, a bad premonition emerged from the bottom of my heart, "What happened?"
"Your Uncle Chen died last night!" Dad sighed, "It was a bit strange. If you have time, go back and have a look as soon as possible!"
I was stunned for a moment, with a hint of fear in my eyes, "When did Second Uncle Chen die?"
"It was around eight o'clock last night..." the boy from the Chen family said.
My expression changed, and my scalp suddenly exploded, "You mean it was after eight o'clock last night?"
"That's right! My dad was kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly, and kept kowtowing to admit his mistake. My mother and I were scared to death, and we didn't know what he was doing..." The son of Uncle Chen's family said timidly.
There was a faint fear in my heart, and my father immediately walked up and took my arm, "Your Uncle Chen was the one who carried the coffin that day. If he died like this..."
"I'll go take a look!" I whispered, went back to the house, woke up Taoist Bai Lian, turned around and walked towards the village. Uncle Chen was indeed the Quanfu man who carried the coffin that day. If it was really because of Qi
I am really to blame for this fateful relationship.
After entering the village, I found many people gathered together, with wary eyes. When my father and I passed by, these people immediately shut their mouths and even moved out of the way.
I sighed a little in my heart, but didn't say much. I walked outside Uncle Chen's yard in one breath and heard a shocking cry from the yard.
Uncle Chen was a well-off man, with a son and a daughter, and the husband and wife around him had a harmonious relationship, and his parents were still alive. When he passed away at this time, it was like the sky had fallen.
I walked in quickly and saw Aunt Chen kneeling in the yard, wailing loudly: "Our Chen family has been kind to others for so many years, how could we break such a taboo? Head of the family, if you know anything,
We must take revenge on those evil people. How will we survive now that you are gone?"
I listened to the side and my face turned a little red, so I hurriedly walked up and said, "Second Aunt, you get up first!"
"Zhang Tianju, what the hell did you carry that day? You killed my husband and you still have the nerve to come here?" Aunt Chen Er yelled.
Chen Yan on the side also stared at me with red eyes, resentment in her eyes.
I lowered my head and said, "Get up first and let me see what is going on!"
"What's going on? What do you think is going on? My husband is dead and you are still here making sarcastic remarks. Don't you feel guilty at all?" Aunt Chen took my arm and said angrily.
"Stop being so messy!" At this moment, an angry shout sounded outside the yard.
I turned around and saw that it was the newly appointed village chief. The village chief was probably in his fifties, about the same age as my father, but he had a very high prestige in the village.
Aunt Chen felt much more at ease when she was yelled at by the village chief.
I hurriedly walked forward, reached the mourning shed, and lifted up the shroud. Uncle Chen's face was pale, and his eyes were open, and there was fear in them.
I took a deep breath and said with twinkling eyes: "When did Uncle Chen's incident happen yesterday?"
"It was around eight o'clock last night..." the boy from the Chen family said hurriedly.
"Impossible!" I said loudly and turned my head sharply, "He must have happened late last night!"
The faces of the Chen family's mother and son changed slightly, and they looked at me with gritted teeth.
"Tell me, when did this happen?" the village chief shouted angrily.
Aunt Chen's body was trembling a little, and there was a hint of fear in her eyes, "It was indeed late at night!"
I half-squinted my eyes, and gently placed one hand on Uncle Chen's eyelids, trying to stroke his eyelids down, but as soon as my right hand was placed on the eyelids, my heart skipped a beat. Because Uncle Chen's body was still
With residual warmth. Perhaps we shouldn’t say that this is residual warmth. We can only say that it is not that cold. How can a person who has been dead for several hours carry residual warmth in his body?