"Quick, over there!"
In the mountain forest, Wang Dao Xuan was running with a group of people.
Among them were servants of the Shen family and people from the theater troupe.
The fastest one is Wu Ba. He is running and screaming in the air.
In the night sky, Flying Wooden Magpie was only ten meters above the ground. Under the lantern-like firelight, Lu San's face was clearly visible, lying on the window, waving to them.
In the Teng Pavilion, Li Yan was also in a hurry.
After floating in the air for a long time, he finally figured out how to control this thing. There was a mechanism on the copper basin to adjust the rise and fall of the flame, while the wooden magpie wings and tail on both sides were used to control the direction.
However, it seems easy, but it is not that simple.
Controlling the direction requires sensitivity to airflow, and this thing also requires practice. He just fiddled with it a few times, and it swayed everywhere in the air, and finally managed to control it and fly to the shore.
Even more troublesome is fuel.
I don't know what the paraffin-like grease was refined from. Although the firepower is fast, it is also consumed quickly.
In a short time, only a thin layer remained.
Li Yan cannot land too fast to avoid crashing, nor can it land too slowly, otherwise it will not be able to support the landing.
The leather bag above is made of unknown exotic Animal Hide leather. It has excellent elasticity and can gradually shrink as the flame becomes smaller.
Finally, Flying Wooden Magpie landed at a suitable height, but there was no place to land. The bottom of the cane pavilion kept bumping against the branches, and broken branches and leaves flew around along the way, making a crackling sound.
"Roar!"
Seeing this, Wu Ba below roared, using his hands and feet, he quickly climbed up the tree trunk, jumped high, and actually grabbed the bottom of the cane pavilion.
He didn't understand what this thing was, and thought it was a trap trapping Lu San in it, so he wanted to drag Teng Pavilion down.
Lu San saw this and quickly shouted Superior Language.
Wu Ba heard it and immediately understood. He grabbed the wooden magpie with both hands, roared, his muscles bulged, and kicked out suddenly.
Click!
A tree trunk as thick as a bowl broke, and Flying Wooden Magpie also used this force to slide to the open space next to it.
At the same time, the fuel is completely exhausted.
As the flames extinguished, the skin above them shrank completely. Wu Ba relied on his brute strength to hold up the Teng Pavilion, with mud splashing under his feet, trying to stop it.
Li Yan and Lu San, of course, did not wait any longer. They also jumped out, holding the wooden magpie with both hands and exerting all their strength.
The three of them worked together and finally stopped the object and placed it carefully on the ground.
Li Yan then breathed a sigh of relief, patted Wu Ba and said with a smile, "Well done, this thing is a treasure."
Wu Ba was immediately flattered and a little at a loss.
Although he is stupid, his mind is very sensitive. He can feel Li Yan's guard against him, so he is a little afraid.
Li Yan praised him for the first time.
Wang Dao Xuan was relieved when he saw Li Yan and the two escaped safely. Then his attention was completely attracted by Flying Wooden Magpie, and he asked in surprise, "Is this... the one Yu Liang saw?"
"That's right."
Li Yan sighed, "Those Late Tang Dynasty Xuan Troops were also competing for this thing back then."
Even a hot air balloon is amazing.
It is just a rare item to them, but if used on the battlefield, it may very well determine the outcome of a war.
Thinking of this, Li Yan said, "Everyone, please do me a favor and help me carry this thing back to Shen's house."
Master Wu next to him asked curiously, "Can't you fly back?"
Li Yan shook his head and said, "The fuel is gone and we can't fly anymore."
This Flying Wooden Magpie is very delicately made. There is a mountain top structure above the vine pavilion. Although the skin is large, it shrinks to 20% after the flame is turned off. After stuffing it into the top and closing the lid, there is no difference at all.
Carrying it back to Shen's house, it attracted a crowd of onlookers.
Li Yan didn't intend to stop him. After all, there were too many people there tonight. It won't be long before all kinds of ridiculous stories came out.
He had made it easy with Lu San before, but in fact, the ghost town was full of dangers. Fortunately, Great Luo Dharma Body maintained his fighting power and survived.
Exhausted, he went to bed directly after giving some instructions.
This time I slept for three hours.
At dawn the next day, Sha LiFei returned to Shen's Mansion.
Li Yan and Lu San also got up quickly.
Hearing what happened last night, Sha LiFei was also frightened, and quickly recounted the information he had obtained.
"Zen Master Tong Huan and Cheng Jue have gone to that village and sent troops to arrest the Maitreya Sect disciples. They are probably in the tomb by now..."
"I didn't find you, so I was worried that something might happen, so I ran back to Shen's house in advance to inquire about the news. Fortunately, you escaped..."
"Dakini Sect, Black Sky Mingwang Lower Realm?"
The news about Sha LiFei shocked Li Yan even more.
He also knows something about this matter.
This matter was mentioned in the booklet left by Liu Gang.
Both the heaven and the underworld will be affected by the world of mortals. As the human state's sacrifices change, the heaven and the underworld will also change.
It can be said that the two interact with each other.
This kind of thing has happened in history, but <Heavenly Laws> is more stringent than <Yin Law>. Once you descend to earth, you will be attacked by Five Thunder Strike.
But this kind of thing has never been successful.
Some folk stories about immortals thinking about the Lower Realm come from this, but the endings are often much more miserable than the stories.
Therefore, there are far fewer gods descending to earth than ghosts returning to the world.
As for the deeper secrets, no one knows. After all, both <Yin Law> and <Heavenly Laws> stipulate that they must not interfere with the human world.
Thinking of this, Li Yan couldn't help but shake his head and said, "It is indeed Human Path's revolution. I want to get involved in all the messy stuff."
Sha LiFei whispered, "Yan XiaoGe, according to the old monk, that tomb is probably not simple. Should we take a look?"
Hearing this, Li Yan shook his head and said, "Since it's not simple, it must be dangerous inside. Besides, even if there are good things, they must be owned by Baotong Chan Temple. We don't need to join in the fun."
With that said, he got up and came to the bed, and took out a piece of meat with white hair from the package, "This is the 'Wan Yan' meat. Please send someone from the Shen family to send a message to the Wenjin Academy Master Lin and ask his family to pick it up."
With the end of Dragon Boat Festival, Master Lin has taken his disciples back to the Wenjin Academy. That place is a bit far away, and the things they found are pretty good, so there is no need to run back and forth.
"That's right."
Sha LiFei also nodded in agreement.
In the following days, everything was calm.
Bai He Wan and Official Road are all under martial law by the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, and outsiders are prohibited from entering or exiting. No one knows what happened inside.
Before I knew it, it was the day of burial.
Before dawn, Shen's house was already brightly lit.
From top to bottom, the Shen family were all dressed in white mourning clothes and tied with hemp ropes around their waists. Under the command of Wang Dao Xuan, they were preparing for burial.
In front of the coffin in the mourning hall, Wang Dao Xuan was dressed in a yin-yang Daoist robe, flicked his fly whisk, and shouted, "A filial son and a virtuous grandson see the deceased."
This is the last time for relatives to see each other before the coffin is closed.
Even though they have become accustomed to it these days, at this moment, Shen Jinghong and all his relatives are still filled with sadness and cry bitterly.
Inside the coffin, the faces of Master Shen and the Shen family elder were covered with a layer of white paper, with only their eyes and nostrils exposed, as if they were wearing masks.
This is a local custom, which means that other ghosts in the underworld will not be able to recognize the deceased and cause nuisance due to previous grudges.
Just as they were grieving, several men came forward with Coffin Nail, trying to push their relatives away, while Shen Jinghong and others stopped them with loud tears.
After some pulling, they were stopped by the servants.
The men closed the coffin lid, took out the long Coffin Nail, swung the hammer, and knocked it down.
"Dad, brother, please stay away!"
"Dad, grandpa, you guys stay away!"
The family members burst into tears and kept crying.
This is a custom, and outsiders cannot see anything, but to relatives, every hammer is like a blow to the heart, and now there is a complete separation between yin and yang.
The pole bearers were also ready. First, the invited children and women sat down on the pole to "press the dragon pole", and then eight big men lowered their waists at the same time.
Eight people are also called the Eight Immortals.
Wang Dao Xuan took out a Calamity Placard that had been opened in advance, read it for a while, then burned a "road bill", flicked the whisk, and shouted, "The dead are on the road!"
With a low roar from the sixteen pole bearers, the two coffins were lifted one after the other, leaving the mourning hall and walking towards the outside of the Shen family mansion.
The servants of the Shen family set off firecrackers, folded fire paper into a tic-shaped shape along the way, and put charcoal to hold it down.
Shen Jinghong and other family members followed the grief and shouted, "Dad, brother, we are going out, don't be afraid..."
After leaving the door, the team changed again.
Shen Jinghong is holding a white flag to guide the way, the son of the Shen family's son is holding an incense jar, and the others are holding Mourning Stick and sacrificial tents to accompany them.
Wang Dao Xuan walked in the front, waving and throwing paper money, while shouting, "As the sun rises, Fusang turns east again, the remains are collected in the treasure box, and the eight Vajras work together to gently deliver them to the Five Spirits Palace..."
Every time I sway, there are accompanying gongs and drums beating, only single and not double.
The common people of Shen Family Dam came out to see him off one after another. Some people remembered the benefits of Master Shen when he was alive and could not help but secretly wipe their tears.
The funeral procession was swaying paper money all the way, and every time they came to the corner, a "road sacrifice" would be placed, and they kept going until they reached the back mountain.
The feng shui of the Shen family cemetery is quite good. It is located high up and you can just see the Shen Family Dam scenery.
A hole had been dug in the tomb, so Wang Dao Xuan jumped down, scattered the grains, and threw down a large amount of paper money to burn. This is called a "warm well".
Then, Wang Dao Xuan took out another land deed and chanted it.
This is a copy of the cemetery's title deed, indicating that this place will have an owner in the future, and Lonely Souls and Wild Ghosts is not allowed to disturb it at will.
After the land deed was burned and the flames in the cave were extinguished, a group of arrogant men shouted slogans and carefully placed the coffin into the grave.
Then came the sealing of the land.
Seeing the coffin being buried little by little, Shen Jinghong and a bunch of family members started crying like crazy.
After the sealing of the soil, there was another paper burning ceremony, wreaths of paper figures and horses, Mourning Stick with the face covered, and guide flags, all of which were reduced to ashes in the light of the fire.
According to the rules here, no monument will be erected on the new tomb for one year. It will be marked in the second year and a monument will be erected in the third year.
According to the financial resources of the Shen family, there must be three clear and six secret monuments.
After a lot of work, the sun has just risen in the distance.
The funeral procession slowly left, leaving only loess and paper ashes floating around.
Back at the Shen family mansion, the servants had already prepared a banquet and invited those who came to help to eat.
Shen Jinghong looked pale, and after toasting a few glasses of wine, he returned to the main hall. Looking at the empty hall, he felt sad thinking that the deceased was gone and he would be the only one to carry the family from now on.
As for Li Yan, Sha LiFei and others, they will continue to eat.
They have done this kind of nonsense with Wang Dao Xuan for several times. They are used to seeing separation between life and death, drinking when they should, and eating meat when they should.
But halfway through the meal, Li Yan stood up quickly.
I saw a dozen people coming together at the intersection in the distance. The leader was Cheng Jue, followed by Master Lin and two old Confucian scholars.
Behind them were all guardsmen.
"Meet Master Cheng Jue."
Li Yan cupped his hands and looked to the side, "Master Lin, just let the servant come and get it. Why did you come in person?"
Cheng Jue is not surprised that he is here. After all, there are some things that the other party must ask about, but why is Master Lin bringing a bunch of Confucian scholars here?
"There are too many people, so let's talk after we go in."
Master Lin's eyes were full of excitement, but he didn't say much.
After entering the house, Shen Jinghong quickly came out to meet him.
Although he is a local rich man, no matter these Wenjin Academy old masters or Baotong Chan Temple monks, their status is much higher than him, and they have no chance to curry favor with them on weekdays.
Of course, he also knew that everyone must have something important to do, so he invited them into a large room and prepared to leave.
"Is this Young Master Shen?"
Cheng Jue suddenly stopped him and said in a deep voice, "I am here, poor monk, but I have something to inform you. Your uncles and disciples have all been killed by demons."
"To prevent trouble, their bodies must be cremated, and then someone will deliver the ashes to the mansion."
"Ah?!"
Shen Jinghong If struck by lightning, it will stand on the spot.
He just wanted to evict the second and third bedrooms to avoid ruining the entire Lineage, but he never thought about killing them.
Li Yan took a look and knew what he was thinking. He shook his head and said solemnly, "This matter has nothing to do with you. Then Shen Jingcan has secretly colluded with the Maitreya Sect. Even if you don't give it to them, they will take it away."
"Involved in greed, they cannot escape this disaster!"
Shen Jinghong turned pale, gritted his teeth and said, "Please keep this matter secret for the time being. My grandma can't bear it, and my Shen family can't bear it either."
"Okay."
Li Yan nodded and agreed directly.
This Shen Jinghong is also considered smart. Once this news is exposed, it will be another blow to the Shen family. After all, the second and third bedrooms are still the Shen family.
When a whole generation of people dies unexpectedly, it is inevitable that gossip will spread.
Back in the room, Li Yan immediately took out the "Wan Yan" meat, smiled at Master Lin and said, "Master, I am fortunate to have fulfilled my destiny. But we are not sure whether it can be done."
"Thank you Young Hero Li!"
Master Lin quickly stood up, respectfully held his hands in his hands, and then took the "Wan Yan" meat with trembling hands. Thinking of the hardships over the years, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
He is old and the only thing he worries about is his second son. With this thing, he can cure his illness and at least be able to be an ordinary person.
"Hahaha, that's a good thing. Brother Lin, why do you do this?"
One of the old Confucian scholars stroked his beard and smiled.
Li Yan looked at Cheng Jue and asked in a low voice, "Master Cheng Jue, have those people succeeded?"
Cheng Jue looked solemnly and nodded.
Li Yan felt a chill in his heart, "How is it possible, you didn't stop it?"
Cheng Jue shook his head and said, "We only found the altar. Everyone is dead. The real place of death is not in the tomb..."