Ten days passed by in a flash, and all the apostles who were not on duty were already present. Kexin Temple was decorated with plain white silk and satin. This was the highest-standard funeral for a Tibetan master.

In the past ten days, the atmosphere in the camp has obviously become different. The apostles are training harder. The empty seats in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for self-study are full. Even the air is filled with a tense and chilling atmosphere. The taciturn ones are even more taciturn and depressed.

It became even more depressing, and everyone was waiting for the results in ten days, whether their leader would make the wise decision as always.

Thousands of disciples stood silently with their hands lowered, paying attention to the solemn coffin. Master Canglan put on a snow-white robe today. Half a step behind him stood a tall young man, holding a black robe in his hand.

Looking sad.

This is the last time they, as teachers and apprentices, talk to Youzu.

Zang Xiaohe stood in the queue of disciples. He felt as if even the air had become heavier at this moment.

Sometimes it is true that only when a person dies will he know his greatness. In these days, Zang Xiaohe has heard countless rumors about Youzu. This amazing and talented person once became a disciple of Master Guanlan when he was young. He only spent a

Within ten years, he became the leading Tibetan master among practitioners, chasing strange gods and breaking the dark sun. His achievements are countless.

He seems to be the deity who has fallen into the mortal world, and his golden quality always leads everyone forward. Even everyone is convinced that when Master Canglan abdicates, he will take over the position of leader of the practitioners.

It's a pity that there are unforeseen circumstances.

"Youzu has always been our pride." Master Canglan put his bracelet on Youzu's chest and said softly: "Until the last moment of his life, he was worthy of his title of Tibetan Master.

.Thank you Tianzun for sending you to us. Now you are just one step ahead of us to return to the embrace of Shangri-La.

Walker is always proud of you,

I have always been proud of you."

Lu Ang presented the master with the robe he had been wearing. Master Canglan gathered the five fingers of his left hand, placed it on his chest, and closed his eyes.

"God bless you."

"God bless you."

Everyone chanted silently, and a huge red lotus rose up from the bottom of the built shelf, and soon swallowed up the shadow of the coffin.

Low Tibetan songs rang out all around, and the desolate songs echoed under the sky, bidding farewell to this great traveler who was born and raised in Tibet.

"My friend from afar, when will you come? We will be unbearably lonely without you.

Now you are about to go back, let me give you a ride, not because of the white hada, but because you and I are connected in mind.

Sending you off one journey after another, I don’t know when we will meet again..."

Zang Xiaohe has been listening to this song since he was a child. It was originally meant to express how lonely the life of a shepherd on the grassland was, but now it sounds unpleasant to his heart.

Master Canglan gently hugged Lu Ang and watched Youzu's body return to his hometown.

This process lasted for a full hour, and finally, the Youzu wooden frame was reduced to ashes, and in the ashes, a crystal clear bone was burned out.

Master Canglan held the brocade box in his hand and carefully placed the skull into the box and preserved it.

"This is the last gift that Ancestor You left in Zangchuan. It will continue to protect the future of the practitioner in place of Ancestor You." Master Canglan held the box high to receive everyone's attention.

Zang Xiaohe asked in a low voice in shock: "Is that a relic?!"

"Each [blessed person] can burn their relics after death. After their death, they will still be used by practitioners, and they will be studied into [mysterious seals] or made into instruments of virtue." Mu Siyun looked at it cautiously.

He circled around and explained to him in a low voice: "So sometimes being a [blessed person] is quite miserable."

The relics of Youzu were quickly put away. Master Canglan looked around and said loudly: "Ten days ago we lost a respected Tibetan master. He was protected in the ambush of [Black Sun].

My companion died due to serious injuries. I believe his name will always be remembered by us.

But the sorrow will always pass, and our lives will continue, so I will select a new Tibetan master here to inherit the mantle of Youzu to guard the [Namu] camp."

Many people's eyes lit up and Zhanye puffed up his chest. He seemed to be waiting for this moment.

"Why have I never heard of this?" Zang Xiaohe asked quietly.

"Isn't it normal for the old master to pass away and the new master to take over?" Li Lizhou gave him a strange look: "It is a tradition for practitioners to appoint a new Tibetan master at the funeral of the previous master.

Already."

"Then who do you think will be the new master, Yi Xuan or Su Xin?"

"No, neither... Although they are both experienced practitioners, it is impossible for them." Li Lizhou shook his head and said: "If I had to say it, I think it should be Jingzhe and Zhanye, huh.

...Perhaps it is more likely to be done away with."

"Why?" Zang Xiaohe was a little frightened when he thought about letting Zhan Ye become the Tibetan Master.

"Because the four major camps of the pilgrims correspond to the four heavenly beings [Dharma King], [Ksitigarbha], [Great Sun] and [Da Xing], and Kathmandu happens to correspond to [Ksitigarbha], so the Tibetan master also has to start from [Ksitigarbha].

Choose among practitioners from the Tibetan lineage... Hey, Master Canglan has announced the results!"

"The next Tibetan master of the [Sa] camp is..." Master Canglan paused.

"Cut the karma."

Many travelers looked happy and congratulated him. It seemed that Canglan's decision had won the approval of most people.

Zhan Ye strode forward with a dragon-tiger posture, looking full of energy. However, although his face looked excited, he didn't seem surprised by the result.

The two travelers, Ming Kong Feiming, were extremely surprised, and Cen Ziming and Cen Zining almost cheered...if they hadn't thought that this was the funeral of Youzu.

Master Canglan personally put on Zhan Ye the black robe symbolizing the Tibetan master. After that, he nodded towards Zhan Ye, indicating that he could give his acceptance speech.

Zhanye jumped up and stood on the high platform, and said in a deep voice: "Compatriots, I am also extremely saddened by Youzu's sacrifice, but it is not just him, the sacrifice of every traveler is an irreparable loss to Zangchuan.

.

Thousands of years of low-key ways of doing things may have made some people forget that we exist, so now we must remind these people,

Walkers never take the initiative to cause trouble, but we are never afraid of trouble either!

If anyone dares to take away our robes and trample on our home, we must make them repay double!!"

"That's right!" Someone shouted immediately below. Zang Xiaohe looked in that direction and found Cen Ziming with a fanatical look on his face.

"And now, a group of heretics named [Black Sun] dare to blatantly murder our believers and kill Youzu. I am the first to refuse to agree!"

He looked around, everyone was silent, and he continued: "I will lead the most elite 'Yaksha Team' among the travelers to raid Luojia City, the home of [Black Sun]. I will not give up until I achieve my goal, and let these bastards fight for

Youzu’s blood debt must be repaid with blood!

Let everyone recall at the same time,

In Zangchuan,

There is a being who cannot be messed with!
Chapter completed!