Liu Qianwen suddenly said worriedly: "Dad, if some gangsters take the opportunity to threaten brother Nangong..."

Before he finished speaking, Yunli Wuying said sternly: "Only the Demon Dragon Slayer King can be so despicable and shameless. Today's major sects don't dare to do it for the sake of reputation. Some small and greedy people will even measure their own strength.

, I can pinch but I can’t pinch the master of suffering.”

After saying this, Liu Zhengzhao, the Silver Flute Xiaoyaoke, stood up first and said, "I will send someone to Wubaotou City right now."

On the third day, although the chief officers of the general branch were still discussing the matter, and Liu Zhengzhao, the silver flute Xiaoyaoke, went to various forums to solemnly declare that those involved were not guilty, but until evening, there was still no clue.

Just when everyone was sitting in despair under the lamp, unable to do anything, someone suddenly reported that three large carts had arrived outside the mountain pass, and were supported by twenty or thirty monks. Some people said that the items on the cart looked like coffins.

This sudden surprise news immediately caused a sensation in the entire northwest branch. Everyone was excited and rushed to tell each other. Just as Nangong Haotian and others hurried to the mountain pass to greet them, people carrying lanterns and holding lanterns began to pour in on the mountain road.

Men, women and children with scented paper.

Nangong Haotian led Shangguan Liu Sinu and Gutou Dan's aunt, as well as Yunliwuying, Bingguaizhang, and silver flute Xiaoyao Liu Zhengzhao. Less than a mile away from the main branch, they saw a group of monks coming to the mountain road ahead.

and three large cars.

I saw that group of monks, all wearing gray cassocks. Except for the old monk running at the front who was wearing a woven gold-red cassock, and the other six old monks who were wearing vermilion cassocks, the rest were all wearing apricot yellow cassocks.

The monks, except for the six old monks who ran at the front and guided the cart, were all walking on the left and right sides of the cart, and each monk held an incense bucket in his hand.

The old monk who was running at the front had his law enforcement weapon in his right hand and Ruyi in his left hand. When he saw Nangong Haotian running towards him, shaking his magic weapon, all the monks burst into prayer.

Nangong Haotian turned a blind eye to all this, and like a running idiot, he passed the monks and stared directly at the coffin on the first car.

When he ran to the car, the driver had automatically reined in the horse.

Nangong Haotian rushed to him and saw that it was the coffin he had buried himself in. He suddenly felt sad and cried out loudly, daddy, and hugged the head of the coffin with both hands.

When the fourth daughter of Shangguan Liu saw him, she realized that this was their deceased father-in-law. Although they had not yet married, their identity could be said to have been determined.

At this time, when they saw Tanlang holding the coffin and crying bitterly, they all knelt on the ground.

Although Gutou and Aunt Shan stood beside Nangong Haotian with tears in their eyes, they did not support or dissuade him because they knew that this was Nangong Haotian's saddest moment.

Yunli Wuying saw that no one dared to come forward to comfort him and stop crying for a long time, so he had to walk to Nangong Haotian's side and said secretly: "Haotian, all the men, women, and children on the main branch have set up roads to offer incense along the road. We

We can’t keep them waiting for too long.”

Nangong Haotian felt that the kindness was touching. No matter how sad he was, he could not make so many people wait for a long time. After thinking about it, he stopped crying and took two steps back.

An old monk brought incense holders to attract spirits to Nangong Haotian and others. Each incense holder had a stick of burning incense.

So, Nangong Haotian and Shangguan Liu Sinu were in front, Gutou, Aunt Shan, Yunli Wuying and others were behind, followed by the monks and three hearses.

A pile of incense had already been burned on both sides of the mountain road, and many people were holding lanterns. When the hearse arrived, they knelt on the ground.

Nangong Haotian was very moved when he saw it, because most of these people were desperadoes back then. However, after Shangguan Xiaowan became self-reliant and expanded into the mountains, they all got married, had children, and built their own houses.

house.

He felt that if his father, Nangong Shuangjie, knew what he was doing, those gangsters back then had now become good citizens who abide by their laws and should keep their eyes open.

Liu Zhengzhao, the Yinxiao Xiaoyaoke, had already rushed back to the main branch after being instructed by Yunli Wuying.

After thinking about it, by the time the hearse arrived at the square, the incense table and the bench for the coffin had already been set up at the grave of heroine Li Yunji.

Large gauze lanterns were also hung around the cemetery, which was as bright as day. The maids and maids were helping to spread white felt in front of the table, and the strong men used square tables to build a temporary Buddhist altar for the monks.

Since things come unexpectedly, it is natural to feel busy everywhere. Fortunately, with many people and hands, things can be done quickly.

The coffins were parked in order, and the monks boarded the Buddhist altar one after another. Buddha flags, Buddha statues and some larger ritual objects were also brought along with the car.

After a while, cigarette smoke was lingering, paper ashes were flying, monks were chanting sutras, and magical instruments were shaking, creating a sad and solemn scene.

Nangong Haotian bowed in front of the altar table, and then kowtowed in front of the altar table of Lao Guanfu and Master Zhang. Thinking of the two people who died for their Haotian, Nangong Haotian couldn't help crying several times.

After the first Buddhist service was completed, vegetarian meals were set out for the monks in the hall.

At this time, Yunli Wuying introduced Nangong Haotian, Shangguan Xiaowan and others.

The old monk introduced himself: "I am Master Wuyuan, the abbot of Huafeng Temple. After listening to the rumors on the street, I found out that the coffins of these three donors are the ancestors and righteous servants of Haotian, probably Master Fuhe Zhang."

Nangong Haotian asked with concern: "Can the old mage tell you the whole process?"

Master Wu Yuan said: "Initially, an old housekeeper did bring two carriages to Han Temple to deliver the coffin, but it was moved away immediately..."

Yunli Wuying asked with concern: "So, the coffin has not entered the temple at all?"

Master Wuyuan seemed uncertain and said: "It seems that I have never entered the temple, because three years later, I was in meditation at that time, so I really can't remember it."

Nangong Haotian continued to ask: "I don't know who sent it the second time?"

Master Wuyuan said: "The second time I went, there was an extra coffin, and it was also written with the name of Nangong Fu, the righteous servant. The person who sent it was dozens of strong men, and the person who handed over a hundred taels of silver to the old monk was also a middle-aged man.

"

After hearing this, Nangong Haotian exchanged glances with Liu Qianwen and Shangguan Xiaowan, knowing that the Demon Dragon Slayer King did not show up at that time.

Shangguan Xiaowan asked with concern: "What did that person say at that time?"

Master Wuyuan nodded and said: "Yes, that person said that my young master's family is still in Shandong due to some business, so it is not possible to move the coffin yet. Please make it convenient for your temple. Please send it for some time temporarily, and when the coffin is moved in the future,

Not only will the oil and fragrance be re-infused, but we will also invite all the masters to perform great rituals."

Yunli Wuying hurriedly said: "We are asking all the masters to perform rituals for seven nights and seven days, and move their spirits to protect the Dharma to Yulinhe County."

Master Wuyuan quickly put his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name.

The other monks also put their hands together and shouted Amitabha.

Shangguan Xiaowan said solemnly: "In addition to the travel expenses of all the masters being borne by us and the religious expenses being generous, we will also pay for the reward of one thousand taels of silver."

Master Wuyuan's eyes also lit up, and he clasped his hands together with some excitement and said respectfully: "The female donor is kind, may you be blessed with good fortune and good health."

The other monks also hurriedly clasped their hands and said the same words.

Therefore, the ritual ceremony was held in the open-air cemetery for seven consecutive days and nights. Nangong Haotian and Shangguan Liu Sinu took turns kneeling to offer sacrifices, never stopping for a day.

On the last day of the memorial service, the tomb of Lady Li was specially opened to commemorate her. Men, women, children and brothers from all branches of the Federation came to pay their respects.

After the tomb was broken, the bluestone was used as the coffin. Except for a little moisture on the lacquer coffin, once wiped, the paint was as bright as new. The eight immortals crossing the sea painted on both sides of the coffin were lifelike and impressive.

Nangong Haotian saw that his mother's coffin was huge, with gold on the head, auspicious clouds at the bottom, eight immortals crossing the sea, pictures of pine, crane and deer, and a pure gold longevity inscription embedded on the head.

After looking at his mother's coffin, Nangong Haotian immediately bowed deeply to Shangguan Xiaowan and said excitedly: "Sister Xiaowan has not yet thanked you for burying your mother. Please accept Brother Yu's bow."

After they bowed deeply, they lifted up their shirts and knelt down. Shangguan Xiaowan was so frightened that she cried and called Brother Haotian and hurriedly knelt down.

Liu Qianwen, Zhao Ling'er and Xue Bing'er, in order to express their gratitude, also hurriedly knelt down to Shangguan Xiaowan.

When Shangguan Xiaowan saw Liu Qianwen and Zhao Ling'er, Xue Bing'er also knelt down. She was so frightened that she burst into tears and said hurriedly: "Sister Qianwen and the two virtuous sisters, please get up quickly. Don't try to hurt me again."

While speaking, she hurriedly helped Nangong Haotian and Liu Qianwen up, and then helped Zhao Ling'er and Xue Bing'er.

This scene deeply moved many people who came to participate in the public memorial ceremony, and it also proved how guilty and sad their young master was for not burying his wife in person at that time.

After waking up, they loaded the truck overnight. At dawn, the group had left the northwest mountainous area and headed directly for Nangongzhuang in Yulinhe County.

The red sun has not yet risen, and when the morning glow has just shot over the horizon, Nangong Haotian and Shangguan Liu Sinu have already led Yunli Wuying and the old housekeeper He Zhong, who is supported by others, to kneel down to welcome the spirit, holding incense sticks in their hands.

When they saw the hearse of their master and mistress, they all shed tears.

Especially the male and female servants who escaped from the fire cave three years ago were even more sad and cried bitterly.

After Nangong Haotian saw this situation and recalled the past, he already burst into tears.

Under the command and care of the ancient leader, the male servants parked the spirit, Master Wuyuan and others boarded the Buddhist altar, and Shangguan Liu Sinu also went to the spirit shed behind to change into plain clothes.

The red sun had just climbed onto the treetops, and already people of all ages, including men, women, and children from Nangongzhuang, hearing about the flood, came in an endless stream to burn incense and offer sacrifices, followed by those from neighboring villages.

Nangong Haotian spent the first seven days of his life in this touching scene, filled with glory and sorrow.

He washed his face with tears every day and stayed by his side day and night. Shangguan Liu Sinu even served and cared for him anxiously, never leaving him.

Because, as the days passed, the various sects were also intensively contacting each other on how to settle the feud and hatred between them and Nangong Haotian.

Shangguan Liu Sinu is most worried about Nangong Haotian's health, because he will soon be seriously ill. If he continues not to cherish his body, how will he cope with the upcoming storms and battles?

Especially those sects, gangs and aristocratic families who have been deliberately planning to severely attack Nangong Haotian, but they still don't know what poisonous tricks and insidious schemes they can use.

While thinking about it, Shangguan Liu Si Nu was preparing to be buried at the Buddhist altar during the seven or seven forty-nine days. Not only did she take precautions at all times, but she also took the opportunity to strengthen the martial arts of Zhao Ling'er, Xue Bing'er, Gutou and Aunt Shan.

As for the four maids of Chunlu, they were also given timely tips on some exquisite sword moves, and they were put to use when necessary.

Because the four maids of Chunlu are good in appearance and have strong comprehension skills, especially Dongmei's talent, which is not inferior to Xue Bing'er.

In such anxious and tense days, Shangguan Xiaowan and Liu Qianwen finally spent Qiqi and watched the four coffins being buried safely.

Nangong Haotian did not fall ill, but he was not far away from falling ill. After all, people are made of flesh and blood and not made of iron and bronze.

It just so happened that on the day after the funeral was over and Master Wuyuan and the monks had just been sent away, a fast horse covered in sweat and dust had already galloped in front of Haotian's tall gate.

Immediately there was a smart and capable young man in strong clothes with a sword on his back. As soon as he reached the high level, he jumped off his horse.

The gatekeeper was Nangong Lu, who hurried out to take a look.

The young man in Jinyi took out a large yellow envelope from his arms, raised his hands upward, and said loudly: "This book is delivered to Nangongzhuang Shaoxia Nangong Haotian, and please participate on time in the Dragon Heads and Elite Conference of various sects held at Songshan Shaolin Temple next month."

After speaking loudly, he hurried forward, handed the rhubarb envelope to Nangong Lu with both hands, and without waiting for Nangong Lu to say anything, he jumped on his horse, quickly pulled the reins of the horse, gave a sharp shout, and flew straight towards the south.

galloping.
To be continued...