Seeing Taoist Qin Sang dressed up, the villagers were in awe and would rather crowd together to make way for him. The boatman was also respectful and did not dare to accept the boat fee.

The boat went down the river.

Qin Sang ignored the eyes of others and silently thought about the next trip.

He had imagined various scenarios, and even suspected that this place might be a demon world with no human traces. He never expected that it would be like this.

If there is a human race, there must be practitioners, and there must be a solution!

"First go to the city to see who Bailongjun and the City Emperor are."

As I flashed through this thought, I saw the boat turning around a bay. The river was straight in front of me, and Bailong Crossing was at the end of this stretch of river.

Qin Sang was about to get up and go to the bow of the ship to take a closer look, when the Tianmu butterfly hidden on his shoulder suddenly fluttered its wings.

His eyes flashed, and he glanced calmly at a lonely peak by the river, then glanced at Bailongdu, and sat still.

The river surface was smooth and the boat was very fast. We arrived at Bailongdu in a short time.

Qin Sang seemed like an ordinary person and followed the young and old off the boat.

At this time, there was a sound of gongs and drums among the noise at the ferry, and a guard of honor came from a distance.

In front of him was a Taoist priest in light yellow Taoist uniform, holding a ghost torture stick in one hand and shaking a golden bell in the other.

The people behind the Taoist priest lined up in two rows. The first few held three animal offerings and flags to summon souls, and the rear had several pairs of official title plaques. The two following closely held a pair of large gongs, followed by a group of drummers.

Behind the drummers, someone was carrying a black-topped soul-returning sedan, a paper-made lantern pavilion, a stove pavilion, a flower pavilion, etc., all of which were matched with eight large embroidered umbrellas, and the flowers were clustered together, so gorgeous.

Then there is a coffin, with thirty-two people carrying the coffin poles. A large number of filial sons and grandsons wearing mourning clothes came to mourn. There were also people holding paper figures and horses beside them. The number was actually more than the descendants wearing mourning clothes.

The Taoist priests are walking on Gang steps, reciting scriptures, swaying and shaking their heads, but to outsiders, it looks like a dancing master, which looks a bit funny.

All of a sudden, drums, gongs, and bells were playing in unison, and they were walking towards the river with wind and pipes.

Seeing the guard of honor, the old man said anxiously, "Why is it so early today?"

He quickly grabbed the young man and stepped forward.

At this time, Qin Sang took a deep look at the coffin and suddenly stretched out his hand to stop the two of them, "I want to find some food to thank you for leading the way. I hope I won't refuse."

The young and old were originally eager to go to the funeral, but they were distracted by something. They followed Qin Sang and turned around, entering a restaurant with their usual expressions.

Qin Sang asked for some food.

The young and old completely forgot about the purpose of their trip and started gobbling up the food.

Qin Sang held the wine glass and looked through the window, just in time to see the Taoist priest leading the ceremonial guard and continuing along the riverside avenue until he stopped in front of a stone temple.

The temple is only half a person tall, and there is no statue of gods inside. It only houses a spiritual tablet, which presumably is the throne of Lord Bai Long.

The Taoist priest ordered people to place the incense eucalyptus as an offering, stand the soul-calling flag in front of the eucalyptus, stand in front of the eucalyptus, step on the pole, and recite scriptures.

The sound of gongs and drums stopped, and the filial sons and grandsons also stopped crying, and only the sound of bells echoed on the river.

He heard the meaning of the Taoist priest reciting the scriptures and performed a confession ceremony for the deceased. He also wanted to invite Mr. Bailong to enter the altar to testify, lead the deceased, and relieve the blame.

The Taoist priest's methods are precise and smooth, which is enough to scare ordinary people.

It's just that for a long time, Qin Sang didn't feel any fluctuations on the river or in the temple.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the ceremony.

The Taoist priest looked back and stared with a displeased look on his face. He was about to scold him when he suddenly heard the sound of 'Dongdongdong' being struck.

'Kacha!'

The iron nail nailed to one corner of the coffin lid fell apart.

The Taoist priest's face turned pale, he threw up his clothes and ran away. The others were even more horrified and screamed: "No! The corpse has been raised! The corpse has been raised!"

'boom!'

The coffin exploded.

The wood chips flew away, and a black shadow rushed out, rushing towards the nearest person. It looked like a human, but its face was actually covered with green hair.

Bailongdu was in an uproar.
Chapter completed!