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Yu Dong stared at Orion silently. The young man was already seven feet tall, one head taller than Lu Zhengkang, and his body was as strong as a standing bull. The young men and women behind him were both tall and healthy. In the hungry age, such a group of people is more powerful than the official army, not to mention the middle-aged and elderly teams standing in the back row, each of them is extremely strange.

"Don't be afraid, we are not bandits pretending to be good." Lu Zhengkang said softly.

Orion thought: Still pretending to be good?Which one of you looks good?

His expression became increasingly unnatural.

Lu Zhengkang's gaze crossed the Orion's shoulders. The atmosphere in the village was deadly. It was the busy farming season and no one was chanting. There was the sound of pounding rice from each house. If you look closely, there is one house with white silk hanging in front of the door. .

"Neighbors have funerals, but don't care about each other; there are funerals, not alley songs." Lu Zhengkang nodded, "Well, let's go, let's not disturb people doing funeral affairs."

He left with a group of disciples and walked out for half a mile. The old soul-cultivating people looked back thoughtfully in the direction of the village.

"Reincarnation is gone." Everyone smiled tacitly.

For this group of non-mainstream funeral practitioners, it is a shameful waste to let the soul ascend to heaven.But they also know that not everyone can accept their transcendent view of life and death.

Yu Dong asked Lu Zhengkang, "Master, why don't you enlighten the people in this village?"

Lu Zhengkang looked at him in surprise, "That's so troublesome, I still want to go to the city to visit the brothel earlier!"

"...Master is right." The boy dropped his forty catties head in a gloomy manner.

"Huh." The old people looked back at the village again.

Lu Zhengkang sighed, "Loyal dog."

...

The greyhound squatted in the yard, staring at the closed door of the mourning hall. This door has been closed since last night. Today, it is still a guard dog.

The hostess who was wearing masquerade and filial piety let out a cry, and the three children in the family were idly dazing in the yard.

The host opened the door of the mourning hall and came out. His eldest son asked him, "Daddy, Grandpa is really dead?"

The host nodded, the tears on his face facing the wind, and soon dried up.

"There is one less food at home." The youngest son looked very happy.When his father heard this, he caught him and beat him up on the spot.

Outside the yard, people waiting to help in the funeral and burial, heard the movement of teaching the children inside, everyone looked at each other.

The hostess also came out of the mourning hall and drank her husband, "Open the door, let people come in."

The host let go of his son and threw him aside in disgust.

When the greyhound saw the male owner coming, it hurriedly stood up and barked twice. The male owner only gave him a kick. The greyhound wailed in pain and shrank in the corner.

When the door opened, the neighbors all came. The greyhound followed the crowd and went to the ancestral hall. This is a very narrow area, dark and low light, on the yellow mud floor, two long wooden benches stand up with a thin black paint. The coffin, it smelled a familiar smell from it, and barked twice.

Among the people who came in, there were children who cried in horror when they heard the barking of dogs.

The host hurriedly beat the Greyhound out.

It had a terrible pain in its back and called out two more sadly. Suddenly, a faint and transparent figure walked out of the ancestral hall, dressed like the old greyhound owner.

It barked twice, chasing the soul of the dead, and ran all the way out of the front yard, running wildly on the road in the village. It ran faster and faster, and the wind could not catch up with it, and the greyhound kept staring at the soul of Grandpa , Passing through the rice paddies in autumn, passing through a heavy and sparse mountain and river, lost the road in a sudden long fog.

Going forward, there are crowds squeezing close to each other in the distance. There are broken bodies hanging by the side of the road. There are hundreds of types, some of which are broken and dripping with black blood. In front of the gate of the ghost, there are blue-faced fangs, and a brawny ghost Guarding, asking for directions from the souls in the line, the Greyhound looked at this Mizaza's team. People, pigs, cows, insects, and birds were all suffering in the world.

The demon generals guarding the gate made a rough voice, "Hand over the way, and go in one by one."

Lonely spirits and wild ghosts who have no way of guidance lie anywhere, panting heavily, and their blood keeps ticking. Most of these deadly ghosts are wild corpses.

There are a few people who are familiar with each other and greet each other, "Why are you here too?"

"It's dead."

"How did you die?"

"Li Guo from the west came to the side again, and I was killed by my own official army."

"Then you are out of luck."

There is a dog hole under the city, the Greyhound went into it skillfully, and with this, it entered the underworld.Naturally, the Greyhound didn't know what prefectures and no prefectures belonged to, so he just walked forward. There was a treacherous landscape in front of him. There was a long line at the foot of the mountain, and there was an archway that said "Wangxiang".The sad ghost reminded weakly beside the crowd, "Go to Wangxiangtai, beware of dangerous mountain roads, and you will not be responsible for falling into the sea of ​​fire."

Greyhound heard people say, "It's rare to die. How can I drink Mengpo soup without looking at the situation at home?"

The soul of a monk flew straight to the top of the mountain, and there is no need to line up with the current. The soul of the great demon is the same. Greyhound continues to walk forward, passing through a field of Manshushahua with flowers and leaves, and the end is to see Where the Sanshengshi is located, hundreds of classes surround the Sanshengshi, and they are numb a lot, whispering about their previous lives.

A man stared at the Sanshengshi, "It turns out that I and my beloved wife are related to the third generation, but where did she go now?" He turned to look at the Greyhound, "Dog, you have a good nose, you can find my wife for me. Is she wearing Tsing Yi, she always has the scent of saponaria, you see her, give her the flowers." The man took out a shriveled bouquet from his arms.

Greyhounds are also psychic here, looking for people in Tsing Yi with dried flowers in their mouths. In front of the queue of Meng Po Tang, there are six or seven people in Tsing Yi, most of whom are women, who also smelled of cooking smoke and saponia.

Greyhound hesitated and walked to the nearest Tsing Yi person. She looked at the dried flowers in the dog's mouth and took them. "The flowers are pretty." After speaking, she put the flowers in her pocket directly.

The greyhound barked twice, and the woman ignored it. It knew it had messed up, and went back to find the man. He blinked, "Did you find my love? Ah, my heart aches. Will you help me find her? ?" Then he took out a dried flower.The Greyhound gave it back and forth seven times, and the man could always take out the flowers. This was his longing, and his longing was endless.

The last man in Tsing Yi was a man. He saw the flower, "Hey, this flower is so familiar. Can you take me to see the person who gave you the flower?"

The two men met under the Three-Life Stone and smiled at each other. There are no men and women in reincarnation. You are a man in this life, and I will be your wife. In the next life, if you are a woman, I will hire you.

The greyhound whimpered twice. After passing Po Meng’s stall, the old master slowly walked forward on the bridge. With each step, the memory of the past dissipated a bit, reflected on the Santu River, with a familiar call behind him. He turned around, saw the Greyhound, and hurriedly said: "Mo Lai, good dog, Mo Lai, you are not dead yet, Mo is with Grandpa!"

The dog barked twice, circled around Grandpa's feet, and refused to leave.

Grandpa shook his head, "Let's go, let's reincarnate together. The world is miserable, and life and death is not a relief."

They walked to the other side together, and the three-way river was their ordinary past.

"Daddy, the dog is dead!"

"Whatever it is, find a place to bury it then."

Chapter 755: Breakthrough

The most prosperous city in Yang State, Fengcheng, is located in the northwest of the vast Guanhe Plain.

The group of Chitian Palace, a long line of more than two hundred people, moved towards Fengcheng with brisk and firm steps, and gusts of wind rang along the way.

Compared with the coastal land, the Guanhe Plain is a fertile land. There are hundreds of dynasties in the middle land. Yang Guoli is here, and he is blessed to rule the people. At least, the land here will give the farmers the most generous feedback. As long as the ruler is slightly more kind, these farmers can save their own food.

This plain area is not really a Maping River. To be precise, it is divided into small pieces by broken mountains. Each area actually has its own name. However, in general, the Guanhe Plain, It's such a zone.Alluvial plains formed by nutrient-rich soil washed out from mountain streams.

After rushing for a week, Lu Zhengkang and the others arrived at the foothills of Tongling Mountain. This area is rich in iron and copper ore. There are several villages near the mountains. Most of the villagers use farming, hunting, and mining as their businesses.

Lu Zhengkang intends to rest here, he really wants to rest, after all, he is about to be promoted to the stagnation stage.This is based on a more general division of realms. However, his inheritance is not the inner alchemy method. The next realm is called the demonization stage, which is a stage for the cultivation of external demon bodies. This is a long stage. The body stage corresponds to the soul stage in the inner alchemy.

The speed of condensing the eighteen seals was so fast that Lu Zhengkang scratched his head. His cultivating talent was too good. He was thinking about whether to read files and return to the beginning and change the foundation.