Liu Wuhai passed away, and Liu Tao held a grand funeral for him. The family flag was flown at half-mast, and all the clan members went on a hunger strike for three days to pay tribute to Liu Wuhai.
All the clan members of the main line mourned for Liu Wuhai. Their cries moved the heaven and earth, and the snow in the void seemed to be falling even harder.
Eight coffin bearers carried Liu Wuhai's golden coffin and walked around Liu's sacred mountain. The tribesmen wore sackcloth, wore mourning, scattered paper money, played suonas, held wreaths, and held high paper figures and horses, accompanying them all the way.
Among them, there was also a huge paper smoke pot, which was carried by Liu Qiqi and Liu Xiaotao on their shoulders.
"Wu Hai likes to smoke dry tobacco. Let's burn a big dry tobacco pot for him and let him smoke with his ancestors there!" Liu Liuhai said mournfully.
Liu Tao and other people nodded, thinking that Liu Liuhai had thought carefully.
In an ancient bronze coffin.
The outer world of the Chaos Zone.
This place has been refined by Liu Fan, and moved by his thoughts, the sunset sets in the west, the rising sun rises in the east, the mountains are majestic, and there are willow trees and huts.
At this moment, Liu Wuhai was sitting cross-legged under the willow tree in front of the hut, practicing. The aura on his body was fluctuating, bringing with it the sound of wind. There was a faint flicker of fire on his body, as if a golden crow was flying over his head.
After a long time, he opened his eyes, and his deep eyes seemed to be burning with fire.
"The "Golden Crow Scripture" given by our ancestors is too profound and extraordinary. It is much stronger than the "Three Yang Body Refining Technique". I have only practiced it for a few days, and I feel that my strength has increased a lot."
Liu Wuhai sighed in his heart and looked back at the remains of his ancestor lying on the golden couch, his eyes full of awe.
A few days ago, his ancestor gave him the first volume of the "Golden Crow Sutra" and the "White Shou Taixuan Sutra". He has been practicing hard these days and does not dare to slack off, because his ancestor is watching.
Moreover, this place is a chaotic zone. After it was opened by the ancestors, it is filled with the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth. One day of cultivation here is as good as one month outside.
Liu Wuhai stood up, came to the golden couch of his ancestor, knelt down and saluted: "Ancestor, it's time to get up!"
"My descendants from all over the world, I would like to pay my respects to our ancestors!"
This is Liu Wuhai's wake-up call.
And Liu Wuhai gradually developed a habit of saying hello every day. .
He made up his mind that before Liu Tao and others died, while no one was competing with him for favor, he must make his ancestors feel comfortable and happy, and then learn more of his ancestors' skills.
Lest Liu Tao and others die later and come in to compete with him for favor and rob the ancestor.
"The ancestor belongs to me alone!" Liu Wuhai's eyes were firm.
On the golden couch, a light and shadow appeared on Liu Fan's body, and then he walked down.
This is Liu Fan's mental avatar, lifelike and indistinguishable from his original self.
Liu Wuhai brought a chair for the ancestor to sit on, then rubbed his shoulders, beat his back, and pinched his legs. At the same time, he heated a basin of water with force and washed his feet.
My ancestors’ feet didn’t stink at all, they were fragrant, just like jasmine flowers blooming.
Moreover, our ancestors’ feet were also very white and tender, and their toes were very slender, just like a woman’s hands, and they could squeeze out water with just a pinch.
Liu Wuhai slowly washed the ancestor's feet, very carefully and conscientiously. After washing, he also helped the ancestor cut his toenails.
"I didn't have the chance to serve my ancestors during my lifetime, but after my death I finally got together with my ancestors. I want to make my ancestors feel comfortable and happy!"
Liu Wuhai thought happily, his face full of happiness.
Liu Fan squinted his eyes comfortably, feeling happy to have someone to serve him.
Liu Wuhai saw the satisfaction on his ancestor's face and took the opportunity to say: "Ancestor, you said yesterday that you would teach me how to manifest spirits when you were free. Are you free now?"
Liu Fan squinted his eyes and said, "Well, if you have time, the method of manifesting the spirit is very simple. It mainly involves the casting of soul thoughts."
"You have just started to practice the "White Shou Taixuan Sutra". With your current soul power, you can't manifest the great spirit. You can only blow out the oil lamp by blowing the evil wind."
Liu Wuhai couldn't help but be overjoyed after hearing this. He didn't mind it. The purpose of his appearance was to scare the clan leader and Liu Liuhai and the others.
"Ask the ancestors for your blessing!" Liu Wuhai saluted respectfully.
Liu Fan pointed at his eyebrows.
Liu Wuhai was shocked, and then suddenly realized that he could see outside.
To be precise, he felt as if he was floating outside, and his body became a medium, allowing him to see everything around the body clearly.
"This is your spirit in the sky. You seem to be standing in the sky. You can see everyone around your body, but no one can see you, and other people's soul power cannot sense you." Liu Fan's voice echoed in Liu Wu's voice. Hai's mind rang.
"You can try to have a vision."
Liu Wuhai was excited and began to gather his soul power.
And now, in the square.
It was the seventh day after Liu Wuhai's death.
That is the first seven!
The sky is snowing.
Liu Wuhai's coffin was placed in the square.
Liu Liuhai, as the master of ceremonies, read a memorial speech to remember Liu Wuhai's lifetime contribution to the family. Thousands of clan members stood in line, and the clan leaders and elders of the twelve branches also came to mourn Liu Wuhai, with red eyes. .
"Broken mirrors, dreams that are hard to come true, relatives who are separated, and relationships that are hard to renew. Dear clan members, the fifth elder Liu Wuhai has left us, but his voice and smile will always remain in our hearts."
"He had no heirs in his life, but he dedicated his whole life to his family and his ancestors, and laid the eternal foundation of the Bulldozer Dynasty for us. Life is as gorgeous as spring flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves. This is what the Fifth Elder A portrait of a lifetime.”
"Here, I hope that all clan members will follow the example of the fifth elder, turn their grief into motivation, work hard to practice, inherit the legacy of the fifth elder, strengthen our Liu family, and restore the glory of our Liu family thousands of years ago."
"The fifth elder, like our ancestors, has great kindness and kindness in heart. We believe that in the days to come, the spirit of our ancestors in heaven will bless us, and the spirit of the fifth elders in heaven will also bless us."
... ...
Liu Liuhai's voice was low and slow, and his solemn expression was a bit sad. His voice was blessed with force and spread throughout the Liu Family Sacred Mountain.
At the end of the memorial speech, cannons were fired, mournful music was played, and suonas were blown. The air of sadness became more intense. Everyone could not help but feel sad in their hearts and filled with tears in their eyes.
"Everyone, stand and bow three times!" Liu Wuhai said loudly.
In the square, all the clan members, including Liu Tao, bowed three times.
"Go around the spirit, pay homage to the remains of the fifth elder, and bid farewell to the fifth elder!"
Everyone lined up in a long line. Under the leadership of Liu Tao, they walked past Liu Wuhai's coffin one by one, walked around in a circle, and took a look at Liu Wuhai in the coffin with an expression of grief and awe.
Then, Liu Liuhai screamed sadly: "Coffin bearers, send the fifth elder to the ancestral tower!"
Immediately, eight coffin bearers lifted up the golden coffin, with a suona playing mournful music in front of it. The clan members scattered paper money and carried Liu Wuhai's golden coffin into the ancestral tower.
Liu Wuhai's body was placed on the eighth floor of the ancestral tower, and became neighbors with the ancestors on the ninth floor.
Neighbors upstairs and downstairs.
Liu Tao and others went to worship their ancestors.
In front of the throne, Liu Sanhai finally asked the question he had been holding back for several days.
"Clan leader, what kind of opportunity did you encounter at the Fire Spirit Dojo? How did your cultivation level break through so quickly?"
Liu Tao smiled, his eyes blurred, and recalled: "Huo Ling Dojo is really a good place!"
"There is a world of flames, boundless, full of spiritual energy, and there are flame beasts. Killing the flame beasts will give you flame crystals, which can help us practice..."
"Is it dangerous? There will be dangers. There is a fire spirit inside that looks like an ancestor, which is very scary... Well, Sanhai, you don't have to be afraid. That ancestor fire spirit has been killed by Wuhai. .. ... "
Liu Erhai, Liu Tianhe and Liu Sanhai asked, and Liu Tao explained. The three finally understood what the Huo Ling Dojo was about, and their thoughts suddenly became alive.