The sound came from the side hall. The moment he noticed the movement, Wang Yan didn't hesitate at all, and rushed over to follow the sound.
Chen Xiu was also very shocked at the moment, and followed closely.
The door of the side hall is open, white lanterns are hung on both sides, and all the disciples are gathered here at present.
Everyone was wearing a filial piety belt on their heads. The elder brother Zhong Hengqing led several younger disciples to kneel in front of the spirit. The rest of the younger disciples stood on both sides, bowed their heads in mourning, and recited the rebirth mantra softly in their mouths, which was extremely sad.
In the center of the hall, there is a mahogany coffin, and when the chief is in the position, there is a tablet of the contemporary head of Laoshan, as well as a portrait of him during his lifetime.
The desk was filled with offerings, and the incense candles and smoke rose upward.
Seeing all this, Wang Yan was stunned, all kinds of thoughts flooded into his mind, and he suddenly lost his mind and was completely blank.
He came back late, everything was already too late.
"Master..."
Wang Yan called out, his feet as heavy as lead.
He stepped forward step by step towards the spirit, which seemed extremely difficult.
"Junior Brother Wang, you... you are back!"
Hearing the sound, everyone turned their heads in unison, and when they saw Wang Yan, their expressions were startled at first, and then they were all in awe.
Senior Brother Zhong Hengqing, at this moment, my heart is full of mixed feelings, and there are thousands of words, all of which are summed up in this sentence.
He was sad and haggard, even after practicing for over a hundred years, it was still difficult to hide, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes.
Wang Yan came to the hall and stood in front of the mahogany coffin.
"Master, the unfilial disciple came back late..."
His right hand was on the coffin, and he didn't want to believe it.
"Junior brother, condolences! Master, his old man has already emerged!"
Zhong Hengqing didn't know what to say, so he could only comfort him.
"No... Impossible! It's absolutely impossible."
Suddenly, Wang Yan made a strange move. With a slight force on his right hand, he heard a muffled "bang", and the lid of the coffin was instantly opened by him.
Looking around, there was no Master's body inside. There was only an open Taoist robe and a dust whisk that Master often used. In the center of the Taoist robe, there was a porcelain altar with Taiji gossip drawn on the periphery and sealed with a porcelain lid.
Seeing this scene, Wang Yan's heart was ashes.
"We also only learned that soon, Master and his old man, the three disasters came, and we could not avoid it. The body was completely burned by the yin fire. All the brothers tried their best to barely keep Master's soul."
Zhong Hengqing thought they didn't know about it, so he explained it, but in fact, Wang Yan already knew about Master's situation!
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It's just that he never thought that it would end up like this.
Arriving in front of Ling, Wang Yan knelt down with a "thump" sound, his expression sluggish, and his heart only felt as if a breath was blocked.
"Why? Why didn't you wait for me? Master, why..."
Wang Yan took out the sandalwood box and slowly placed it in front of the master's spiritual seat.
"I'm useless, I can't save Master, I am ashamed to be a disciple of Laoshan!"
He got the elixir back, but the master left him forever, leaving Laoshan forever.
In this case, what's the point of him trying his best to compete for the first place and trying to get the elixir back
In the final analysis, he was not strong enough. If he had the position of immortal, why would he have to fight for this Rank Nine Great Returning Pill, and go directly to the Tusita Palace to ask Daozu for one, and it would not take such a long time.
"Junior brother, please don't say that, time is also fate, don't blame anyone."
Seeing him reproach himself so much, Zhong Hengqing couldn't help but say something enlightening.
"Humph! Time is also fate!"
Hearing this sentence, Wang Yan suddenly sneered.
"when did it happen?"
After a while, Wang Yan calmed down a little and asked.
"It happened two days ago, it came too suddenly, and the master kept it from us for a long time!"
Zhong Hengqing didn't hide it, he answered whatever he asked himself.
"Junior brother, the boat is done, don't be too sad, I believe that Master has a spirit in the sky, and I don't want to see you like this."
Zhuge Changshou, who was on the side, had a sad face and said closer.
Wang Yan twisted the three pillars of fragrance in his hand and bowed three times in front of the master's spirit, without saying a word.
yes! The boat is done, no matter how hard you try, Master will not be able to survive.
The physical body has been reduced to ashes, and even the three souls and seven souls can only keep a trace. The horror of Yin Huo is really no trivial matter.
However, these can't frighten him. Since he has chosen this path, no matter how difficult it is, he will definitely move forward and never back down.
Master's passing will eventually leave a deep mark on the history of Laoshan.
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In the endless darkness, a piece of rolling hills stretches across the earth.
On the foggy forest path, the shadows of the trees on both sides are swirling, the horned branches and claws are like evil spirits, and the gorgeous and enchanting flowers are blooming, only the petals do not see the green leaves, accompanied by the faint and invisible. Guikulanghao, creepy.
Wang Yan was wearing a Taoist robe, holding a whisk, and his whole body was filled with a faint divine light.
Three feet in front of him, two figures, one black and one white, escorted about a dozen people to move forward slowly.
In the darkness, the lonely and wild ghosts blocking the road, when they saw this, they were afraid that they would not be able to avoid it, and they all fled on their own.
After passing through the gate of hell, this is Huangquan Road.
Wang Yan, who was on his way, was not his real body, but his primordial spirit.
Master has just passed away for two days, the first seven days have not passed, and he must not have been reincarnated yet. He has to see Master for the last time.
Master is a generation of immortals, with a powerful soul, he is an "immortal soul", even if there is only a trace left, it can be comparable to the soul of ordinary people, and it can still be reincarnated.
Wang Yan also has the status of a human being and immortal. He can travel between the realms of yin and yang at will.
Since this is the first time to go to the underworld, I am not familiar with the path, so I have to follow the yin messenger who has just returned from the ecstasy of the world.
Crossing Huangquan Road, at the end of the front, a big river flows across the river, and an arch bridge on the river leads directly to the opposite bank.
Here are the famous Wangchuan River and Naihe Bridge.
The two eunuchs chased the ghosts onto the Naihe Bridge, and all the souls were confused, and some were crying, unable to accept the fact that they were already dead.
On the other side, next to Wangxiang Terrace, stands a pavilion. In the pavilion, an old woman with a hunched waist is distributing Mengpo soup to the first seven ghosts, to help them forget their past and start anew.
"I'm really sorry, I have official business and I can't leave without permission. It's a waste of time for the real person to follow us slowly.
Hei Wuchang stood seven feet in front of Wang Yan's right side and said to him with a smile.
There were still quite a few ghosts who had returned from the yin in front of them, rushing to drink Meng Po soup and reincarnated ghosts, so when the team arrived here, it was actually blocked and stopped for a while.
"It doesn't matter, the two big brothers are busy with their own business."
Wang Yan didn't care about this, and replied politely.