Red Moon Recovery: A Cloudy Day at the Start

Ye Xiuyu was so scared that he backed away again and again.

The ground that suddenly fell.

now.

There is a small half of the palm exposed outside the pothole,

The flesh and blood on it had been corrupted, showing the bones.

And look down in the palm of your hand.

Just a glance.

You can see at least thousands of corpses piled up there.

Most of the corpses can still be seen vaguely.

There is a red wedding gown draped there.

The area of ​​this pothole is unknown.

It was as if the whole village had been hollowed out.

Or, the whole village was built on top of this pothole.

And this altar.

This is the entrance to this pothole.

In addition to the rancid stench of the corpse, there was a burst of stinky odor that belonged to the beast mixed together.

"July and a half... marrying a bride... family and friends cry and heartbroken..."

"Weeping heartbroken... Tears... Paper-made wedding dresses... Soul makes melancholy..."

The old man chanted this folk song softly.

The soul is melancholy...for the tiger's melancholy...

The old way suddenly collapsed.

He hung his head in annoyance, tears running across his face.

Going to Lao Mo to return to his hometown...I need a heartbroken to return to the hometown...

It turns out... this nursery rhyme has already told everyone in the village the life!

He still remembers when he left the village.

The desire in the eyes of many villagers.

It was Sanshu Wu who sent himself to the foot of the mountain.

It turned out at a time! They already know what their destiny will be when they wait.

Use the soul to transform the ghost, and use the flesh as a seal.

only for...

Seal this mountain monarch for decades.

This is their last life passed down thousands of years ago.

This is also the death that has been waiting for generations in the Soul Burial Village.

They were already doomed since they were born.

Including his master...the same.

It's no wonder that when he was young, he had better walk around the hills and rivers, looking around for the Taoist master of the fairy trail.

In the end, the immortal will be so lonely when he passes away.

Slap--

Suddenly something flew from the old-fashioned clothes.

Turned into a golden light.

Fall into the big pit.

Only just touched the corpses in the pit.

It instantly turned into a golden flame.

At this moment, the flame filled the pit.

The golden pillar of fire rushed out a distance of tens of meters between a few breaths

Wrapped all the corpse capitals in it.

A large amount of black energy rushed into the sky.

It was blown away by the breeze again.

And those corpses, also under the golden flames, quickly turned into dust.

The flying things are naturally the decree in the arms of the old Dao.

This golden fire is the flame formed by the merits contained in the decree.

Can be annihilated in this fire of merit.

It was a great relief for these corpses.

slowly.

In the golden flames.

An illusory figure emerged.

He is a down-to-earth farmer.

"Ergouzi!"

Lao Dao immediately recognized that figure was a member of Soul Burial Village.

At this moment, Er Gouzi seemed to have heard the sound, and smiled at the old way.

He bowed deeply at the old way.

Or he bowed deeply at the Fuluo.

Then, turning around, the figure dissipated in the golden firelight.

Immediately afterwards.

Another girl in a wedding gown emerged from the fire.

He bowed slightly in the direction of the old way, and disappeared into the flames.

In this way, in the eyes of the rest of the people at a loss.

One after another phantoms appeared, some veterans would call out their names, and some obviously didn't know him.

All appear in the flames

Bow and leave.

They are all thanking.

The flame of merit can purify all the filthiness in them.

Let these souls that have already turned into ghosts, even after they have turned into ghosts, they will dissipate again,

Able in this flame.

Purified by merit, and then completely dissipated from heaven and earth.

This is already very good for them, at least... to be able to recover their minds at this last time.

The golden flames spread deeper and deeper.

Several people clearly saw it.

In the depths of the darkness, a huge skeleton stood there.

Even if he died, he didn't fall to the ground.

Something seemed to be blocking the flames.

However, it was just a few breaths.

Just heard a snap.

The flame immediately swallowed up.

That bone,

It burned violently as soon as it was exposed to the fire.

Bursts of black smoke escaped from the fire, with a stench of choking nose.

Several others backed off quickly.

The bone is naturally the flesh of the mountain monarch, and the black energy on it is the ghost and resentment that has been accumulated.

The thing that can stop the fire of merit, although the old way can't see it, he also knows that it should be the seal.

The villagers appeared accordingly.

The old way is so old with tears and a smile.

Those who are familiar call out their names, and those who are unfamiliar nod.

Without exception, they all bowed to the old way, then smiled at him, and disappeared.

This scene,

Both warm and weird.

Waited for a long time.

In the flames, an old man with a cane slowly appeared,

Old Tao whispered softly:

"...Uncle San!"

The old man chuckled, nodded at him, and looked at Ye Xiuyu.

A little apologetic glanced at her.

This was also the first time Ye Xiuyu saw this old man so seriously.

Faintly, the appearance of the two of them... seems to be facing each other.

The old man disappeared.

The wedding gown in Ye Xiuyu's hands was really like a piece of burnt paper at this time.

It turned into dust and fell from her hands.

...

The old ways are still there.

He is waiting for something persistently.

finally.

When the golden fire almost burned out, an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe slowly walked out of the light.

The old Dao's eyes suddenly became violent ups and downs, and he couldn't help it anymore, and fell to his knees with a plop.

The head was firmly on the ground.

She kept shouting in her mouth.

"Master!"

It is the master who can make him so naturally that he has always been obsessed with.

That person,

Pick him up and take care of him,

In order for him to go to school, an old Taoist who is willing to sell blood...

The old Taoist priest kindly looked at his kneeling apprentice who was already quite young.

There was a smile on his face, and there was a bit of reluctance in his eyes.

He opened his mouth and seemed to say something.

Although there was no voice.

But the old way still understood the meaning of that sentence through his mouth.

"Xiao Qiufang...went as a teacher...Mo Nian."

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he laughed.

He bowed his body towards Fulu.

Turn around and step into the depths of the fire.

Turned into a wisp of blue smoke, drifting to heaven and earth.

...

[Author's digression]: Four more is over~ Please ask for a bank note to read and don’t raise a book~