Knife splashing

Chapter 113 Burial and Funeral

Wang Daoxuan cast the spell at just the right time.

"Mr. Lu" dared to give up possession and show up in person to take action, so he naturally had the confidence.

Although he is not a top-notch martial artist, he has been practicing hard since childhood and has already entered the realm of hidden power.

In terms of Taoism, he had reached the second level very early.

Just as he said, in his lineage, no matter from which aspect, he is more qualified than Wu Laosi to control the Gouyue.

The magic technique used before was called the Nine Nether Demonic Weapon Technique.

The name is weird, but the power is incredible.

This method can control wandering souls to possess a person and turn them into ghosts. It is a bit like puppetry, but it uses the body of a living person.

If the human body were a machine, it would be a limited machine, because running it at full power would often cause harm.

Therefore, some people will burst out with great potential when their lives are hanging by a thread, but they often suffer a serious illness or even lose their lives afterwards.

Those who are hit by this technique and are possessed by evil spirits will have no worries at all and will have amazing strength. Even if they are seriously injured, it will not affect their fighting.

This magic technique originated from the end of the Tang Dynasty. At that time, Taoism was declining and evil was growing, and the world was in chaos. There were evil sorcerers serving in the army, who set up a special camp of evil soldiers to fight to the death when the war was unfavorable.

Although "Mr. Lu" only had the basics, the twenty or so demon soldiers who were not afraid of life and death were able to inflict heavy damage on everyone.

By then, I'm afraid only Li Yan will survive.

Wang Daoxuan's move completely disrupted his plan.

"what--!"

"Mr. Lu" rolled on the ground holding his head and screaming.

Wang Daoxuan's "Seven Arrow Secret Spell" was only the first spell. It did not harm his life, but it was like a sharp cone that pierced his head and stirred wildly, causing him to suffer excruciating pain.

At the same time, the constables who were rushing over also stopped immediately.

How could Li Yan miss such a good opportunity? He jumped out with his sword in hand and was about to kill the sorcerer.

However, at the critical moment, "Mr. Lu" endured the pain, took out a bamboo tube from his waist, and pulled it towards Li Yan.

Danger!

A sense of crisis of death surged into his heart. Li Yan gritted his teeth, turned sideways, and with his hidden strength bursting out, he kicked the motionless constable hard.

Whoosh!
With this force, he flew sideways.

The bamboo tube in "Mr. Lu's" hand also spurted out a large amount of phosphorous fire with a bang, some red, some white, and a stream of oil.

Call ~
Li Yan just managed to dodge it, but the constables were doused all over the head and face, and then quickly caught fire and turned into fire men in an instant.

"what--!"

A painful scream sounded.

The phosphorous fire burned, dispelling the possessed ghost. The constable who was set on fire was in great pain and ran around grabbing things.

The constables who were not burned also suffered bad luck. They were knocked to the ground by their companions and their bodies caught fire.

"Get lost!"

Sharifei and the porters were also startled. Seeing the fire man rushing towards them, they simply picked up long sticks and poked it away.

What a vicious hidden weapon!
Li Yan's heart started pounding when he saw this.

Wang Daoxuan told him many stories about the past of Xuanmen, including the Taoist immortals and the monks who later practiced external elixirs. They did not figure out the art of longevity, but came up with many strange and bizarre things.

Some were introduced to the public, such as tofu and gunpowder, while others were extremely lethal and became secret self-defense techniques.

For example, the Leihuo Pill of Taixuan Orthodox Sect.

The weapon used by this sorcerer was most likely one of these. Li Yan not only smelled white phosphorus, saltpeter, and kerosene, but also some unclear smells. It was very complicated.

And now, the surroundings were filled with the smell of burnt barbecue and the pungent smell of smoke, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

What made Li Yan even more worried was that the sorcerer had recovered by then and took out a bamboo tube from his waist...

At this moment, Wang Daoxuan in the ancestral hall also stepped on the magic circle again, chanted the spell, and stabbed the blood-stained chopsticks hard!
"Roar!"

The sorcerer screamed again and fell to the ground, and the bamboo tube in his hand, which had not yet been activated, rolled to the side.

Without saying a word, Li Yan exerted his hidden strength in his legs, leaped out with a whoosh, and chopped down with Guanshan's knife.

puff!
His blow was so powerful that the sorcerer's head fell off.

Li Yan was still worried, so he concentrated his mind and urged it. The Three Talents Demon-Suppressing Coin Knife Spike immediately swayed left and right, emitting a cold murderous aura that dispersed the opponent's aura.

At the same time, inside the ancestral hall.

call!
The straw man on the altar suddenly caught fire.

Wang Daoxuan heaved a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground. The suffocating coldness that enveloped his body quickly subsided.

This vision represents the end of the magic.

Either the opponent breaks the spell, he is seriously injured or dies from the backlash, or the target is already dead.

In short, this curse will either kill you or me!

Now it seems that he is lucky...

…………

The fire was blazing and the pungent smell of burning was everywhere.

"Tell me, how many of you are here?"

"Great, great hero, forty-seven people are coming..."

puff!
The knife pierced his heart, and the underground constable's pupils quickly dilated.

Li Yan turned around and drew his sword, his face expressionless.

In the distance, the porters were dragging the corpses and body parts and throwing them all into the dilapidated wooden building near the ancestral hall.

The entire wooden building was set on fire by them, and they also dismantled wood from some nearby houses and kept adding fuel to the fire.

"I counted them, a total of forty-six people!"

Sharifei, who was standing next to him, ran over with an anxious look on his face.

Although these people deserved to die, and tonight it was either you or I who would die, I was still an official after all, and I had to destroy the bodies to avoid leaving any clues.

"It doesn't matter, the last one is here."

Li Yan smiled slightly and turned his head to look to the right.

There, Lu San slowly walked out of the darkness. His face was pale, there was a huge knife wound on his shoulder, and he was holding a human head in his hand.

It was Zhao Kui, the chief constable of Fengyang County!
"Good job, bro!"

Sharifei praised him and quickly stepped forward to ask, "Just the head is not enough, where is his body?"

"Two miles away, in the old woods, beside the official road."

"okay!"

Sharifei jumped on his horse without saying a word and went to drag the body.

At this moment, Yue Ba'e and several others also walked over slowly. They looked at each other, pushing each other, somewhat hesitantly.

Li Yan naturally knew what they were thinking, and said calmly: "Don't worry, no one in Fengyang County has seen us yet. Let's take a detour on the way back, eat and drink as usual, just pretend nothing happened, and keep your mouths shut."

"Don't worry, Young Master Li." Yue Ba'er breathed a sigh of relief. "We are also involved in this matter. If we leak even a little bit, God will strike us with lightning!"

To be honest, what they were afraid of was not what happened tonight.

There are always ups and downs in the world, and you will always encounter things like this.

What they were afraid of was that Li Yanxing would kill people to silence them.

Although Niubeiliang and Wujiagou fought for self-protection, at least fifty people died at the hands of Li Yan.

He is just like a deadly king of hell...

Li Yan naturally saw the expressions of the few people, and sighed in his heart, but did not care. He looked at the sky and said in a deep voice: "It's almost time..."

"Funeral!"

…………

Ding! Dongdong!

Wang Daoxuan rang the bell and Li Yan beat the drum.

"To confess the sins of the body, the body is born with killing, stealing, adultery, greed and lust. I, the confessor, vow from now on to not kill, steal, or be lustful, not to give rise to greed, anger, or foolish love..."

Wang Daoxuan was chanting scriptures while Shalifi was carrying a soul-calling banner, followed by Lu San in mourning clothes, circling around a brazier.

The fire bowl symbolizes the fire of hell.

There are two bricks stacked next to it, with a tile on top, symbolizing the gate to the underworld.

Wu Laosi was a living ghost messenger who messed up his job and died. Wang Daoxuan had no idea whether he was suffering in the underworld, so he performed a simple ritual before taking his spirit away to help him exonerate himself.

As for Lu San, he took on the role of a filial son.

Afterwards, Wang Daoxuan chanted the spell to break the hell, stepped on the magic sword, formed seals with his hands, and stabbed hard with the peach wood magic sword.

Wow!

The tiles shattered instantly, symbolizing the opening of the gates of hell.

Finally, Wang Daoxuan waved his peach wood sword and shouted: "One stroke can open the sky, and the eight Vajra will come down to earth. You lift up the treasure."

"Awake!"

At the command, the pallbearers immediately lifted the coffin.

Wang Daoxuan walked in front, shaking the soul-calling bell in his left hand and holding the soul-calling incense in his right hand.

To prevent any accidents, they did not throw out paper money for the road. With the fierce god Li Yan in charge, it was estimated that no wandering ghosts would dare to block the road.

Sharifei was waving the soul-guiding banner.

Lu San was holding the tablet of Wu Laosi.

The pallbearers shouted in low voices as they carried the coffin up the mountain.

As for the coachman, Old Mengtou, he stayed near the Wujiagou Ancestral Hall and searched carefully. After making sure that there were no clues left, he drove the carriage and led a few horses away to wait for them in another place.

It was still dark and Wujiagou fell quiet again.

Only the fire in the wooden building was still burning, and the charred corpses were piled up...

…………

"Open the second door, Earth God and Earth Goddess, come out and take the treasure. Azure Dragon on the left, White Tiger on the right, Vermillion Bird in front, Black Tortoise behind... Hurry up and obey the command!"

After chanting the landing spell, everyone slowly lowered the coffin.

Wang Daoxuan held the red brush in his hand, waved it in the air, and chanted at the same time: "You will be promoted soon, and you will pass the imperial examinations. This brush is extraordinary. It will make the sky bright and the earth sacred. The red brush will fall into the underworld, and Wu Laosi's three souls and seven spirits will return to the Lord of the gods..."

Afterwards, he chanted a spell and scattered the five-colored valley in all directions of the cliff tomb. Meanwhile, Lu San, who was standing by, had already collected and buried the bodies of his fellow villagers.

"Seal the earth!"

After a series of processes were completed, following Wang Daoxuan's order, the porters immediately blocked the entrance to the cliff tomb with the soil, rocks, and mud that had been prepared in advance.

Then, he climbed to the top of the cliff along the rope and erased the rope and some traces of piling.

Looking at the pale sky, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The coffin was delivered over thousands of miles, through wind and rain, and now it is finally over.

Li Yan said in a deep voice: "Everyone, you go down the mountain from the other side. Shalifei will take you to Shangluo, where we will find fellow martial artists to help you cover up."

"Remember, no matter what happens in the future, you have only been to Shangluo City and never know what happened in Fengyang County."

"Young Master Li is thoughtful."

"Don't worry, we have it in mind."

Yue Ba'er and the others nodded quickly, feeling a little relieved.

Li Yan has completely removed them from this matter. Apart from anything else, this matter has been done well enough to convince people.

Seeing that everyone agreed, Li Yan nodded again and looked at Sha Lifei, "Uncle Sha, when you are done, just stay in Shangluo. The Taoist priest and I will meet you after we return from Tianzhu Mountain."

"Be careful on the road."

Sharifei looked solemn and nodded.

He also heard what the sorcerer accidentally revealed last night, that Master Lengtan Youshi had nothing to do with this lineage.

Also, there are still people alive in Wu Laosi's lineage.

This time, perhaps there will be another fight.

"rest assured."

Li Yan nodded, turned his head to the right and looked at Lu San next to him, "Brother Lu, we should always look forward. If we do this, the court will definitely investigate. If you stay here, you will be in danger. Why don't you leave with us?"

Lu San was silent for a moment, "No."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Watching the other person disappear, Sharifei said in dissatisfaction: "Damn, this kid is as stubborn as a donkey. He really doesn't know what's good for him."

"never mind."

Li Yan turned his head and looked into the distance, "Let's go!"

After that, the group went down the mountain and met up with the rickshaw driver, Lao Mengtou. After walking for dozens of miles, the road split apart and gradually went away...

…………

Wujiagou, outside the ancestral hall.

Lu San looked at the scorched earth of the wooden building in the distance, which was still emitting green smoke, and then looked around. He sighed slightly and murmured, "Where can I hide..."

Squeak!

Several mice came running from all directions.

Lu San listened attentively, "Someone is chasing us? Okay, I see..."

As he spoke, he whistled and the mice immediately crawled down his trouser legs into the leather bag around his waist.

Stab it!

He suddenly tore off his white mourning clothes, and with the blood from the wound on his shoulder still stained, he wrote on the outer wall of the Wujiagou Ancestral Hall:

The murderer is Lu San from Manchuanguan!
(End of this chapter)