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The mountain was covered with gloomy clouds, and the entire monastery was filled with drifting white silk. Inside the monastery, white silk fluttered in the wind, attracting the souls of the departed. Paper money was scattered all over the sky, like snow swirling in the air, falling to the ground and turning into a desolate scene. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↑ Talk → Net w
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Stepping into the balcony, one could hear the mournful sounds of the wind instruments and bamboo instruments. In between, one could hear the wailing of mourning. Looking at the side of the coffin, a group of princes, ministers, officials, and nobles were howling in grief, trying hard to squeeze a few drops of tears from their eyes.
Daoists were happy with death and good with life. They had always advocated a thin burial. However, under the Imperial Family's unbridled conferment, Sima Chengzhen's funeral was still very grand. Seeing that Sima Chengzhen was a Daoist Lord of the world, but he was not free after his death, the funeral became a place for the ministers to cater to the Emperor's will and curry favor. Ying Feiyang actually agreed with and understood Sima Chengzhen's philosophy a little more.
"Junior Brother Ying, Honored Master's body is right in front. Do you want to burn incense for him?" Li Hanguang asked.
Ying Feiyang looked at the coffin and said, "My Master and Master Sima had a sword duel, so I should say goodbye to Master Sima on behalf of my Master." After saying that, he bowed three times respectfully. Li Hanguang sighed. Ying Feiyang only mentioned burning incense for Sima Chengzhen on behalf of Qing Ku, but did not mention himself. Obviously, he still had a grudge against Sima Chengzhen's actions. Fortunately, Ying Feiyang kept his mouth shut and did not announce the truth to the public. This was already repaying Sima Chengzhen's kindness of passing down his sword.
Knowing that he could not force it, Li Hanguang did not say anything else. After Ying Feiyang finished offering the incense, he quietly walked to a remote corner and looked at the people present. Du Ruhui was kneeling in front of the mourning hall to receive the guests. His face was pale, and blood seeped out of his chest from time to time. It was obvious that he had taken a blow from Ying Feiyang's sword for his son. His injury had not healed yet. When he faced Ying Feiyang just now, he deliberately avoided his eyes.
Princess Yu Zhen and the students of the Shangqing school were wearing mourning attire, performing the etiquette of a disciple, but she still had to socialize with some government officials and celebrities. When she saw Ying Feiyang, she only gave him a greeting smile, but she had no time to talk to him.
In addition, there were also some Heavenly Path cultivators, standing in twos and threes. They could not help but have the same expression. Some were sad, some were regretful, and some were glad.
At this moment, a group of government officials looked in the direction of the gate of the temple. Their tearful faces immediately wore ingratiating smiles. Following their gazes, they saw a tall old man walking toward them. The old man's beard and beard were gray, but each of them was as sharp as a sword. He had an imposing appearance. Inside, he was wrapped in a purple robe embroidered with a lion. The lion bared its fangs and brandished its claws, as if it wanted to devour people. Outside, he was covered with a loose white mourning robe, concealing his murderous aura.
Behind the old man was a fat man with yellow eyes and curly hair. It was An Lushan, whom Meng Qi had met once.
Seeing the surrounding government officials shouting "Zhang Guogong" at the old man, Ying Feiyang suddenly realized that this old man must be Zhang Shouzhi's brother, Zhang Shougui, who had made great contributions and was conferred the title of the General-in-Chief Who Supports the Nation and the title of the Founding Duke of Nanyang County.
Looking at Zhang Shougui's face, it was indeed somewhat similar to Zhang Shouzhi's. However, compared to Zhang Shouzhi, whose hair was still black, the younger Zhang Shougui already looked old. Ying Feiyang could not help but sigh, "What Master Li said that day was indeed right. Zhang Shouzhi envies his brother for being able to make great contributions and be conferred the title of marquis or general. However, he does not know that the life of a military horse is the most aging of people. How can it compare to the longevity of immortals? A man who is never content is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant."
Just as he was thinking, he saw Zhang Shougui push aside the officials who came to curry favor and stride to the front of the hall. He greeted Li Hanguang, Du Ruhui and Princess Yuzhen, then knelt down in front of Sima Chengzhen's coffin. Seeing this, Li Hanguang said in shock, "Zhang Guogong, why do you have to pay such great respects?" Just as he was about to help him up, Zhang Shougui stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Since my brother has become a disciple of Master Sima, then Master Sima is naturally also my elder. Now that my brother is too sad because of Master Sima's death and is bedridden, I, as his brother, naturally have to pay my respects on his behalf."
After saying this, he bent his body and kowtowed, performing the three kneeling and nine kowtows of a disciple.
After the ceremony, Zhang Shougui stood up and tidied his robe. He looked at Li Hanguang with hostility and said, "My brother's respect for Master Sima can be witnessed by the heaven and earth. If someone maliciously slandered my brother and forced a crime on his head for no reason, even if he is an immortal in heaven, this general will use the military knife in my hand to seek justice from him!" After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and retreated to the side.
Looking at Zhang Shougui's angry look, Ying Feiyang could not help but feel a headache for Li Hanguang. Zhang Shouzhi was now imprisoned because of Li Hanguang's accusation, but the evidence was still thin. It was no wonder that Zhang Shougui was dissatisfied, but he could not make things clear. Naturally, this stomach of anger would be vented on Li Hanguang's head.
When Zhang Shougui retreated, another withered old monk came. The old monk had a solemn expression and silently came to the front of the mourning hall. It was Master Kumming. Master Kumming chanted the name of Buddha and said, "I and Taoist Priest originally agreed to discuss Taoism and prove Buddha, but I did not expect that we would be separated forever before we even started. Taoist Priest's extraordinary supernatural power is ultimately unable to escape the karmic power of karma. I will use this Rebirth Mantra to send Taoist Priest off." After saying this, he sat cross-legged on the cattail hassock and began to recite the scriptures.
Using Buddhist scriptures to send a Taoist priest to the afterlife was rather nondescript. If it was any other monk, they might have been seen as a provocation to Buddhism and driven out of the Shangqing school. However, Master Kumming had always been a person of virtue and prestige. Looking at his solemn and pious expression, the crowd did not dare to interrupt him and could only let him finish reciting the scriptures.
After Master Kumming finished reciting the scriptures, he stood up and put his palms together. Facing the direction of Ying Feiyang, he said, "Master Sun, since you are here, why hide? Come and see Master Sima for the last time."
Ying Feiyang suddenly turned his head and saw a person walking out of the trees behind him. It was as if the person had grown out of the trees. The person's face was as dark as water and there was sorrow in his gloomy face. It was Sun Changji. Ying Feiyang was secretly alarmed, "This Sun Changji's concealment ability is really first class. If he had launched a sneak attack on me just now, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to stop him. However, this monk Kuming is obviously a cut above him. The Buddhist sect's Heavenly Ear Connection is the nemesis of the concealment technique."
When Sun Changji walked past Ying Feiyang, Ying Feiyang said softly, "Master Sun is really courageous. Right now, the Shangqing school, the White Horse Temple, and Si Tiantai are all looking for your whereabouts. Unexpectedly, you still have the guts to appear so openly. I'll give you some time to pay your respects to Master Sima. After you are done, follow me to pay a visit to Si Tiantai."
As Ying Feiyang said this, he had already activated the talisman paper and gathered the people of Si Tiantai who were scattered around the balcony. Still disdainful, Sun Changji said, "Si Tiantai? Who would have thought that a dignified disciple of the Sword Crown would actually join Si Tiantai and willingly follow other people's orders. It's a pity that if you want to capture me today, I'm afraid you'll have to go empty-handed. "
Following that, he no longer paid any attention to Ying Feiyang and walked straight to the front of the mourning hall. He silently knelt down and kowtowed a few times. Although it was not as sorrowful as the others, Ying Feiyang could feel a bone-deep sorrow from his calm face.
Master Kuming said, "Amitabha, your esteemed master has passed away. Master Sun is grieving, but you can put yourself in the shoes of others. When others die because of you, Master Daoist, there are also others who are grieving."
Sun Changji said coldly, "Old monk wants to teach me a lesson. It's a pity that you didn't say this to Duanfa. In terms of blood on my hands, I can't even compare to that Buddhist Protector of yours."
Master Kuming said, "In the past, Apprentice-Nephew Duanfa planted evil karma. Although he has been worshipping Buddha day and night, it is difficult to eliminate the evil karma. Losing his life under the hands of Master Daoist, it can be considered that he has paid for his karma. His sin will disappear by itself. But what ends the evil is not good. Master Daoist killed him and planted a new evil karma. This is the cycle of karma, the cycle of karma. In the end, he cannot escape the cycle of reincarnation."
Sun Changji closed his eyes and said, "If there is really a cycle of karma, I is willing to pay for it. Monk, if you want to capture me, feel free to try."
Kuming said, "I don't want to capture me, I don't want to capture me, I want to redeem myself. I want to use this body to pay for Apprentice-Nephew Duanfa's unredeemable sin. I want to go to the Western Region and find the former site of the Black Cult and the people who have been persecuted by the Black Cult, so as to resolve the resentment in their hearts. Master Daoist, are you willing to travel with me? I only hope that after I have completed my mission, Master Daoist can eliminate this karma in front of my Apprentice-Nephew's memorial tablet."
Sun Changji laughed and said, "Old monk, you are really infatuated. Unfortunately, the person who can redeem me has already passed away. I am already a lonely soul, why bother to redeem me?"
After saying that, he turned to Li Hanguang and said, "Senior Brother, you have done very well this time. The Shangqing school will be handed over to you. I hope you will not disappoint Master's last wish. As for Master, I will take care of him!"
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