Chapter 938 Funeral


    "Master Gu, how did you see it?"


    Master Gu twisted the stone chips, looked at them carefully for a moment, and nodded, "This gravel is half new and half old, with old, and these chisel marks... Near Gushan, there have been spiritual weapons such as mining picks used for mining, and I have refining artifacts. I am very familiar with it. A normal mineral picks, chiseled on the stone, will definitely not leave such traces."


    "This kind of trace is left by the spiritual weapon used for tomb robbers."


    Master Gu recalled for a moment and said, "In the past, I learned to refine weapons. I met a few colleagues who had a good relationship. When I was drinking and chatting, I heard them talk about some secrets, and then I learned that... they had refined tomb robbers for tomb robbers."


    Mo Hua looked a little strange, "Will Daotingsi cause trouble for them?"


    Master Gu smiled bitterly, "There is no way, this is a gray product. Some weapon refiners have a very difficult life. If they don''t make some extra money and earn some spirit stones, their cultivation level will not be improved, and their skills will be difficult to achieve."


    "Generally speaking, Dao Tingshi is too lazy to investigate this kind of thing. Unless a big mess occurs, it will not trace the root cause and find the weapon refiner''s head."


    "And sometimes there is no way. Tomb robbers are all cruel and ruthless outlaws. They have set their sights on you and asked you to refine weapons. If you do what you do, maybe they can still be safe. If they don''t say it, you don''t say it, and no one will find you."


    "If you don''t do it, they will try their best to threaten you, catch your handle, and even threaten your family, relatives and fellow Taoists."


    "It''s better to have less things than more things. And there are spirit stones that ordinary weapon refiners cannot refuse..."


    Mo Hua nodded to show understanding.


    Although people have clear right and wrong, they always have to live.


    Since you want to live, there are too many people who can''t help but cannot blame you too much.


    He himself was "coerced" by Lu Chengyun and refined the corpse king for him.


    Master Gu looked at Mo Hua and saw that he could understand, so he breathed a sigh of relief and continued:


    "My colleagues were also helpless. Later, when I was drinking, I missed it. After asking, I understood some of the tricks here."


    He pointed to the traces on the ground and said, "The axe and chisel marks are ancient in shape, like the mouth of a crane and the crescent moon. Others may not be able to see them, but in the eyes of those who are interested, they can see that they are spiritual weapons for tomb robbers at a glance."


    Mo Hua nodded and pondered in her heart.


    “Tomb robber…”


    As far as he knows, there are funeral customs in the world of cultivation, and there are many categories.


    Water burial, cremation, wooden burial and earth burial are all available.


    In addition to wild lands and remote states with alternative customs, most monks will choose to be buried in the land after their death.


    There are many ways to enter the burial method.


    Mo Hua remembers that a long time ago, when he was in Nanyue City, the master told him about some funerals of monks and the theory of formations of Yin and Yang houses.


    And in Taixu Sect, he had a junior brother named Xie Ling, who came from Genzhou.


    Genzhou has many mountains, the mountains are amazing, and the high mountains are like dragons, collecting the essence of the heaven, earth, sun and moon, and also hiding many ancient tombs.


    The Xie family, who was born in Xie Ling, seems to be one of the big families in Genzhou. The family passed down is the technique of geography, which distinguishes mountains, rivers, qi veins, determines life and death tombs, and passes on the secret formation of Yin and Yang Feng Shui.


    The emphasis is on distinguishing qi, hiding from mountains, setting tombs, and suppressing evil spirits. Distinguish the energy of heaven and earth, use mountains and rivers to escape, look at Feng Shui, determine tombs, prevent corpses and move away from sneaky things...


    But the tricks here are very deep.


    Although the experience of ink painting from childhood to adulthood has been "colorful" in these twenty years, it has been exposed to very few tombs and does not know much about the funerals of monks.


    Tongxian City is very poor and basically has no large tombs.


    "After the monk dies, will he be buried?" Mo Hua asked Master Gu.


    Master Gu is a golden elixir from the Gu family. When he was young, he traveled around to learn to refine weapons. He suffered a lot and had seen a lot of worldly affairs. He should know more than himself.


    Master Gu said: "Generally speaking, this is true. People are born between heaven and earth, stand tall when they are born, and be in peace after they die."


    "But if you are poor and alone, it doesn''t matter: when you are alive, there is no place to stand, and how can you cover your body after death?"


    "It doesn''t matter if there is no child or heir: no child or heir, no one will set up a grave; no one will go to the grave without fragrance or fire. One will die and be destroyed."


    "The person who died accidentally was killed in the wilderness and was buried in the demon''s belly. Of course, there was no such priority."


    "Of course, most of these are casual cultivators. Family monks are different."


    "Once you have a family, even if it is just a small family, there will be a ancestral hall and a ancestral tomb. Naturally, you will pay attention to funerals."


    "The bigger the family, the more important the funeral is, and the more stringent the rules are. Many family monks are proud to be able to enter the family''s ancestral tomb after their death."


    "When at the level of aristocratic families, some high-level monks will be strictly required by the Dao Court and forced to be buried after their death."


    "Forced burial?" Mo Hua didn''t quite understand, "Daoting even cared about burying people after death?"


    "Only, I don''t care, only high-level monks from aristocratic families will take care of them."


    "How can I be considered a high-level? Is it a golden elixir?"


    Master Gu shook his head, "It depends on the state boundary. Generally, if the golden elixir is capped, then the funeral of the golden elixir must be taken care of. However, in some large state boundaries and large families, only when the monks above the Feather Realm fall, the Daoting will care about their funeral matters."


    Ink painting is a bit puzzled, "What does Daoting care about this?"


    Master Gu pondered for a moment and said slowly, "It is said... to revive the spiritual energy in this world."


    "Resurrection of spiritual energy?" Mo Hua''s heart thumped.


    "Yes." Master Gu pointed to the sky, "It is said that in ancient times, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was very rich. Ancient monks did not need spirit stones to practice. Just find a mountain, sit down, and breathe in a few circles. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth will pour into the meridians and settle into the sea of ??qi."


    "Now that time has changed, mountains and rivers have changed, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth has become extremely thin, and cultivators have to rely on the spirit stones excavated from the spirit mine to practice."


    "But spirit stones are different from spiritual energy."


    "Real energy is the gift of heaven and earth to all things, but spirit stones will become the private property of monks."


    "The aura wanders in the sky, fills the earth, and treats the people in the sky and the earth equally."


    "But since the spirit stones are regarded as ''property'', they will only gather from bottom to top and eventually concentrate in the hands of a few people."


    "The mining of spirit stones itself is a waste of time. If this continues, it will be difficult to continue."


    "So more than 10,000 years ago, a certain ancestor of the Dao Ting set a rule: the powerful monks in the world, especially those who are ephemeral monks, must be discharged after death."


    Mo Hua''s pupils shook, "The corpse is untied?"


    The scenes of the tragic death of a dismembered body appeared in Mo Hua''s mind.


    Seeing this, Master Gu knew that Mo Hua had thought wrongly and quickly explained: "It is not a literal corpse dissection. The so-called ''corpse dissection'' is not a physical body corpse dissection, but a spiritual power corpse dissection."


    "Spiritual power corpse disintegration?"


    "Yes," said Master Gu, "through some kind of formation, the powerful spiritual power cultivated by these cultivators during their lifetime will be re-decomposed, transformed into pure spiritual energy, and scattered into heaven and earth."


    Master Gu''s voice was solemn.


    "When practicing before your lifetime, you gather spiritual energy on yourself; after your death, you release your corpse and return your spiritual power to heaven and earth..." Mo Hua murmured, shocked.


    I only feel that this Taoist ancestor who stipulated that the monk above the age of the mortal world and "dissolve the corpse" after his death may not only have the highest cultivation level, but also have a stunning vision and mind.


    only…


    Mo Hua frowned and said, "It is impossible for the aristocratic family to agree, right?"


    "This is natural," Master Gu nodded, "The monks are practitioners of Taoism, and they rely on their own cultivation. This cultivation is not easy to cultivate in life. Even if they die, how can they be dispersed from heaven and earth?"


    "It is said that the Dao Court promoted the ''corpse dissection'' back then, which aroused public anger and caused chaos in the aristocratic families."


    "But the Daoting still ''willed to do whatever he wanted'', even sending Longxiang Imperial Guards to travel around the world, suppressing the aristocratic tribes of the Jiuzhou Province, and forcibly promoting the ''corpse-solving method'' with irreversible will."


    "During that period, wars broke out and disputes continued. Some fifth-grade families even killed their ancestors by the Daoting because they refused to disband their bodies. Their ranks were removed from their ranks and their ranks were destroyed."


    "This twists and turns lasted for nearly a thousand years before it gradually subsided."


    "The aristocratic family has agreed to this rule, and corpse dissection has become a convention."


    The ink painting sounds a bit thrilling.


    Although this history in the world of cultivation sounds like a few words, it contains the rules of the way of heaven, powerful games, laws of the Taoist court, and chaos among aristocratic families. During this period, there were countless battles and deaths, changes in power, and casualties of monks. It was really magnificent...


    "But... is corpse sanitation really useful?" Mo Hua asked, "Isn''t the spiritual energy still thin in the world now?"


    Master Gu smiled bitterly, "This involves a game above the feathers. I am a mere golden elixir. But it should be better... It''s just thin now, but if there is no cultivator who can untied his body after his death and will be in the world, he may not even lose this ''thin'' spiritual energy."


    Master Gu sighed and said sadly: "That day really happened, there was no trace of spiritual energy in the world. It was useless to have spirit stones."


    "Without spiritual energy, some spiritual objects naturally generated by heaven and earth will be completely extinct."


    "The so-called blessed land of caves and fairy spiritual mountains will lose their spirituality and become ordinary earth, stone and mud."


    "The spirit ore will also shrink, and spirit stones will become more scarce."


    "It will be more and more difficult for the monks at the bottom to practice and live a life."


    “At that time, I really don’t know what will happen…”


    Master Gu was a little worried.


    Mo Hua also frowned, and his mood fluctuated for a moment.


    A moment later, he glanced at Master Gu and said in admiration: "Master Gu, you know so much."


    Master Gu was stunned and sneered: "Young Master is too good, I didn''t say these."


    "Not you?"


    "When I was studying abroad, I met an old storyteller. When I was chatting, he told me this."


    "A storyteller? Is your cultivation very high?" Mo Hua was curious.


    Master Gu shook his head, "I built the foundation at that time, how could I see it... But even if this old senior has not had that high cultivation level, just by his vision and insight, it is enough to make people feel awe."


    "Yes." Mo Hua nodded.


    The tombs of the aristocratic family, the feathers are transformed into corpses, and the spiritual energy is revived...


    This is definitely not a secret that ordinary monks can dabble in.


    “Storyteller old senior…”


    After thinking about the ink painting for a moment, I remembered something and asked:


    "Master Gu, what would happen if a high-level monk did not ''uncle'' or disperse the spirit, and just buried it directly in the tomb?"


    "I understand, you said." Mo Hua said.


    Master Gu whispered: "It is said that if a high-level monk does not disintegrate his body, he retains his spiritual power and is buried in the cemetery, he may undergo abnormal changes."


    "Change?" Mo Hua raised his eyebrows.


    "Well," said Master Gu, "Corpsy or ghost transformation..."


    "If the evil spirits plague you, it will turn into a copper corpse. If you don''t let go of your resentment, you may turn into a red-clothed ''ghost''."


    "Besides, the tomb is a yin house, which is covered with death energy. The corpse transformations and ghost transformations in the tomb are completely different from the corpse cultivation and ghost cultivation in the ordinary demonic way. They are so fierce and terrifying..."


    Ink painting feels solemn in his heart.


    "Of course, these are what I heard from you, so you don''t have to take them seriously." Master Gu emphasized again.


    "Yes." Mo Hua remembered all this in his heart and nodded.


    Master Gu’s words contained many secrets that he had never known before, so we must remember them and digest them carefully.


    The insights of practicing Taoism may sometimes be more important than cultivation.


    Mo Hua pondered for a long time, and when she came to her senses, she realized that it was getting late.


    He turned his head again, looked at the stone chips and chisel marks in front of him, and asked, "Is there a tomb here in Gushan?"


    "This is something strange," Master Gu frowned, "This is a mine. There are so many mines. I don''t know how many times it has been mined. Who would bury the tomb here? These tomb robbers, I don''t know if they are stupid or have their own ideas..."


    "Do they have other purposes? Tomb robbing is just a cover?" Mo Hua guessed.


    "It''s possible..." Master Gu nodded in agreement.


    Mo Hua touched her chin, "Look for any other clues to see what these tomb robbers want to do."


    Master Gu hesitated a little.


    This is a matter of Gushan City, and he doesn’t want to bother with ink painting.


    The young master is a person who does "big things", so there is no need to waste time here.


    What''s more, most of the tomb robbers are vicious people who forget their righteousness when they see profit and are extremely vicious, and he doesn''t dare to let Mo Hua take risks.


    But in a blink of an eye, the ink painting was already searching for clues around.


    Master Gu sighed in his heart.


    As the young master is now, he does whatever he wants, and he is not qualified to stop him.


    Master Gu could only follow within one meter of the ink painting, protecting the ink painting while searching for traces of tomb robbers near the mine.


    He was actually curious about the purpose of this group of tomb robbers.


    Even a little vigilant.


    There must be monsters when things happen abnormally. There are always quiet mines, and there are foreign thieves robbing tombs. There must be something strange about it...


    After that, the two searched around, but there were few traces outside the mine, and the mine was very deep, with all connections inside, and there were no other clues.


    Master Gu looked at the sky and said, "Young Master, go back first."


    Ink painting can only nod.


    The tomb robber is just a strange thing and should not waste too much time.


    The most urgent task is Gushan, especially the Shen family’s affairs.


    But that''s true, it''s not good to do nothing.


    Mo Hua thought for a while and said, "Let''s go to Gushan Daotingsi and tell them."


    By the way, he also happened to meet the Diansi of Xiagushan City, Fan Jin.


    "Okay." Master Gu nodded.


    So the two left Gushan, entered the city, and walked straight to Gushan Daotingsi located in the north of the city along the Qingshi Street.


    Gushan Daotingsi, the place is quite large, but it is very broken and old.


    It seems that it was a lot of money before, but now it is dilapidated.


    There are not many people in Daotingsi.


    Gushan City is in a down-and-out situation, and the monks cannot make a living. Even the Daotingsi is poor, and the clear water yamen cannot support so many idle people.


    After entering the Daoting Department, there was a steward guarding the door.


    The steward was listless and impatient. He stood up immediately and said with a smile:


    "Master Gu, why are you free to come here today?"


    In recent years, the Gu family’s weapon refining business has suddenly improved, and they have made a lot of money in spirit stones, and the spiritual tax paid by Daotingsi has also become much more abundant.


    If it weren''t for this, they wouldn''t know how difficult it would be for these little men to live.


    "Food and Clothing Parents" must not provide for their care, so the Chief Secretary is particularly polite to Master Gu.


    Master Gu said, "Is Fan Diansi here?"


    "Here, here." Shishi nodded.


    "I''ll give him a message and I''ll invite him to have some tea and talk about something."


    "Wait a minute, I''ll go and report it."


    After the officer finished speaking, he ran to the inner hall.


    Dianshi Room in the inner hall.


    Fan Jin sat on the chair, looking bored and in a very bad mood.


    The sergeant came in from outside, his pace was in a hurry, which made Fan Jin even more upset.


    When the officer entered the door, before he could speak, Fan Jin couldn''t help but scold him:


    "Didn''t I tell you? Don''t bother me today! Damn it, it''s just a place where birds don''t poop, and it won''t stop for a moment..."


    The sir was scolded and became accustomed to it, and stuttered, "No, yes..."


    “What is it?”


    “It’s Master Gu.”


    "Master Gu?" Fan Jin frowned, "What are he here to do?"


    "Master Gu said, please have tea... talk about things." Zhisi whispered.


    Fan Jin rubbed his forehead and said impatiently, "Just say another day... I''m in a bad mood today."


    "Yes," said the Shishi, "I''ll reply to him now and say you''re in a bad mood and let him come back another day."


    Fan Jin''s forehead hopped, and he became even more angry. He gritted his teeth and said, "Are you... a pig''s brain? Can you reply to someone like this? I''ve told you so many times, why can''t I remember it! If you want to say that I''m busy with business, ''please'' him come back another day."


    Fan Jin was a little desperate.


    It is said that if the earth is strong, people will be outstanding, but if the earth is not strong, people will be outstanding.


    Gushan City is a place where there are poor mountains and rivers. If you recruit a few officials, your head will not be smart and your words will not be smooth.


    "Oh, okay..." The officer remembered the words "busy business" and "come again next day" and walked out the door.


    "Wait a minute," Fan Jin frowned and asked, "Master Gu came alone?"


    "No," said the Shishi, "and he also brought a follower."


    "Follower?" Fan Jin frowned, waved his hand, feeling a little disappointed, "Then forget it."


    The officer walked out the door again.


    Just after walking a few steps, Fan Jin''s heart was a little worried, and he called him again: "Stop!"


    Fan Jin asked, "What does this ''fellow'' look like?"


    The sergeant thought for a while and described, "...they are fair and clean, not tall, and they look very handsome."


    Before he finished speaking, Fan Jin, who was originally slumped on the chair, immediately jumped up with a carp.


    "I''m really... I''ll be cheated to death by you sooner or later." Fan Jin was so angry.


    A little bit, just a little bit...


    "Hurry up, go and invite people in!" Fan Jin ordered.


    The steward was confused and said "Yes". Just as he was about to turn around, he was stopped by Fan Jin again.


    "Forget it..." Fan Jin pondered, "No need to invite me, I''ll go there myself!"


    "You''re going in person?" Zhisi was stunned.


    "Um."


    Fan Jin took out a mirror from somewhere.


    He looked in front of the mirror, adjusted his clothes, and then instantly filled with a brilliant smile. With the eyes of the stewards on the side, he walked out of the inner hall.


    After leaving the inner hall and coming to the front yard, seeing Mo Hua from afar, Fan Jin''s eyes shone brightly and his smile on his face became even brighter.


    "Master Gu! Mr. Mo! If you have any mistakes, forgive me, forgive me!"


    Fan Jin was extremely enthusiastic.


    The best comes, and the times come, and the "great nobleman" is finally here!


    (This chapter ends)