Vol 6 Chapter 754: No lane song

　　 Lu Zhengkang led three offshore villages for a wave of tactical transfers.
　　 There are four villages under his command with more than 200 people, but they are still safe, more than three hundred miles from the sea. Lu Zhengkang did not arrange for them to evacuate with the team. The heart seal communicated across time and space and kept in touch at any time.
The whale bone boat carried a group of people and flew away overnight. By the early morning of the next day, they settled in the Guanhe Plain. The bone boat was stowed and shrunk to the size of a coffin, leaving Yu Dong on his back. Lu Zhengkang took the people to a village. Rest your feet.
　　 The people of Bakou Village looked at these uninvited guests in horror.
　　Lu Zhengkang walked in the forefront and came to greet a man who hunted for a living in the village. "Everyone... Uncle, why did you come to our village in Bakou?"
　　 Lu Zhengkang arched his hands, "Come and rest."
　　 "These many people, I'm afraid the village can't rest." Orion refused, embarrassed.
Yu Dong stared at Orion silently. The young man was already seven feet tall, one head taller than Lu Zhengkang, and his body was as strong as a standing bull. The young men and women behind him were both tall and healthy. In the hungry age, such a group of people is more powerful than the official army, not to mention the middle-aged and elderly teams standing in the back row, each of them is extremely strange.
　　 "Don't be afraid, we are not gangsters pretending to be good." Lu Zhengkang said warmly.
　　Orion thought: Still pretending to be good? Which one of you looks good?
　　 His expression became more and more unnatural.
Lu Zhengkang's gaze crossed the Orion's shoulders. The atmosphere in the village was deadly silent. It was the busy farming season, and no one shouted. Every family heard the sound of pounding rice. If you look closely, there is one house with white silk hanging in front of the door. .
　　 "Neighbors have funerals, but they don’t look at each other; there’s funerals and no lane songs." Lu Zhengkang nodded, "Well, let’s go, and don’t bother people doing funeral affairs."
　　 He left with a group of disciples and walked out for half a mile. The old soul-cultivating people looked back thoughtfully in the direction of the village.
　　 "Reincarnation is gone." Everyone smiled tacitly.
　　 For this group of non-mainstream funeral practitioners, it is a shameful waste to let the soul ascend to heaven. But they also know that not everyone can accept their transcendent view of life and death.
　　Yu Dong asked Lu Zhengkang, "Master, why don't you enlighten the people in this village?"
　　Lu Zhengkang looked at him in surprise, "That's so troublesome, I want to go to the city to visit the brothel sooner!"
　　 "...Master is right." The boy dropped his forty catties head in a gloomy manner.
　　 "Huh." The old people looked back at the village again.
　　 Lu Zhengkang sighed, "Loyal dog."
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　　 Greyhound squatted in the yard, staring at the closed door of the mourning hall. This door has been closed since last night. Today, it is still a guard dog.
　　 The hostess who was wearing masquerade and filial piety let out a cry, and the three children in the family were in a daze idly in the yard.
　　 The male host opened the door of the mourning hall and came out. His eldest son asked him, "Daddy, Grandpa is really dead?"
　　 The host nodded, the tears on his face facing the wind, and soon dried up.
　　 "There is one less food at home." The youngest son looked very happy. When his father heard this, he caught him and beat him up on the spot.
　　 The people waiting for the funeral outside the yard, they looked at each other when they heard the movement of teaching the children inside.
　　 The hostess also came out of the mourning hall, and stopped her husband, "Open the door, let people come in."
　　 The host let go of his son, and threw him aside in disgust.
　　 Greyhound saw the male owner coming. It hurriedly stood up and barked twice. The male owner only gave him a kick. The Greyhound wailed in pain and shrank in the corner.
When the door was opened, the neighbors all came. The greyhound followed the crowd and went to the ancestral hall. This is a very narrow area with dark and low light. On the yellow mud floor, two long wooden benches stand up and one is thin with black paint. The coffin, it smelled a familiar smell from it, and barked twice.
　　There were children among the people who came in. Hearing the barking of dogs, they started crying in horror.
　　 The male owner eagerly and embarrassedly beat the Greyhound out.
　　It had a terrible pain in its back and called out two more sadly. Suddenly, a faint and transparent figure walked out of the ancestral hall, dressed like the old greyhound owner.
It barked twice, chasing the soul of the dead, and ran all the way out of the front yard, running wildly on the road in the village. It ran faster and faster, the wind could not catch up with it, and the greyhound kept staring at the soul of Grandpa , Passing through the rice paddies in autumn, passing through a heavy sparse mountain and river, lost the road in a sudden long fog.
Going forward, there are crowds squeezing close to each other in the distance. There are hundreds of types of corpses hanging beside the road. Some of the corpses are broken and dripping with black blood. Guarding, begging for directions from the souls in the line, Greyhound looked at the Mizaza's team. People, pigs, cows, insects, and birds were all suffering in the world.
　　 The demon generals who guarded the gate made a rough voice, "Hand over the way and go in one by one."
　　 Lonely spirits and wild ghosts who have no way to lie on the ground, panting heavily, and their blood is ticking. Most of these deadly ghosts are in the wild.
　　 There are a few people who are familiar with each other and greet each other, "Why are you here too?"
　　 "It's dead."
　　 "How did you die?"
　　 "Li Guo from the west came to the side again, and I was killed by my own army."
　　 "Then you have bad luck."
　　 Greyhound sees the ghost gate, there is a dog hole under the city, skillfully got into it, and this time, it entered the underworld. Naturally, the Greyhound didn't know what prefectures and no prefectures were. He just walked forward. There was a sinister landscape in front of him. There was a long line at the foot of the mountain, and there was an archway that said "Wangxiang". The haunting ghost reminded weakly beside the crowd, "Go to Wangxiangtai, beware of dangerous mountain roads, and you will not be responsible for falling into the sea of ​​fire."
　　 Greyhound heard people say, "It's rare to die. If you don't look at the situation at home, how can you relax and drink Mengpo soup?"
The soul of a monk flew straight to the top of the mountain, and there is no need to line up with the current. The soul of the big demon is the same. Greyhound continues to walk forward, passing through a field of Manshushahua with flowers and leaves, and the end is to see Where the Sanshengshi is, hundreds of categories surround the Sanshengshi. They are numb a lot, whispering about their previous lives.
A man stared at the Sanshengshi, "It turns out that I and my beloved wife are related to the third generation, but where did she go now?" He turned to look at the Greyhound, "Dog, you have a good nose, you can find my wife for me. Is she wearing Tsing Yi, she always has the scent of saponaria, you see her, give her the flowers." The man took out a dry bouquet from his arms.
Greyhounds are also psychic here, holding dried flowers in their hands to find people in Tsing Yi, in front of the line of Meng Po Tang ~ EbookFREE.me ~ There are six or seven people in Tsing Yi, most of them are women, with smoke and soap on their bodies. The smell of horns.
　　 Greyhound hesitated, and walked to the nearest Tsing Yi person. She looked at the dried flowers in the dog's mouth and took them. "The flowers are pretty." After speaking, she put the flowers in her pocket directly.
The greyhound barked twice, and the woman ignored it. It knew it was messed up, and went back to look for the man. He blinked, "Did you find my love? Ah, my heart aches. Will you help me find her? ?" Then he took out a dried flower. Greyhound gave it back and forth seven times, and the man could always take out the flowers. This was his longing, and his longing was endless.
　　 The last man in Tsing Yi was a man. He saw the flower, "Hey, this flower is so familiar. Can you take me to the person who gave you the flower?"
　　 The two men met under the Three-Life Stone and smiled at each other. There are no men and women in reincarnation. You are a man in this life, and I will be your wife. In the next life, if you are a woman, I will hire you.
The greyhound whimpered twice. After passing Po Meng’s stall, the old master slowly walked forward on the bridge. With each step, the memory of the past dissipated a bit, reflected on the Santu River, with familiar calls behind him. He turned around, saw the Greyhound, and hurriedly said: "Mo Lai, good dog, Mo Lai, you are not dead yet, Mo is with Grandpa!"
　　 The dog barked twice, circled around Grandpa’s feet, and refused to leave.
　　 Grandpa shook his head, "Let's go, we will reincarnate together. The world is miserable, and life and death is not a relief."
　　 They walked to the other side together, and the three-way river was their ordinary past.
　　 "Daddy, the dog is dead!"
　　 "Whatever it, find a place to bury it then."