Chapter 17 Worship

In the east mountain of Hezhai Village, the emerald pine trees are densely arranged like clusters of souls. From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, with the ups and downs of the mountain, it looks like a neat team waiting for the review before the expedition according to the ancient formation. As soon as the mountain wind came, a sad roar crossed the cracks between the trees, which was gloomy and horrible. Overturning a mountain beam, it was a valley that was not very deep. When the flood came, the soil and pebbles on both sides were washed down the slope and scattered at the bottom of the ditch. The flood was mixed with these gifts on the east mountain, shaking its head and tail to the small river on the south side of Hezhai Village. But soon as summer passes, the flood will calm down with the distant escape of the rainstorm, become a clear stream gurgling, and then the water will fall out. The soil ran out, and the remaining bare stones like stranded broken boats were placed alone at the bottom of the ditch, helplessly waiting for the next flood.

He Xiaozhuo walked into the valley all the way, carrying his schoolbag, and quietly came here alone at noon in the sun. The reason why I chose to come here at noon is that people are having lunch at this time, and no one will come up the mountain, so that no one will find his whereabouts. But because of this, the valley is also particularly quiet, and even the monotonous worms seem to be taking a lunch break or eating at this moment. In the big pine forest, there are trees that can't be seen at a glance, one after another, stretching to the unknown distance, like a small black dot squirming in the endless atmosphere. Occasionally, there will be a cool breeze blowing, which is not big enough to pull the thin needle-like branches and leaves of pine trees, so the organ rings. The sound is from far to near, or from near to far, and occasionally there is the sound of dry branches and leaves falling from the pine tower, adding a chilling heartbeat in a quiet atmosphere. Although He Xiaozhuo's knowledge of cultivation and ghosts and gods from the old man is enough to recognize these situations, at this moment, a person walking in the depths of such a deep forest can't help but beat faster, and a small heart really beats in his throat. But he didn't want to stop. He had to rush to the grave to worship his teacher Zhang. Although Mr. Zhang's death was not his own, He Xiaozhuo always felt guilty and even thought that if it hadn't been for his own reasons, Mr. Zhang would not have died. Although Mr. Zhang treated himself so much, he should not have suffered such a tragic ending. Therefore, if it hadn't been for the fact that I couldn't let go of my annoy for Mr. Zhang when practicing, I wouldn't have shocked Chang Xiaoqing, and Mr. Zhang wouldn't have died, and even hooked up with her whole family. Thinking about it this way, aren't you the culprit who harmed Mr. Zhang? The more He Xiaozhuo thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He felt guilty, regretful and angry. He felt guilty that he was sorry for Mr. Zhang and her family. Why did he regret that he was so angry and shocked Chang Xiaoqing? Why is Chang Xiaoqing so vicious? ( He Xiaozhuo is incomprehensible at this time. Although Chang Xiaoqing has been practicing for a hundred years, after all, it is different from human beings. The more he thinks so, the more difficult it is to stabilize. But if you die and can't come back to life, it's really difficult to be stable if you can't do something for Mr. Zhang. After thinking about it, only when I go to worship Mr. Zhang and ask for the forgiveness of her soul can I feel better?

So he emptied his schoolbag and turned out the yellow money paper, incense, three apples and a bottle of liquor, which were left over from his family tree worship during the Spring Festival. He Xiaozhuo saw his father worshipping the genealogy, so he knew these things. He Xiaozhuo carefully put them into his schoolbag and went on his way.

A new grave is located on the slope of the valley, with two wreaths lying on it. Although the paper has faded, it is still dazzling in the silent valley. It is easy to judge that this is the grave of Mr. Zhang's family. He Xiaozhuo remembers that no one else has died in Hezhai Village except Mr. Zhang's family recently, so he doesn't have to worry about going to the wrong grave. What's more, He Xiaozhuo also came to the funeral of Mr. Zhang's family.

First spread an old newspaper on the ground, then put three apples on it, light three incense sticks, insert it in the soil, and then open the bottle of unfinished liquor. Without a glass, it is slowly sprinkled on the ground. Finally, a few stones were used to form a stone nest, put the yellow money paper in it, lit it, and pulled it with a small stick. The yellow money paper slowly burned. Looking at the beating flame, He Xiaozhuo's eyes slowly blurred, and Mr. Zhang's family died really miserably.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." He Xiaozhuo's voice was groaning, as if he had made a big mistake in school. "Mr. Zhang, I'm He Xiaozhuo. Do you remember me? ...It was my fault that I let your family get into such a big disaster. If it hadn't been for me, Chang Xian would not have revenge on you, and you would have..." A cool breeze approached, and the burning yellow money paper began to rise fiercely. He Xiaozhuo didn't notice it.

"Mr. Zhang, if you are spiritual, please forgive me. It's all my fault..."

Wow----A two-high whirlwind on the flat ground suddenly rotated and circled He Xiaozhuo carefully. Before He Xiaozhuo could react, the whirlwind had wrapped He Xiaozhuo tightly, as impermeable as a roll of cotton cloth, getting tighter and faster and faster. He Xiaozhuo only felt that he was tightly entangled and transparent. However, when he was angry, the three ferocious faces rotated at a high speed like a horse lantern, tightly entangling the layer of cloth and strangling it straight into his body. At the same time, he also vaguely saw the three ferocious faces: Mr. Zhang's family.

Ah...ah...He Xiaozhuo is getting more and more suffocating...

With a crack, the whirlwind was cut away from the top to the bottom, and He Xiaozhuo rolled out. Looking at it, I couldn't help but be even more surprised:

A nearly ten-meter-long python stands tall, with its eyes like a lamp, opening its teeth and spitting letters, and rushing straight to the whirlwind. Just now, it turned out that she tore open the whirlwind that wrapped her with her teeth.

With a sad scream, the three green wind balls dispersed, but the python stared straight at a green wind ball in the middle and rushed over. Seeing that the posture had to swallow the wind ball in one bite, the wind ball hurriedly dodged, but it was still a little slower. The sharp teeth of the python collided with the wind ball, clicked, a fire Light, the wind ball was torn off, and a scream was plunged into the grave. At the same time, the other two wind balls have rushed from the back and sides of the python and hit the thick scales of the python heavily. Two streams of black smoke rose, and the python was furious. One was swinging its tail and pumping a wind ball, sweeping the wind ball out two feet away. Looking back, a thick phlegm-like venom shot out of the snake letter and hitting the other On a wind ball, there was another sad scream, and the wind ball rolled into the grave. The python was still angry and raised its eight-long snake tail, like a huge pillar coming down from the sky, straight to the grave...

" Stop!" He Xiaozhuo shouted loudly. She has recognized that the giant python is Chang Xiaoqing.

Juzhu stopped in the air, and Chang Xiaoqing turned around and looked at He Xiaozhuo in consterred. Did you tell me to stop?"

"What else do you want to do if you can't kill people?"

"I'm going to dig her grave and make it disappear!"

"You have ruined her family. Don't you think it's enough?"

"But they just wanted to hurt you?"

...He Xiaozhuo was silent. Don't worry about it!" For a long time, He Xiaozhuo said angrily. After saying that, he turned around and left angrily.

"Xiao Zhuo!" Chang Xiaoqing was eager to chase, and suddenly remembered something. He turned around and shouted at the grave:

"Listen: It's me who killed you, which has nothing to do with Xiaozhuo. Who dares to bully Xiaozhuo again, I will annihilate his soul!" After saying that, he chased after He Xiaozhuo.