Huang Quan's companion

Yin Er gave a month's time to accommodate.

He Tang immediately lost interest in dual cultivation, and was taken back by Yang Jinshu angrily to find Shi Tianning and Wan Niang.

"We plan to go to Qinglian Temple to stay for a while, to see how Ruyi and Lao Fang are recovering, otherwise we will not be relieved." Wan Niang said to them, "Daoist Yuncang said that he will leave for Qinglian Temple tomorrow. Xiao Wu is also following them, do you want to come together?"

Yang Jinshu nodded and said: "That's fine, Qinglian Temple has helped us a lot, and... since Daoist Min left, all the big and small things in the temple fell on Daoist Yuncang. It would be better if we could help .”

Shi Tianning added from the side: "Other disciples don't know about Daoist Min. Tianfeng pestered us several times to ask, but we hid him, but we are going to Qinglian Temple, so we can't hide all the time. Think of a way , how to answer him?"

"Let him ask Taoist Master Yun Cang." He Tang said, resting his chin, "No matter what we say, he will probably make a fuss. Yun Cang can restrain him, and let Yun Cang worry about it."

Shi Tianning nodded: "That statement makes sense."

He is most annoying to coax children, especially those who love to be noisy. Yun Cang looks very stable, so he must be able to calm down.

After making up their minds, they left the team of Qinglianguan.Other monastic sects lived in the inn, and their frequent visits gave Qinglian temple a bad reputation. The four ghosts went first at night, waiting for the disciples of Qinglian temple to follow.

Three days later, the two groups of people met on the road, and He Tang deliberately looked for Tianfeng, but he couldn't find him.Other disciples said that Tianfeng asked Brother Yuncang yesterday for questioning. He cried all day long, refused to drink medicine, refused to practice martial arts, his eyes were red and swollen, and Yuncang was annoyed, so he knocked him unconscious Throw it in the carriage, accompanied by a few disciples, and slowly return to the mountain, while they return to the mountain with their swords.

Yu Jian's footsteps were fast, Yang Jinshu and his party were ghosts, and Qinglian Temple's disciples were protecting them all the way, so he arrived at the place with them soon.

When I came to Qinglian Temple again, I thought of the decades of wind and rain in this small sect. Although the scenery in front of me is the same as in the past, I still feel a lot of emotion when I think of the sad place.This school has not been established for a long time, but the ups and downs in it are embarrassing.They paid attention to the peace and tranquility in the temple, and felt that Qinglian Temple had turned the world around with the efforts of Min Yuejun and his disciples, which was admirable and admirable.

The Ten Thousand Bone Cave is still covered with green shade, and the wind passes through the wooden monuments, making a strange light sound, which makes people feel peaceful.

Shi Tianning heard them talking about the Wolong Stone, so he wanted to go to the dungeon to have a look, but after entering, he found that the Wolong Stone, which was hanging in the air and emitting a strange red light, had lost its luster. No, even if they get close, they will never see the feeling of soul comfort at the beginning.

"Things are different." Shi Tianning said with emotion, "Why does it always feel like everything has changed in a short time?"

After careful calculation, they have known each other for nearly three years since He Tang's death.For the ghosts, the past three years have passed quickly, especially in the past year, too many things have happened, and they have bothered their minds and minds. After several changes, they are also very different from when they first met.

"I kind of miss the time when He Xiaotang first came here." Shi Tianning pinched Hetang's face, "At that time, everyone was there, happy without worry."

When he said this, everyone fell silent.

At that time, the magic stick was just an incomprehensible charlatan, teasing them all day long, Lao Liu was also meek, friendly and friendly with them, He Tang was still stupid, always being teased by Yang Jinshu, Shi Tianning made a fool of himself. Day and Wan Niang were playing tricks, and the mass grave gang always went to Yang Jinshu's house to play cards, and it was very lively.

At that time, everyone was fine, how nice.

"Oh, what are you talking about? Let's go play cards!" Wan Niang rolled up her sleeves, "I brought mahjong out from Jinshu's house, let's play together?"

"..." He Tang gave a thumbs up, "Miss Wan, you are so smart."

Wan Niang lifted the corners of her eyes and said triumphantly, "That's natural."

Said to play mahjong, but actually did not go.

They went to see Lao Fang together. After the diagnosis and treatment by the disciples of Qinglian Temple, although Lao Fang was still awake, his pulse gradually calmed down and his breathing became normal.Ruyi guarded her husband every step of the way, and took care of everything by herself. If it wasn't for the persuasion of Qinglian Guan's disciples, she might not even sleep.

Wan Niang stayed with her for a few days, and saw that her once submissive and crying little maid now had frost on her temples, and wrinkles appeared on her forehead and around her eyes, but she no longer cried and took care of her seriously ill husband with incomparable tenacity.

"My Ruyi has grown up." Wan Niang stroked her temples and said with a smile, "I am no longer a crying little girl."

"What did Madam say?" Ruyi combed her hair in embarrassment, lowered her eyes and said shyly, "I'm old, why do I have the nerve to cry?"

"You are beautiful even when you are old." Wan Niang praised her, "Old Fang has good eyesight."

Ruyi pursed her lips and smiled, looked at Lao Fang on the bed with a gentle expression: "He is an honest man, others always bully him and ask him to help with things, but he doesn't know how to refuse. I think he is always wronged outside, I just wanted to be nice to him."

Wan Niang squeezed her palm: "He deserves it."

Ruyi nodded and said softly, "I know."

She and Lao Fang have been in the same boat for more than [-] years, and they have supported each other until now. It is difficult for them to be separated by anything.

A few days later, Lao Fang woke up, and the first thing he saw when he woke up was Ruyi who was wiping his face beside the bed. He hadn't spoken for a long time, but stared at her blankly, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and Ruyi jumped up in fright. : "Old Fang, why are you feeling uncomfortable? I...I'll call someone!"

She called everyone over in a panic, and Yang Jinshu took Lao Fang's pulse and comforted her: "Madam, don't worry, brother Fang is fine, but his body is weak and he will recover after a few months of training."

Ruyi breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the bed and patted Lao Fang through the quilt, complaining: "You scared me to death, why are you crying!"

Lao Fang was still weak and unable to move, so he stretched out a hand tremblingly to hold her fingers, and said in a hoarse voice, "You...you've lost weight..."

Ruyi was dazed, with tears in her eyes, her throat choked, and she said with a smirk, "You damn ghost, you know I've lost weight! Then get well soon, and you will take care of me instead."

Lao Fang nodded vigorously, but he lost his breath and coughed violently. He kept saying, "I...well...cough cough cough..."

Ruyi helped him calm down, panicked and anxious: "Stop talking! The injury is not healed yet..."

He Tang came over with a glass of water: "Madam Ruyi, give Brother Fang some water."

Ruyi quickly thanked her, and carefully fed the cup to her husband.Afraid that Lao Fang would choke again, she only dared to lean a little each time to let him get a little water.

When Lao Fang stopped coughing, the doctor of Qinglian Temple discussed with Yang Jinshu two prescriptions, one for Lao Fang to regulate his body, and the other for Ruyi to replenish Qi and nourish his body.

Everything is improving, but Qinglian Temple is busy.

The disciples seemed to sense that Min Yuejun's disappearance was an ominous omen. Seeing Yun Cang, who was frowning and busy everywhere, and Tian Feng, who was angry with Yun Cang after returning to the mountain, they faintly sensed something, but no one dared to ask or say anything. , and honestly listened to Yun Cang's arrangement.

He Tang was still thinking about the January appointment, and seeing that most of the days had passed, they spent too much leisurely time in Qinglian Guan, and they were panicking, so they clamored to play mahjong.

Wan Niang pulled Ruyi together, and the old man who was just able to walk on the ground leaned on a chair to watch his wife play cards with them.

Yang Jinshu didn't like to play with this, so he also sat on the sidelines and looked at He Tang. When he was free, he served Lao Fang tea and water, and recorded the ancient books, secret books, and Taoism he had read according to his own memory, and prepared to give it to Qinglian view.He has been taught by a magic stick for many years, and he has read many books from the underworld. Apart from some spells that should not be seen by mortals, the gift he gave is very precious.

In the blink of an eye, when the deadline came, He Tang's irritability increased day by day, Shi Tianning was disturbed by the irritable temper of this poor boy, and had a headache, only after questioning did he learn that they had met something wrong.

"Are you really going to the underworld?"

"Looking at Yincha's attitude, I'm afraid we won't be able to go if we don't go." He Tang frowned, holding his chin, "I don't know if I want to go to the eighteenth level of hell to be tortured?"

"What kind of hell are you two going to?" Shi Tianning poked his forehead, "You two can't even be counted as small evils, it's not unreasonable for you to send ghosts to hell to be tortured?"

Wan Niang echoed: "I think so too. You two have probably been to the underworld once, and it is impossible to justify returning to the human world. It is more likely that you will be called back to reincarnate."

He Tang had only seen Yama, the wheel-running king, but had never seen the other nine. He didn't know what it was, but he couldn't sit still because he was afraid that Yama would make things difficult for him.

Yang Jinshu was as stable as Mount Tai, writing a book quietly. He Tang saw that he was serious, so he tried his best not to make trouble with him.

I endured it like this for a few days, when it was warm and cold, someone went to the gate of the mountain and brought a box.

At that time, He Tang was standing on the top of the mountain, distracted, and when he saw the box, he had an inexplicable sense of foreboding, so he quickly greeted a few friends who were still gossiping and rushed to the main hall, just in time for Yun Cang to open the box, and Fu Xuejian quietly Lying on the ground in the box, a long white cloth is tied to the sword.

Yun Cang's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he knelt down on the spot holding the box.

The onlookers were still at a loss, but He Tang and the others all understood what was happening, and couldn't bear to look away.

Tianfeng heard the movement in the main hall, and ran over in a hurry. He spoke to Yun Cang for the first time in a long time, but he was shocked and angry: "Brother, they said that someone sent the Fuxue Sword, it's true... ..."

He saw the Snow Fuxue Sword in Yun Cang's hand at a glance, and the second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat.

"Impossible..." He murmured, his knees were weak, and he knelt down, tears welling up, "Impossible! The leader...how could he..."

After all, Yun Cang was stronger than him, he only knelt on the ground for a while, then closed the box and stood up, calmly said to the crowd: "The master has passed away, please inform the disciples in the temple to see the master off."

Tianfeng cried loudly: "Brother! You are lying!"

The other disciples looked at Yun Cang's face and remembered that Min Yuejun never let Fuxue sword leave his body, so they understood.The stronger ones endured the pain and knelt down silently. A few disciples who couldn't bear to watch turned their faces away and ran out to inform others. The disciples who couldn't believe the facts like Tianfeng burst into tears and made a noise.

Yun Cang didn't blame them, but patiently explained Min Yuejun's arrangements before his death.

The disciples actually knew what kind of person he was, and they didn't doubt his words, but the fact that Min Yuejun died in his prime was too shocking, and they refused to accept this fact in their hearts.

He Tang couldn't see so many people crying, so he dragged Yang Jinshu to hide.

Wan Niang asked Shi Tianning who was beside her in a low voice: "Min Daochang has passed away, so... where is the magic stick?"

Shi Tianning shook his head, supported her by the shoulders, and sighed: "Since you don't want to come, you probably won't show up again."

The magic stick just disappeared without a trace, no one knows whether he entered the reincarnation with Min Yuejun, or just wandered around the world, or went to the unknown to repay the debt he owed to Min Yuejun in the last month.

Yun Cang and his disciples set up a tomb for Mr. Min Yue, and buried him at the front of the Wangu Cave.The disciples of Qinglian Temple were all dressed in plain clothes, and they were silent all the way, only knelt down when erecting the stele, and raised their hands to set up an indestructible formation for the Ten Thousand Bone Cave.

The sky was blue that day, the snow melted and the sun was warm. It was fine weather, and it seemed that it didn't want to make people sad.

He Tang and the others watched from a distance under Yang Jinshu's Shura umbrella for a while and then couldn't bear to look any further. Ruyi and Fang respectfully knelt behind the disciples of Qinglian Temple and sent Min Yuejun off.

"Jin Shu, tell me, where did Master Min's body go?" He Tang couldn't help being curious, "Is it buried somewhere else by a magic stick, or... cremated? Or, the body is not even left?"

Yang Jinshu rubbed his head and said, "Don't think too much."

"Then... where did the magic stick go?"

Yang Jinshu's hand on top of his head paused, and said, "I don't know either."

He Tang was startled, and suddenly said: "Jin Shu, shall we go to the underworld?"

There were still a few days left before the January appointment, but Yang Jinshu nodded and smiled after a moment of stupefaction: "Okay."