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Chapter 794 Funeral (23)

maritime.

At a glance, it is either the blue sky, or the blue sweat, or the distant horizon, which is so monotonous that it makes people collapse.

Because ships are used as vehicles, it takes a long distance from Italy to Africa.

three days later.

Yang Chen and everyone in Shura Hall finally stepped on the ground with both feet.

The port has long been ready for vehicles.

A group of people drove the car and rushed to No. [-] Primary School.

From the afternoon until the afternoon of the next day, they arrived at No. [-] Primary School.

However, when he came to the school, Yang Chen felt something was wrong.

All of them are in No. [-] Primary School and are not scattered in other locations.

After getting out of the car, Yang Chen found Meng Po and asked, "Did they start?"

Meng Po glanced at Yang Chen, nodded, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

"What happened?" Yang Chen had a bad premonition in his heart.

Meng Po took a deep breath, looked at Yang Chen, and said, "Master, you can go to the Shang Qingzong to have a look, they... sacrificed three people."

Hearing this, Yang Chen couldn't help but frown.

Although Yang Chen had already prepared himself for this matter, he still couldn't help but feel a little sad when he heard the result.

No matter what kind of conflicts he had with Shang Qingzong before, but Shang Qingzong's act of sending charcoal in the snow really moved Yang Chen's heart.

In addition, these people followed him, and they were considered his soldiers.

Sacrificing any one person has an unshirkable responsibility with him.

Immediately, Yang Chen turned around, walked out of the room, and walked towards Shang Qingzong's lounge.

Walking to the door, Yang Chen felt a sad aura coming from inside.

The weather was so hot that the body could not be stored, so it had to be cremated immediately and put in an urn.

Yang Chen saw the urn placed on the altar at the door.

Not even a picture of them.

Not even a stick of incense.

Yes, it's just the silent mourning of their brothers and sisters in the sect.

Some people are crying silently.

Seeing Yang Chen, Shangyuan immediately stood up, walked up to Yang Chen, and whispered: "Mr. Yang, you are back."

Shang Yuan, who had experienced battles, finally understood what Yang Chen's words meant.

No matter how powerful the cultivation base is, if you don't know how to fight, you will die, and you will even die on people who have never practiced at all.

Are those people strong?
Shang Yuan asked himself, he was not strong at all.

He wanted to admit it, but his face was hot.

I want to deny it, but it's a bloody reality.

It was precisely because of these realities that his three juniors paid the price with their lives!
Just like what Yang Chen said, they all live in a greenhouse, unable to withstand wind and rain.

Now that he is facing death just after going through one such battle, what about a more severe battle?
Will they be wiped out?
Shang Yuan dare not imagine.

Yang Chen walked to the table, looked at the three urns on the table, and remained silent for a long time.

At this time, Zixiu, Yang Cao and Dongzi also rushed over.

They knew that these things were the last thing Yang Chen wanted to face, and what he couldn't bear to see the most was life and death.

Yang Chen stood in front of the urn for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "All gather, change clothes, and hold the funeral!"

When everyone in Shura Hall heard this, they couldn't help standing up straight, their faces became serious, and they turned around to change their clothes.

But Shang Yuan stopped him and said: "Mr. Yang, I'm afraid this is not possible. The ashes of our Shang Qingzong disciples must be brought back to the sect. Only when they are buried in the sect can they be regarded as fallen leaves returning to their roots!"

"I understand!" Yang Chen said in a deep voice, "You don't need to be buried here, but the ceremony must be carried out!"

Zixiu hurriedly said: "This is a ceremony in our Asura Hall. Since they sacrificed for our Asura Hall, they are also people from our Asura Hall, there must be a proper ceremony!"

Shangyuan nodded after hearing this, and didn't stop it.

Seeing Po Meng handing Yang Chen a suit, Ye Xin couldn't help but walk over, looked at the clothes in Yang Chen's hands, and touched the material, and knew that this was a purely handmade Italian suit, absolutely high-end.

But she didn't understand, why should she wear such an expensive suit now?
"What is this for?" Ye Xin asked puzzled.

Yang Chen glanced at her, and said in a deep voice: "Hold the funeral for those sacrificed brothers, do you have black clothes?"

Ye Xin nodded, she was wearing a long black dress when she came.

"Then change it, and go with me later." Yang Chen looked at Ye Xin gently and said.

Ye Xin nodded obediently.

After half an hour.

Everyone in Shura Hall was dressed in black suits.

Everyone in the Shang Qingzong wore long robes.

Ye Xin and Meng Po were wearing long black dresses.

A group of people walked towards Mount Kilimanjaro mightily.

The mountain is very high, and it gets colder the higher you go.

On the edge of the cliff on the mountainside, there is a cemetery.

This was specially developed by Shura Hall.

To bury their fallen brothers.

From this point of view, the densely packed tombs on the edge of the cliff look quite shocking.

Ye Xin was also surprised, she didn't expect that so many people had been sacrificed in Shura Palace.

"Open the tomb!" Yang Chen said in a deep voice.

Zixiu handed over an iron pickaxe.

Yang Chen walked to a planned position, smashed down with a pickaxe, and lifted a rock.

Then, he came to another position and made a stone with the same action.

A total of three positions were selected and three stones were opened.

Then Yang Chen handed the pickaxe to Shang Yuan, and said in a deep voice, "Let's open the way for our brother!"

Seeing Yang Chen's serious expression, Shang Yuan couldn't help being stunned.

He took the iron pick slowly, feeling that the iron pick was extraordinarily heavy, as if it bore the weight of life.

Shang Yuan understands that on this iron pickaxe, there is respect for the dead and good wishes for the dead.

Shangyuan held the pickaxe, took a deep breath, came to the planned cemetery, and said in a deep voice: "Brother, brother will send you the last journey!"

After finishing speaking, Shangyuan smashed down with a pickaxe and lifted a stone.

After finishing the three cemeteries one by one, he handed the pickaxe to the next brother of Shang Qingzong.

One by one, open the way for the three people who died. '

Soon, the outline of the cemetery has been opened.

Finally, after Zixiu Yangcao and the others had done it, Yang Chen handed the manuscript to Granny Meng.

Po Meng nodded and stepped forward to do the same.

Finally, Po Meng came to Ye Xin and handed the pickaxe to Ye Xin.

Ye Xin looked at Yang Chen hesitantly.

Yang Chen said in a deep voice: "Go, after all, you have led them to fight, and you are also the saint of the Qing Dynasty. They chose to sleep here, so they should be eligible to receive your blessing."

Ye Xin nodded when she heard the words, walked over with the pickaxe, and said in a deep voice: "Although I have not been in the Shang Qingzong for a long time, I am still the saint of the Shang Qingzong. Then, as a saint, I will tell you You, you are the pride of the Qing Sect, and the Hall of Shura will always remember your kindness. You are all heroes, and you saved not only the children, but also the hope of the future, go well!"

Ding!
(End of this chapter)