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Chapter 381, Worship

The atmosphere in the main hall was not good. Many Xiaodou people sitting there wanted to stand up and say a few words to ease the atmosphere several times, but they seemed to be pressed down on the chair by ruthless force, unable to move an inch.

The Dadong family fell into silence again, and Yang Zhao organized the words in his heart.

"We Chixian Shenzhou people have had four great joys in life since ancient times, and one of them is meeting an old friend in a foreign land. I really respect the senior you mentioned, and I think that senior will also like me, the junior who came to worship."

This statement is a bit vague, even a bit far-fetched.

But Yang Zhao is trying to express his kindness.

This opportunity is rare in a thousand years, and she really doesn't want to miss it.

"Of course, I'm also a little selfish. Our Chixian Shenzhou's orthodoxy is not good. My road is foggy and foggy, and I can't find the direction."

Yang Zhao looked directly at the big boss, trying to make his eyes appear sincere.

"For you, senior, worship may be a bit redundant, but for me, the fact that Senior Wu existed is a good guiding light on the road. This worship will make me more determined. Take the next step."

"That's why I gave up such generous conditions proposed by my predecessors and chose to worship Senior Wu."

The little turtle on the table tentatively stretched out its head to observe the surrounding situation.

Then stretch out the limbs, swipe and pull around to find a support point to turn over.

The boss didn't know if he was amused by the little turtle's cute movements, so he burst out laughing.

"Okay, as long as you want to go, I will take you there."

After he finished speaking, he stood up straight away, and with a wave of his sleeves, Yang Zhao felt his eyes darken.

Her heart skipped a beat, and fear came directly to her.

But it didn't wait for her to be afraid for too long, and after a while her mind became muddled, without knowing time or space.

When she regained her senses again, she had already arrived in the middle of a mountain, and even if she didn't open her eyes, she knew that the shopkeeper was next to her.

Yang Zhao, the frightened wild deer, jumped a few steps to the side, widening the distance between the two sides.

Afterwards, her heart began to beat quickly with belated awareness, with the momentum of not stopping to jump out of her chest.

Regardless of the common sense that Yang Zhao lost consciousness during this period, her life did fall into the hands of the big shopkeeper.

Whether it is life or death depends on someone's thought, why don't you let Yang Zhao be afraid?
These few actions of Yang Zhao were a bit abrupt, but the shopkeeper was well-informed, so he was not surprised by her behavior.

He pointed with both hands, a big rock in front of him.

"Hey, the one in front is Senior Wu whom you miss so much. If you want to worship, hurry up and don't delay me going back to eat."

Yang Zhao stared blankly for a long while, and saw nothing but a tree and a big rock measuring more than three meters square, and he didn't see the tomb at all.

She was stunned for a while before she suddenly realized that this was a different world, and the tomb might not be the same thing as she thought.

She focused her gaze on the big rock again.

The whole stone is reddish brown, and the lower half is buried in the soil, while the upper half is somewhat weathered by the wind.

This is not a relatively primitive sarcophagus, is it?
Yang Zhao went forward to check and found no gaps, so it didn't look like someone was buried inside.

"Senior, do you think Senior Wu is inside this stone, or under the... stone?"

The bones of this senior Wu will not be crushed by this big rock, will they?

"Why do you care so much? Anyway, it's in that land, so hurry up and worship, and we'll leave after the worship."

The big shopkeeper played with the head of the little turtle in his hand with great interest, and the angry little turtle opened his mouth and bit her.

Yangzhou didn't get an answer here, so he could only bite the bullet and take out a worn-out clothes from the Qiankun bag as a broom to clean up the dust on the big rocks.

Then start weeding around the big rock.

Here, the big shopkeeper was not angry after being bitten by the little turtle, but he was a little puzzled when he saw Yang Zhao's series of cleaning actions.

"You came to this kind of land? The grass on both sides of the stone is not spiritual grass, and it's useless if you pull it out."

Yang Zhao raised his head and smiled mischievously.

"Senior doesn't know something. Our custom is to clean up the other party when we worship."

If this was a serious grave, Yang Zhao would take two handfuls of soil to renovate the grave.

But obviously, this big rock can't use this kind of effort.

She moved very quickly, and within a short while, Yang Zhao cleared away all the weeds that were half a meter square near the boulder.

Then Yang Zhao observed the position of the sun and the surrounding environment, found the direction of the south in his mind, and drew a circle.

She took out three incense sticks from the Qiankun bag, lit them, and inserted them into the circle.

Then he fumbled in the Qiankun bag again, found out the snacks he put in it, divided them into three parts and put them in the circle.

This is also in a hurry, otherwise, according to the customs of Yang Zhao's hometown, she would have to take a few pieces of yellow paper and put it on the top of the grave, pressing it with a stone.

Now that there are no such things, we can only do it briefly.

Yang Zhao stood up and patted the dust off his body, used a cleansing technique, brought a big water ball to wash his face and hands, and smoothed the bun on his head.

Then he stood obediently in front of the sacrifice, made a round bow, and spoke Chinese.

"Junior Yang Zhao, who came from Chixian Shenzhou, an outer disciple of Yunyang Temple, heard that Senior Wu lived here, so he came here to pay homage."

"The younger generation came here a year ago and only found out that there is a saying of opening the pulse and starting the spirit, and it was only last year that I learned that there is a real thing about cultivation, and it is not a ghost story in a wild history storybook."

She dug out the white wine prepared for Zhang Shibin from the Qiankun bag, opened the lid, and poured it around the boulder, telling the current situation while pouring it.

"We don't have an emperor now, and the country has been peaceful for decades, and there are no stories of people starving to death."

She doesn't care what the logic of thinking is, what she thinks and what she says.

"Cultivation, longevity, gods, ghosts, and ghosts are all things that appear in novels now."

Yang Zhao didn't know what to do, he didn't have enough white wine, so he took out another bottle to refill.

"It's purely a coincidence that I was able to come here, but this awareness has also brought a great impact to our hometown. What I have to do now is to try to make this impact as gentle as possible..."

After the two bottles of white wine went down, there was already a strong aroma of wine around.

Yang Zhao himself was still babbling here, when suddenly a gentle voice came from behind.

"It smells so good, what kind of wine is this? I haven't seen it before."

Yang Zhao felt that his scalp was exploding. If he didn't pay attention, the wine bottle in his hand shattered, and the shards of glass fell to the ground.

why?Because although the voice is a bit high-pitched, the turn of the voice is very strange, and the words are a bit hard, and it sounds a bit laborious.

But there is no doubt that this is Chinese!

Yang Zhao turned around abruptly, and saw the smiling boss behind him.

Only this big boss who is playing with turtles.

"Look at me for what?"

Yang Zhao asked cautiously: "Senior, did you hear someone talking just now? It seems to be a woman?"

The answer was very straightforward.

"No, apart from you and me, how can there be anyone alive here?"

!!!

Could it be possible to see a ghost?
Although she has already cultivated, she has been afraid of ghosts for more than 20 years, and it is not easy to get rid of this idea in one year.

Yang Zhao shook his lips and changed his words.

"Then did you hear something talking?"

Before the boss could speak, a girl suddenly came from beside him.

"Oh, Xing Yuan, you can be her ancestor at your age, why scare a little girl when you have nothing to do!"

The big boss said nonchalantly: "I didn't scare you. There are only two people here. She is a living person, and the stone is a dead person. You and I are not human. Which sentence is wrong?"

"Unreasonable and cunning three points!"

Yang Zhao hesitated for a while, fixed his eyes on the little turtle in the hands of the boss, switched to Chinese, and saluted.

"Senior, are you also from Chixian Shenzhou?"

Xiaogui looked at Yang Zhao with eyes the size of a grain of rice, and opened his mouth to speak Chinese with a strange tone.

"Yes, I am Wu Bozong."

This voice is still a female voice, which does not match the name Wu Bozong.

Yang Zhao's mouth turned up unconsciously, and he couldn't pull it back. The joy in his heart was churning up and down in his chest, as if it was about to burst out.

She pointed at the little turtle again.

"Junior Yang Zhao, I met Senior Wu, and I really made Senior laugh just now."

After all, the incense sticks were still burning, and the tributes were still on display. No matter how you looked at it, it was a bit offensive to this little turtle.

The little turtle waved his immature little paws.

"You don't need to be too polite. Although I don't remember anything, I'm quite happy that someone came to worship me. Although your voice is a bit strange, you and I are indeed friends from other places."

What is it that you don't remember anything?Yang Zhao's heart suddenly sank.

"Do you still have the wine you just poured? Can you give me a few bottles?"

Listening, Yang Zhao hurriedly took out the remaining dozens of bottles of wine from his bosom, and used his spiritual power to control him to float in the air.

There are white bottles, blue bottles, and brown bottles of this wine.

Liquor, red wine, sparkling wine, rice wine, beer, glutinous rice wine, as long as they are available in the market, Guofu Minqiang will buy a few bottles of good quality.

There are dozens of bottles in total.

In the matter of opening the vein leaf, Zhang Shibin played a huge role.

Even if Yang Zhao exchanged it with miasma wood, Guofeng Minqiang was grateful.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Qiankun bag that Yang Zhao himself used didn't have much space, Guo Fu Min Qiang would still want to buy a few hundred more bottles.

To use the saying that the country is rich and the people are strong.

"The relationship between people is that the more you walk, the closer you get. Since you know what he likes, just do what he likes."

"As for this person, there is a three-point love when you meet him, not to mention that you will make him happy once you see him."

"We don't need to ask for anything in the future, but just meeting has some benefits."

The specific benefits, the country is rich and the people are strong, and Yang Zhao understands it in his heart without explaining it in detail.

Needless to say, they went late to the army station near Heizhu Island, which was very rude, but it was for the Zhang family's face that the elder did not make it difficult for Yang Zhao.

If it is really someone who has no relatives and no one to rely on, this faux pas cannot be wiped away by that special dagger.

For a low-level mortal, even if he only has a face-saving relationship with a big family, it is enough to make people polite.

When Xiaogui saw so much wine, his eyes went straight.

"Can all these drinks be given to me?"

Yang Zhao nodded quickly, and sent the wine bottles forward with spiritual power.

"It's just a few bottles of wine, not worth much. Senior Wu likes it, and it's a great honor for these drinks."

"Hey, this little mouth is quite sweet. When facing me, why does this mouth look like it has eaten wood."

The boss, that is, Xing Yuan, stood aside and teased coolly.

Yang Zhao, who was smelling of alcohol, seemed to have hit a cold current, and his boiling brain was half cooled.

"Senior Xing, you are joking. This junior does not mean to disrespect you. The reason why I seem a little clumsy in front of you is that you are a senior with advanced cultivation. I am a young monk in the foundation building period. Just nervous."

Seeing this, the little turtle stretched out its small paw and patted Xing Yuan's finger.

"There's so much wine, how about I share half of it with you?"

"No, I want [-]%, and I want [-]% of each wine."

(End of this chapter)