Mozun's coffin can't be held down anymore

Chapter 154

The blood stains had long since dried up.

Mixed with the mud and sand, a piece of dark brown stretched from the doorway of the half of the collapsed hut to the base of the trembling still standing half of the courtyard wall.

Through the collapsed courtyard wall, other parts of the village can be seen.

Looking around, all around is the same scene as this small courtyard.

These originally well-built small courtyards near the sea are now only left in ruins.

Looking at the wharf outside the village, there was still a neat row of fishing boats parked there. Changhui couldn't help sighing softly, and said: "This village was born by the sea, and there are many spiritual plants growing on the back slope. It was originally located in Beizhou. Life in the area should be pretty good, but it's a pity..."

Good luck tricks people.

This place is really too close to the Demon Palace, unfortunately it became the first batch of "nutrients" for them to cultivate the soul-eating insects.

"Senior Sister, see if that belongs to Chang Qiong." The black mist flashed across the courtyard, and Chang Yi took out two small pottery bowls from under the ruins, one of which had a crescent-shaped trace on its side.

Chang Hui took the bowl, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if seeing a long memory through it.

The two small bowls may look ordinary, but they are actually made of the colorful clay used in refining the alchemy furnace. They are regarded as magic weapons, and they are difficult to burn even with the hottest flames.

"That's right, it's Chang Qiong's stuff." Chang Hui recognized this small bowl, and she personally brought Chang Qiong to make this bowl.

I remember that the master was in the sea of ​​no phase at that time, and as a senior sister, she took on the responsibility of taking care of the younger brothers and sisters.

Chang Qiong was still young when she first joined the sect, and she accidentally broke several small porcelain bowls that were provided to inner disciples in the canteen of the sect.

It was an innocuous matter, but a few talkative people muttered something behind their backs, saying that the new disciple of Patriarch Daoyuan was unruly, which happened to be heard by Chang Qiong.

Changhui still remembers that day when Changqiong's eyes were slightly red, and her fingertips turned slightly white due to the tightness of her hand holding the small porcelain bowl. At first, she was stubborn and refused to tell the reason. Only then did he whisper the truth.

This pair of small bowls was made at that time when she brought Chang Qiong to a senior who was good at refining weapons.

One of them was pinched by her, and the other was pinched by Chang Qiong, and then they were fired and refined by the brothers together, and it became what it is today.

The one in her hand now has many small crescent marks on the side, which was pinched by her at that time.

These crescent marks are nothing but fingernails.

Chang Hui still remembers that at that time, she asked Chang Qiong how to distinguish between the two small bowls. Chang Qiong thought hard, and finally had an idea, and stretched out her hand to pinch many fingernail marks on her small bowl.

What did Chang Qiong say at that time?

It seems to be, "I left a mark on my sister's small bowl, so that I can identify it, and I will use this small bowl with only the mark in the future!"

Thinking about the past, Chang Hui couldn't help but add a bit of sadness to his face.

Ping An buckle, small pottery bowl.

These are Chang-joon's things.

Chang Qiong is a nostalgic person, even if these things are no longer useful to her, she is used to carrying them with her.

Things that are useless to others are extremely precious to her.She will never throw these things away at will.

Then why did she leave things at the girl's house?
Where is she now?
There is no answer to the question, but what is certain is that Chang Qiong must have been to this small village.

"Why don't you open the ruins and see if there are more clues here?" Yu Xi suggested.

"Leave it to your subordinates." Elder Mai asked for orders.

Digging the soil, they are good at the Holy Land Religion!

I saw him pinch the formula, and after a while, the ground under his feet seemed to come alive, a "earth dragon turned over", and turned out all the things that were pressed under the broken stone and broken wall.

The first thing that came into view was the two bones of the dead.

The frame is slender and well-proportioned, and his stature does not look like a man, nor does he look like a child.

Chang Hui and Chang Yi stopped breathing at the same time, and they almost didn't dare to think about it.

Yu Xi stepped forward, raised her hand to gently cover the bone, then withdrew her hand for a moment, then turned her head and said, "The bone looks like a woman's, but the remaining spiritual power in the bone is very weak, even if the bone has been buried for several months and left unattended, The spiritual power has dissipated a little, and the cultivation level in his lifetime may not exceed that of Foundation Establishment.

And Chang Qiong is a high-level monk whose strength is no less than that of Chang Hui.

Her bones have already been polished to be tough and tenacious by several thunderstorms, and it is absolutely impossible for them to be as fragile as the two white bones in front of her. However, after being hit by gravel and rubble a few times, there are many fine marks left on them.

It is said that caring makes chaos.

After listening to Yu Xi's words and looking at the two bones, Chang Hui and Chang Yi also realized how outrageous their previous thoughts were.

This bone could never be Chang Qiong's.

"Sometimes, no news is the best news." Yu Xi said softly.

Neither in the Demon Palace nor in the village where the accident occurred, Chang Qiong's whereabouts could not be found.

That means she was not killed here, maybe she has already left this place, and I don't know which corner of the cultivation world is traveling at this time.

The reasoning is the same, but if there is no accident, why can't you send a sound transmission talisman and say "safe"?

They can only comfort themselves now, at least they haven't found Chang Qiong's body yet.

As long as they don't see the dead body for a day, they will firmly believe that Chang Qiong is still alive in this world.

Yu Xi looked at the storage bag tightly held by Chang Hui, sighed, and suggested, "Let's bury the bodies of those children in the village."

It is said that the ruins are the "roots" of those children.

All their relatives also died here.

Now burying their bodies here can be regarded as sending them home.

No one objected to Yu Xi's proposal, and everyone flew to the lee of the hillside.

Chang Hui untied the storage bag, took out all the corpses inside, and placed them neatly on the ground in rows.

Looking at these young and weak corpses with blurred faces, there was a bit of sorrow on everyone's faces for a while.

Elder Mai murmured a few incantations.

After Chang Hui and Chang Yi heard this, they raised their heads in surprise and glanced at him.

He stared back at the two of them, "Why, haven't you seen Moxiu read the scriptures?"

Chang Hui shook her head hastily, "No, I just didn't expect you to be able to do these things."

"It's just a reincarnation curse. Our Holy Land religion may not be worse than those old bald donkeys in Fayun Temple." Elder Mai grinned, "Don't forget what our Holy Land religion mainly does for a living."

What kind of business?
Chang Hui and Chang Yi looked at each other, and there was a somewhat inexplicable flash in their eyes.

Yu Xi said silently from the side, "Funeral a dragon."

There are five sects and three religions in the way of magic, each with its own abilities.

What the Holy Soil Sect is best at is related to "soil". Whether it is digging or burying soil, it is what they are best at.

It can be described as a good hand in finding graves, fixing acupoints, and burying soil and adding graves!
(End of this chapter)