I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 165 Farewell Ceremony
"Old Zhang, this way!"

As soon as Zhang Jun got out of the car, he saw Xu Xin and others at the door in the distance.

I looked up at this building, where tonight's farewell party will be held.

Zhang Jun walked over and looked at Xu Xin: "You're here too. How is my house organized?"

The reason why Zhang Jun asked this was not only because he missed his soft bed, but also the jar of old rice wine in his room.

Without the moisture of this wine these two days, Zhang Jun always felt that something was missing.

"Don't worry, your home has been restored. Don't worry about the company's affairs. In addition, the memories of other residents in the community have been erased by the company. The only external news is that natural gas leaked and caused coma."

"Can the memory be erased?"

"It's not difficult, the Lu family can do it with both hands."

The two of them walked slowly inside while talking.

As soon as you enter, you will see hanging banners and wreaths.

Seeing the words "Farewell to Mr. Kui Dou" written clearly on the wreath, Zhang Jun couldn't help but sigh.

When he received the invitation, he was also surprised. He didn't expect that the old ghost he had seen before would leave so quickly.

"Don't sigh, the old man left with honor this time."

Xu Xin glanced around, pulled Zhang Jun to the side, and said in a low voice: "I want to show you something."

Xu Xin took out his mobile phone, opened a video and handed it to Zhang Jun.

The picture quality of the video shooting is not very clear. On the one hand, it was shot on a rainy night, and on the other hand, it was also because of the long distance.

In the dark woods in the distance, a dazzling light suddenly burst out.

Then the entire forest quickly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, followed by decay and collapse.

Wherever the dim light shines, all life in the world and everything in the world is stripped away. The scope is so large that it covers the surrounding six hundred square meters.

This scope is not small. In reality, it is no exaggeration to describe it as a disaster.

At the end of the video, just wait for the dim light to dissipate, and dots of golden light flicker from the dim light.

The photographer stretched the lens as far as possible.

Only then did he vaguely see an old man with a broken arm, sitting cross-legged on the ground. His body had turned into withered bones, and gradually turned into gold in the brilliant golden flames.

"This is……"

Zhang Jun looked at the picture on his phone in disbelief, feeling extremely shocked. This was the real world.

It’s not an arena where good and evil are pitted against monsters and monsters in games.

Such power, even if placed in a game, would be terrifying.

In a daze, he remembered what his master said that day when he taught him how to sit on the immortal stake and break the cloud hand.

"When it comes to spells, apart from the weirdo in Longhu Mountain, Lao Gui's spells are probably the strongest in today's world. He is the one who combines the strengths of the four families and masters them." (from Chapter 153)
The video is over and there are some photos at the end.

These photos are top secret.

That is to say, a second-generation ancestor like Xu Xin can have the opportunity to find a way to get in touch with the family.

Zhang Jun looked at them one by one.

The photos are all of the battlefield being cleaned up afterwards.

It can only be described as appalling.

In this small forest, the grass and trees are all withered and the trees are rotten.

There is a close-up of the ground with a text description next to it.

[The soil here has completely deteriorated and lost its soil characteristics. No plants can survive for at least a hundred years, and it will continue to pollute the surrounding trees and forests. It is unknown how long it will last, but now I step on it and it creaks. The sound makes one's scalp numb. 】

Zhang Jun flipped to the next photo with his finger.

Dead body.

The small valley was full of corpses.

There are no longer any men, women, or children. The clothes on their bodies have become rotten and fibrous. When the wind blows, they immediately disperse like gravel.

And each of these corpses looked like mummies at this moment.

The skin of the corpse was brown and stuck tightly to the bones. There was no hair or flesh and blood. The eyeballs in the eyes were gone, leaving only empty eye sockets.

Before dying, these corpses seemed to be still dodging backwards.

Maybe no one expected it to happen so suddenly.

Zhang Jun continued to scroll down, looking at each photo, which made people's hearts tremble.

Zhang Jun knows that if you kill someone with magic, you must do it in a deceitful way.

But even he couldn't tell for a while what kind of magic these people were dying from.

"Send me the photos and videos and I will take them back to show my master."

"No, this thing can't be leaked. It's interesting enough just to show you."

"Hurry up, hurry up. Showing it to me is a leak, but showing it to my master is not. Stop whining."

Xu Xin had no choice but to send the video and photos to Zhang Jun.

While the two were talking.

Cars were coming and going outside, and many old people and young people got out of their cars and walked into the building. "Amitabha, good, good!"

At this time, a Buddha's name made the two of them turn around.

"Hey! It's Master Meng Yuan from White Horse Temple. He's here too. It seems that this old ghost's name is really not just a boast."

Zhang Jun looked over after hearing this and saw the old monk, wearing a cassock and holding a Zen staff, with a kind and kind expression.

He had heard of the White Horse Temple and had not been there. He couldn't help but take a second look and asked curiously: "Is this old monk very powerful?"

"Hmm... If you want to talk about magic, no one has seen Master Meng Yuan perform it, but when it comes to Buddhism and Zen, no one in the world can control it. It is said that some time ago, he went to Southeast Asia to debate Buddhism. In just three words, he defeated the other eminent Buddhist monk. I vomited blood when I argued."

Zhang Jun actually didn't have a good impression of these monks. He always felt that the monks were hypocritical and talked in circles every day, so he just said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

"Come on, let's go up too. The ceremony will begin later."

With that said, Xu Xin took Zhang Jun onto the elevator.

Because the ghost old man has no body and no cremation process, a farewell ceremony is held here today.

However, unless there is an invitation or an expert from the alien world, ordinary people are not eligible to come in.

The elevator goes straight up to the [-]th floor. Once you enter, you are greeted by a huge hall. This was originally the place where the company held a meeting for employees from all branches in Central China. It occupies the entire floor and is extremely spacious.

Now it has been decorated like a mourning hall.

As soon as Zhang Jun and the others entered the door, the staff presented white flowers to their chests. After checking their invitations, they were registered in the register.

There are no standing rules for the farewell ceremony. Everyone can just stand in a suitable place.

After the time was up, the person in charge of Central China District came on stage.

It was also the first time for Zhang Jun to meet the leader of Central China District.

"I didn't expect you to be quite young, huh?"

"I'm 45, but at this age, can I survive? The director of the Central China Branch is already driving at a rocket speed."

Zhang Jun and Xu Xin whispered for a while.

"Thank you all for coming to attend the farewell ceremony of Mr. Kuidou. Mr. Kuidou is the Taishan Beidou in today's folklore world. His life is wonderful and magnificent..."

The host reads the eulogy.

Everyone in the audience was solemn.

"One bow, two bows, three bows,"

As the three yellow incense sticks burned, misty clouds and smoke appeared in front of the ghost's portrait, like a staircase leading straight to heaven.

As soon as the ceremony was over, everyone came to the restaurant upstairs to dine.

It is said to be a meal, but more importantly it is to take this opportunity for everyone to get together, especially the seniors of the older generation.

On weekdays, things at home are difficult to manage, and it is not easy to get together at once. At their age, they see each other less often, and the number of people present may be even less in the coming year.

As for the juniors like Zhang Jun, they were sitting alone at another table, chatting and bragging with each other. During this period, Zhang Jun heard about what happened at the teahouse not long ago.

The young man who spoke held a fan in his hand and spoke very vividly. Zhang Jun, as a personal experiencer and the protagonist of the story, also listened with gusto.

"This man's name is Jiao Wenlong. He is a critic. He said he opened a Pingshu library in Tianjin and the business is pretty good."

Xu Xin said to Zhang Jun on the side.

The ninth stream is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. Storytelling ranks first in the middle ninth stream, relying on this clever mouth.

Although storytelling is about telling stories, in the past, when people's literacy rate was low, storytelling was the task of spreading knowledge, passing on stories, and even educating people.

Therefore, commentators are also called sir, which shows their high status.

I saw Jiao Wenlong talking excitedly, and when he was talking about his master's teahouse watching a play, he slapped the table and imitated Master Zhang Jun's tone: "I don't think you will survive this year!"

Not to mention, that look and tone are somewhat similar to Master Miaozhen Taoist.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the head with a chopstick. Jiao Wenlong's expression suddenly changed and he said angrily: "Who is it? Who is it!!"

As soon as he turned around, he saw an old man standing behind him, picking up the cigarette rod in his hand and hitting it on his head.

"Bastard, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll hang you on a tree and beat you."

When Jiao Wenlong saw it, it turned out to be his grandfather. He didn't even dare to fart, and immediately lowered his head and didn't dare to speak.

After warning his grandson, the old man of the Jiao family hurriedly picked up his wine glass and went to apologize to the other elderly people.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun probably guessed why his master didn't come.

The old Taoist and the people here can't be said to be enemies, but they don't have any good friendships either.

Besides, everyone is practicing magic, why are you, a cultivating immortal, just sitting here and joining in the fun?

Just imagine, after finishing this meal, I am sighing, I don’t know when the next party will be.

My master was drinking happily, and suddenly said: "Come on, I will go to your house for a dinner on the 23rd of this month, and I will go to his house for a dinner on the [-]th of next month. That one will be there. Wait a little longer, and you will be there later."

I guess these old guys must be crazy.

As he watched, Zhang Jun suddenly changed his eyes: "Hey!! Why is this guy here?"

He stood up and looked around, and saw a dark fat man on the table in the distance, holding wine and toasting several young people one by one.

This person is none other than his good brother Fatty Li.

(End of this chapter)