Chapter 114 Resurrection

After leaving the courtyard, the two figures flew straight into the night sky and headed out of the city.

As for Lu Heng's original body, the huge white wolf, it was still lying in the house to rest.

The one who went out of the city was Lu Heng's incarnation of the Yuanshen.

Lu Heng did not inform He Lanzhen of his plan for this trip. He just invited He Lanzhen to accompany him to the outside of the city tonight to watch the funeral of the old man of the Wu family.

After all, Lu Heng was just a beginner in the Netherworld Seal, and he didn't know if he could really lead the soul of the old man of the Wu family to the underworld.

What if he boasted in advance but couldn't do it in the end, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

In the night sky of the city, the departure of two figures, one white and one black, did not attract anyone's attention.

Although the wizard on duty in the city noticed the two figures flying by, with He Lanzhen accompanying him, the wizard did not dare to come over to inquire.

Otherwise, according to convention, if there were cultivators flying over the city, the wizard on duty would go to interrogate and stop them.

This is also the important reason why Lu Heng invited Helan Zhen to go with him.

His Yuanshen incarnation is not easy to walk in the city. If he wants to go out, he can only fly. With Helan Zhen accompanying him, a lot of trouble is saved.

Soon, the two flew out of the tall and magnificent Fushan City and came to the Pangshui River outside the city.

The lights were bright on the dock in the distance. Even at midnight, there were porters and boatmen coming and going.

Lu Heng and Helan Zhen stood in the night sky, overlooking the scenery under their feet.

Under their feet, a huge pile of firewood has been piled up. The pale spirit flag swayed in the night.

In the river not far away, the sound of water was surging and the river wind was fierce.

Lu Heng smiled and said, "Please wait for a moment, Helan Wuzhu."

Helan Zhen nodded, and the two sat down in the night sky, waiting for the arrival of the Wu family team that was leaving the city.

The people of the Wu family did not let them wait too long. Soon, amid the noisy sound of suona, the Wu clan members in mourning gathered around the coffin of the old man of the Wu family and came here.

The little girl with silver hair and animal ears carried an ancient bronze sword and followed the team silently.

Next to the coffin, Wu Zhiyuan, the second son of the Wu family, held his father's spirit tablet and cried while walking.

"Wow! Dad, you left like this... You didn't even wait for your child to come back to see you again..."

"Poor child, I left home for many years, and when I came back, I was separated from you forever..."

The exaggerated crying made Wu Zhiqian, who was also holding the spirit tablet not far away, look gloomy.

He wanted to cry for the spirit, but Wu Zhiyuan's crying was so fake and disgusting that he couldn't open his mouth to cry for the spirit.

Therefore, he was in a gloomy mood.

Wu Zhiyuan cried while walking.

When they arrived at the river with the coffin, all the Wu clan members knelt down and kowtowed to the old man's coffin to bid farewell.

Then, a servant carried the old man's coffin to the firewood pile.

Below, white spirit flags fluttered, and the children of the filial family knelt in rows.

Wu Zhiyuan and Wu Zhiqian both knelt in the first row, but they were on their own sides, far apart from each other.

Wu Zhiyuan still hugged the spirit tablet and cried loudly.

At this time, a thin middle-aged man came to him. He was Wu Zhiyuan's confidant. His name was Zhang Er, and he worked for Wu Zhiyuan together with his brother Zhang Da.

Zhang Er whispered, "Second Master, I have already found out. The demon cultivator with silver hair and animal ears is named Lu Ai, and she is attending the old man's funeral on behalf of her master."

"She suddenly appeared today, and she is not an old acquaintance of the eldest master, so you don't have to worry about her helping the eldest master for the time being."

Wu Zhiyuan nodded at the content of his subordinate's report and whispered, "So that's how it is..."

Then he raised his head and cried and howled twice, and then whispered, "But to be on the safe side, please Grandma, come here. With Grandma in charge, there will be no mistakes. "

The pointed-faced Zhang Er smiled and said, "My brother has already gone to invite her. It won't be long before Grandma will be here. Second Young Master, don't worry."

Wu Zhiyuan laughed twice, and then cried loudly, "Dad! I can't bear to leave you! Open your eyes and look at me!"

The exaggerated crying made Zhang Er twitch his mouth, and he couldn't help but whispered a reminder.

"Second Young Master, your crying is too fake..."

Wu Zhiyuan grinned and cried twice, "Dad! Open your eyes and look at me!"

After crying, he lowered his head, and his whole body was shaking with an expression that he could hardly hold back his laughter.

"Puff...haha..." Wu Zhiyuan laughed softly, and said with a twitch, "I can't hold back my laughter, how can I cry..."

After that, he cried loudly again.

"Dad! You left so suddenly, I'm so sad!"

At this time, the wizard invited from the Fire God Temple to preside over the funeral had completed all the rituals and lit the fire directly.

Soon, the firewood piled on the riverside suddenly burst into hot flames and began to madly roast the corpse lying quietly in the coffin.

The scorched smell drifted along the river wind.

In the night sky, Lu Heng stood up and summoned the Netherworld Soul Seal, waiting for the soul of the old man of the Wu family to leave his body and take it away.

But when Lu Heng and Helan Zhen stood up, a figure flashed in the Pangshui River beside them and also appeared in the night sky.

Lu Heng was a little surprised to see the other party appear.

"Eh? Goddess of the River?"

The one who emerged from the river was wearing a divine robe and had a solemn face. He seemed a little difficult to talk to and intimidating. He was Gu Zhou, the water god of Pangjiang River whom he had met before.

When Lu Heng called her, Gu Zhou also saw two figures in the night sky and was a little surprised.

She quickly came over and bowed deeply to Lu Heng, "Gu Zhou greets the benefactor."

Then she stood up straight and nodded to Helan Zhen, "Greetings to Helan Wuzhu."

Helan Zhen also nodded as a return gesture, and remained silent as always.

But Gu Zhou didn't care, as if he had already gotten used to it.

She smiled and said to Lu Heng, "I didn't expect to meet you here... Are you here to watch the funeral of the Wu family?"

"Yes, I have a history with Old Master Wu's father, so I came to see him," Lu Heng said casually, "But why is Goddess Jiang here?"

Gu Zhou looked at the blazing flames below and said, "I am here to take Old Master Wu's soul into the water palace."

After saying that, seeing Lu Heng's surprise, Gu Zhou smiled and explained.

"After the soul of a mortal leaves the body, it will gradually dissipate from heaven and earth. But before dissipating, these souls are often chaotic and helpless, suffering from the wind and sun like lonely ghosts, and finally dissipating in pain and confusion, which is extremely miserable."

"So when my late husband was alive, he taught me the art of guiding souls. As long as the dead on both sides of the Pangjiang River have worshipped me and have a little incense and affection with me, after their death, I will let the Yaksha of the Water Palace lead their souls into the Water Palace to save them from the pain of wind and sun, and wait for them to dissipate quietly, which is also a good deed."

"And for good people like the old man of the Wu family who once worshipped a lot of incense and did good deeds, I will occasionally go there in person to lead them into the Water Palace to show respect."

Gu Zhou smiled and said, "I didn't expect to meet my benefactor tonight. It's my honor."