Yan Sheng noticed that Hou Jimo was dazed and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Hou Jimo said quickly: "It's okay."

Of course he would not reveal anything about Song Weiguo, he was still his subordinate.

Yan Sheng put down his pen and murmured: "With the strength of the sloppy Taoist, he could have become one of the most powerful competitors for the leader of the martial arts alliance. It is a pity that he died like this."

Hou Jimo smiled and said: "What's the pity? Isn't it destined to be the Spirit Dragon King?"

Yan Sheng also laughed: "Who told you?"

Hou Jimo spoke with certainty: "You said in your holy order that you want to choose a martial arts leader who has martial arts skills, knowledge, and status. After all the calculations, only the Spirit Dragon King is the most suitable!"

Yan Sheng smiled and shook his head: "The Spiritual Dragon King has evil intentions and great ambitions, so he may not be the best candidate. When Marshal Zhou recommended him, I rejected it immediately. This is the reason."

Hou Jimo suddenly realized: "Then, is the sloppy Taoist a good choice?"

"Not necessarily." Yan Sheng said: "Although Taoist Sloppy is not a bad person and has never done anything particularly outrageous, he has an ambiguous relationship with Shi Aoxue of Feng Mo Village. After becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance, he may not wholeheartedly fight against Feng Mo Village.

"

Hou Jimo took a breath, thinking that this sage really knew everything about the world, and then asked: "In the opinion of the sage, who is the most suitable person to be the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

Yan Sheng said solemnly: "We can only wait until then, hoping that some talents will emerge this time... Of course, it is not a big deal even if the Spirit Dragon King becomes the leader of the martial arts alliance. Although this guy is not a good person, I have

Control him with confidence.”

Hou Jimo bowed slightly: "Everything is under the control of the Holy One."

…

As a captain of the Holy Palace Guards, it was easy for Song Weiguo to call a special plane.

So that night, he arrived at Weishui City.

As soon as he entered Zhuo's house, he saw the sloppy Taoist lying on the ground.

The whole person was dry, shriveled, and motionless, as if he really had lost his life.

"Master!"

Song Weiguo roared and rushed forward.

With his rich experience, he could of course instantly judge that the sloppy Taoist was indeed dead.

"What...what's going on?" Song Weiguo, who had always been calm, his voice trembled slightly.

Ji Shengwen looked solemn and explained the process.

Song Weiguo turned around suddenly and saw Chen Dong still lying on the side in a daze.

Of course Song Weiguo was furious and rushed to Chen Dong's side, raising his fist to beat him.

"Beat him to death, beat him to death!" Zhuo Yizhou shouted from the side with red eyes: "He was the one who harmed the master!"

But at this moment, Ji Shengwen grabbed Song Weiguo's arm.

"Senior Brother Song, it's none of his business..." Ji Shengwen said with a sad face: "Junior Brother Chen has repeatedly reminded me that Tongshen Pills may be risky, but Master insists on taking them."

In the narration just now, Ji Shengwen actually made it very clear.

Song Weiguo also knew that it was none of Chen Dong's business.

Song Weiguo slowly let go of Chen Dong's collar, slowly returned to the sloppy Taoist, and slowly sat down.

Looking at the slovenly Taoist's withered face, Song Weiguo was stunned.

He remembered many things.

The process of getting acquainted.

The process of apprenticeship.

The process of wandering around the world, encountering danger several times, and being rescued by a sloppy Taoist.

At that time, he was still a teenager.

One day when I went to school as usual, I suddenly felt nauseous, wanted to vomit, and broke out in a cold sweat.

A middle-aged man stood up with a smile and said: "Boy, you have good qualifications. Are you interested in learning Kung Fu from me? You can become the best in the world in the future!"

Everything flashed in his mind like a movie.

…

Song Weiguo did not cry.

Over the years, he has lost the habit of crying.

Even after his master passed away, he could still be very calm, with at least his eyes a little sad.

I don't know how much time passed, but Ji Shengwen came over and asked Song Weiguo softly what was going to happen next.

When a sloppy Taoist dies, he still needs to be buried and buried. Which place and date should he choose?

Song Weiguo is the elder brother, so of course everything is decided by him.

Song Weiguo said: "I only have one day off. Let's make everything quick and simple. I buried the master near the Weishui River."

"good."

That night, several people slept at Zhuo's house and took turns keeping vigil for the sloppy Taoist.

The next morning, the Zhuo family personally sent a car, together with the body of the sloppy Taoist, to take several people to the Weishui River.

The Zhuo family has reserved a cemetery here, dug a pit overnight, made a monument, and prepared a coffin.

Across the Weishui River is Feixing Tower.

But this matter has nothing to do with Feixing Tower, and Feixing Tower has nothing to do with the sloppy Taoist.

If there is any dispute, it has to be Qingyun Temple.

After all, Taoist Sloppy came from Qingyun Temple, and Qingyunzi was also the junior sister that Taoist Sloppy cared about most during his life.

After discussing with Song Weiguo, Chen Dong also called Qingyunzi.

told her the news.

He also said: "Because time is urgent, there is no time for Master to return to his roots. Master Qingyun, if you have the right time, you can come to the Weishui River to see Master off for the last time."

Qingyunzi was silent for a while and then said: "I won't go there."

The sound was extremely heavy.

"good."

Chen Dong hung up the phone.

Chen Dong didn't know that Qing Yunzi over there was already bursting into tears.

He didn't have time to care about this.

He and several senior brothers discussed the burial steps.

Although everything is kept simple, there are still things that should be there.

They first put the sloppy Taoist into the coffin, then each of the four apprentices carried a corner and walked around the entire Weishui River.

This is the awakening.

There are also road sacrifices, basin breaking, and paper money scattering. These rituals are also complete.

Although there are only four people, they are worth an army.

The final step is burial.

The pit was ready, and the four apprentices carefully lowered the coffin into the pit.

At this time, Chen Dong finally couldn't bear it anymore and knelt down by the pit and cried loudly.

"Master, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

After holding it in all night, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Although Ji Shengwen has been protecting him and not letting Song Weiguo and Zhuo Yizhou beat him, in his heart he actually wished he could be beaten to death!

Obviously you are not sure, you have not verified it, you know it is poisonous, why did you let Master eat it?

What medicine god?

Bullshit medicine god!

Chen Dong cried so hard that his tears flowed into rivers.

Zhuo Yizhou was still cursing beside him: "It's all your fault, it's just you!"

All four disciples fell to their knees, heartbroken.

After a long time, Song Weiguo was the first to stand up and said with a gloomy face: "Okay, let's send Master to be buried."

Song Weiguo took one last look at the pit, then picked up the shovel and poured soil down.

Chen Dong, Zhuo Yizhou, and Ji Shengwen also picked up shovels, shoveling left and right to splash down.
To be continued...