This is a world with extraordinary, Taoist priests, demons and ghosts.

In such a unique environment, some unique customs have naturally been nurtured.

When Zhang Baoren had just traveled over, he took some rituals to pray for others and recite scriptures for his livelihood, so he learned a custom that surprised him...

There is no saying that people are buried in this world.

Their customs and traditions for thousands of years are cremation. After death, people need to burn their bodies with fire to obtain peace.

The so-called "infiltrating the soil" is an evil method, a taboo, and it is like singing and dancing in red belts and green at a funeral. You can't think, say, or even have something that concept at all.

Only by being burned by fire can we merge with the flame that brings light to mankind and civilization, and merge with countless ancestors and sages, can we bring true peace.

"Entering the fire to rest" is the most sacred and orthodox thing.

Before he could reach the extraordinary at the beginning, Zhang Baoren only felt that this was the same custom as the water and empty burials in some places in his previous life.

But after entering the underworld and learning about the truth of some worlds, he also had a different view on this issue.

With this world, the mysterious abnormalities that can be seen everywhere, how could it be possible to nurture the burial culture? Which crazy man dares to bury people?

Not to mention burials, even empty burials, water burials, or wooden burials, they are not possible.

Only the flames born from the beginning of human civilization can be processed cleanly and truly "peaceful".

Otherwise, humans have been dying all the time for countless years, and the number of corpses is constantly piled up.

The corpses that cannot be counted and are still being produced continuously, combined with this world that seems to be born with evil and can be called a ghost cultivation trough.

This world has long been transformed into a demonic realm.

The so-called culture and the so-called tradition often have some practical reasons.

This is a bit of insight that was born from Zhang Baoren's experience comparing two civilizations that are somewhat similar and somewhat different.

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There was a strange smell in the dim room, as if it was a Chinese medicine smell, and as if it was an old and decadent old man.

The taste is so clear and so obvious that even in this room made of precious fragrant wood, it cannot be suppressed at all.

"Cough...cough..."

A difficult cough came from the intact tent bed.

An old man with thin hair, loose skin and bare skin and age spots struggling hard on the silk bed.

The two little girls in plain white dresses who were serving him quickly stepped forward, and one of them gently helped the old man on the bed up, leaned his back against his soft chest, and then gently stroked it along.

Another one took out a small jade box from the exquisite mahogany cabinet beside the bed, and a crystal clear vermilion pill was taken out from it.

Then take a cup of warm water and take this red pill with a strange fragrance for the elderly.

After taking the medicine, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and asked slowly, "...Sir, are you here?"

The voice was extremely hoarse, as if there was an old mouthful of phlegm stuck in the throat.

"I'm watching in the ground..."

The maid replied with her eyebrows down.

"Um…"

The old man responded in a faint tone, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing this, the maid carefully placed the old man flat on the bed, and then quietly retreated to the side.

As the medicine power rose, the old man's breathing gradually became calmer.

The two maids serving outside the bed had their eyes intertwined, and they could see the disgust and fear that were nurtured in each other's eyes.

Death is often accompanied by some unlucky luck that cannot be told to others, accompanied by mystery, accompanied by some strange and strange theories, and some horrifying legends.

This is a mysterious story added to human fear of the phenomenon of "death".

Of course, in this world... stories are sometimes not just stories, and legends are sometimes not just legends.

There is such a horror story about death circulating in this world!

According to legend, if someone dies, he will wrap it in wood within seven days and bury it in a specific place at a specific time, and the person may be resurrected in another world.

There is even a legend of obtaining immortality in this way.

I don’t know where this kind of story came from at first, but it was later taken as real by some people.

Although there have been very strict bans throughout the dynasties, the fear of death and attachment to life can make people ignore any taboos.

Especially some of the wealth and wealth that have not yet been fully enjoyed, their bodies have become old and their originally smart and keen brains have gradually become dull.

Seeing life being taken away little by little, I felt powerless, desperate, helpless...

This kind of old and immortal guy likes to do this evil way the most.

Because they are knowledgeable, they can know a little mysterious events and believe in extraordinary things more; at the same time, they are also able to complete this taboo ritual.

As for the taboos?

They are already crazy and perverted, and they don’t care about anything, regardless of whether the straw in front of them connects the abyss.

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A yard with rugged rockery and green water looks pleasant and quiet, but there is a faint sound coming from somewhere in the courtyard.

...A empty room illuminated by oil lamps, made of stone, and no window.

Three people stood among them.

A man with a tall and burly figure, handsome face, and a peach blossom on his head, holding a copper compass engraved with complex symbols, and wearing an indigo Taoist robe with Tai Chi symbols printed on the front and back of his chest.

One is a middle-aged man wearing a black uniform, with a wide figure and a majestic face. He looked at him and felt an inexplicable demeanor.

Finally, there was a man wearing a black Confucian shirt, pinching a folding fan, and having a beard on his chin, looking elegant and smart.

This person followed a middle-aged man in Chinese clothing and his identity should be inferior.

The unknown Taoist was staring at the compass in his hand while reciting the unknown mantra, walking and stopping in the room.

The remaining two followed each other, and could see anxiety in their hands, feet and eyes, but their faces were barely calm.

When he walked to the west side of the stone chamber, the man in Taoist robe suddenly stopped and shouted loudly: "This is just right!"

When the remaining two people heard this, their expressions instantly condensed and they looked at the man in Taoism.

The man in Chinese clothing reached out and said, "Sir, please give me some advice."

The man in Taoist robe nodded and said solemnly, "After my rigorous calculations, this is the most central and core place in the entire city, and the most prosperous place in Feng Shui and Earthly Veins."

"Only when this dragon vein appears can the corpse transformation be suppressed and the transformation from human to immortal can be truly completed."

"Only here can I put that 'coffin' in the entire Eighth Hundred Miles City..."

The two were shocked when they heard this, and then looked at them with some fear, with the mouth of the vermilion-painted coffin placed in the corner of the stone chamber.

It couldn't help but tremble again.

Then he quickly looked away, as if those pieces of wood were some prehistoric beasts.

"Mr. Wang is a great talent, thanks to you, you," exclaimed the man in gorgeous clothes.

"There is no small measure."

After the man in Taoist robe smiled and was humble, his expression suddenly became solemn, "The most rare 'land' has been found now, and the rest can be buried according to the time."

"After my calculations, August 8th, the hour of Yin is the most suitable time for burial in recent times."

"Remember, the hour of Yin cannot be bad for a moment." The man in Taoist robe reminded the man in a gorgeous costume seriously.

"No problem, the old man will definitely be on time." The waffle man nodded calmly, then clasped his fists at the Taoist man and thanked:

"This time thanks to Mr. Wang's help, there will be a good reward after the matter."

While speaking, his face was extremely sincere, and you could feel his sincerity when you looked at it.

The man in Taoist robe laughed twice, obviously satisfied with it, and then he gave a few more words to the man in gorgeous clothes, then turned around and left...

But after he left.

The sincerity on the face of a man in gorgeous clothes quickly faded away, and his face became calm and unfathomable, making people unable to see what he was thinking.

The man in Confucian shirt who had never been in possession bowed to the master in front and said, "When the matter is over, I will reveal his news to those life-seeking ghosts..."

The Master Huafu said calmly: "We are our own people."

The man in Confucian shirt, who looked like a counselor, continued: "Those guys have never asked the demons and ghosts for rules.

As long as you see it, there will definitely be no extra words, and you will definitely not be able to endure the death... and we will not be exposed."

"Um…"

The Chinese-Fused Master snorted lightly when he heard this, but he didn't know what it meant.

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In the quiet and empty courtyard, the mountains and rivers overlap, like poetry and picturesque. Suddenly... there was a man in Taoist robe next to the rockery.
To be continued...