Ling Xuanluo and the other three had a secret conversation in the bamboo forest. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

has always said that Zalai is old, Mo Qigong has always been angry, and he feels that the old man has done too many bad things, and it is really not a pity to die. It wasn't until Erjiang was mentioned that he showed a sad expression.

Ling Xuanluo grabbed the only clue left by Er Jiang before he died, the word "elephant", and asked Mo Qigong.

When he heard this, he began to have a hard time, scratched his head and said, "'Xiang'? Elephants are in our Yunnan, just like your horses in the Central Plains. Not to mention that Erjiang may have other indications, judging from the name alone, basically one out of every ten mourning people has this word in their name, based on this hint alone, where can we start?"

"This ......"

His words were very reasonable, Ling Xuanluo and Jiang Nanjun couldn't hear it, so they could only look at each other, regretting that this clue was also broken.

After the three of them finished talking, they returned to the bamboo building together.

When they left just now, they were two in front of each other, ignoring each other, and now when they come back, they are the three of them side by side, and Mo Qigong leans over from time to time and whispers to them.

After the murder scene was handled, in order to show respect for the deceased patriarch, the people of the Kunming tribe changed the longevity clothes for the two corpses, and found two thin coffins to prepare for the funeral.

Cremation is prevalent among the Ailao people, so that the soul can be turned into green smoke and ascend to heaven to rest in peace, so the funeral is scheduled to be held in the evening.

Mo Qigong's attitude towards these two strangers was to be respectful, and after going out to say a few words, he became intimate with them. When a group of simple mountain people saw that the leader was like this, they no longer rejected them, and they were willing to listen to their command for some things they didn't understand.

Ling Xuanluo and everyone were busy with everything, only then did they remember Zhu Xing, turned around and disappeared from him, and hurriedly went downstairs to look for him, but saw him sitting side by side with a cow, holding the little elephant ornament that Er Jiang had pointed out in his hand, and kept chanting in his mouth: "Long Elephant...... Elephant ......"

Ling Xuanluo heard him repeat this name, his heart moved, and he secretly thought: "That's right, doesn't the name of the Long Elephant also contain the word 'elephant'? But even if this person colludes with the outside world and forces Namtso to open the Golden Silkworm Gu Realm, this person who colludes with him will not be the old man of Zalai, right? This old man, but he doesn't even dare to close the edge of the Shadowless Creek!"

Zhu Xing was crazy and stupid, what he said couldn't be taken seriously, he just said that the elephant was fierce and left a bad impression on his uncle, so he didn't pay much attention to the little elephant when he thought of this person, just sat down beside him silently and accompanied him for a while.

In the evening, the people of the Kunming tribe returned to the woods where the meeting had been held, and gathered in the glade to hold a funeral for the dead old patriarch and his son.

The last meeting was presided over by Zalai Lao himself, and he secretly plotted with Erjiang how to kill Duan Xiao to prevent him from rebuilding his homeland, and then defected to the Tang Dynasty without any obstacles, and let Erjiang inherit the position of patriarch.

Unexpectedly, only a few days later, the old man played with fire and set himself on fire, lying in the coffin and being put on a wooden frame, waiting for a fire to burn to ashes later.

The two of them ended up in such a situation, which made Ling Xuanluo and Jiang Nanjun sigh, no matter how long life is, it is just a moment in the universe, no matter how beautiful it is today, it is impossible to predict what it will be like after tomorrow, so why not do good deeds in time when you are alive to accumulate blessings in the future?

The funeral went quickly. First, the sorcerers perform the ritual of worshipping the heavens, asking the gods for mercy, taking in the souls of the two deceased, washing away the sins of this life for them, and reincarnating in the next life as soon as possible.

After the ceremony, the fire is lit. The Kunming tribe is a mortal tribe, and there is no sacred fire that the Divine Clan will play, but after people pour fire oil on the wooden frame, the coffin burns very quickly, and after a while, it is burned into two piles of ashes, and Erjiang and Zalai Lao are gone forever.

(To be continued.) )