One door has seven lives, and he dies violently for no reason.

The old mayor of Liuzhen stood in the courtyard, full of white hair, blowing lightly in the wind. For a while, he looked older. The whole yard is quiet.

Occasionally, the wind blows the corners of those white sheets.

The faces of the people of Liu Zhen are very bad. In his eyes, there is sorrow and fear.

At this time, a person was hurriedly invited into the hospital. It was a middle-aged man with a long beard, wearing a long shirt and carrying a quaint medicine box, which was Langzhong from Liuzhen.

"Old mayor!" Liu Langzhong, looking at the old mayor, said hello.

"Hmm!" the old mayor nodded slightly, "Lang Zhong, you take a look first." What's the situation?"

"Eh!" Liu Langzhong replied, then first lifted the white cloth on Tailor Liu's body, and took out a silver needle from the medicine box.

The silver needle shot out and pierced the top of the willow tailor's head. Liu Langzhong's medical skills are quite superb. In particular, the method of silver needles is a must. On weekdays, people in Liuzhen occasionally have illness, and Liu Lang is sick.

Goodbye, Liu Langzhong raised his hand again, and the silver needle was shining, unchanged at all. Liu Langzhong couldn't help frowning slightly.

Then, he ran for the corpses of several other people. Silver needle autopsy, check them one by one. Everyone, Liu Lang's needle is in a different direction, but the silver needle has no different color.

The people of Liuzhen all stared with bated breath.

At this time, it was Amu and Shen Yan in the dark, who were waiting quietly. Although Ah Mu and Shen Yan had already concluded that someone was detaining the soul, a mortal doctor, he should not be able to see anything, but at this time, there was also a faint inexplicable expectation in their hearts.

Half a day. Liu Langzhong, after looking at all the corpses. The corners of his forehead actually saw sweat.

"Lang Zhong. How's it going?" asked the old mayor in a deep voice.

"It's not poisoning!" Liu Langzhong wiped his sweat slightly, frowned and shook his head, "But it's not a plague disease!"

Whew-

The people of Liuzhen seemed to be relieved, but at the same time, their eyes were even more confused. Not poisoning, not pestilence, no scars. How did the Willow tailor's family die?

"Then how did they die?" the old mayor was still calm.

"This—" Liu Langzhong. Looking at the old mayor, his eyes flickered a little, as if he had something to say, but he didn't dare to say it.

"Huh?" the old mayor frowned. "Lang Zhong. What is there, just say. Lest everyone guess and think too much!"

"Yes!" Liu Langzhong paused and said, "Old mayor, I won't hide it from you! Langzhong still has an ancient medical book in his house. It was said above that he was detained by a monk. Now, I look at the tailor's family. It seems that he was imprisoned by the monk and died. No, it's human. ”

Soul Arrest?

Wow –

A native of Liuzhen. There was an uproar for a while.

Monks are confined to their souls! This is a saying that the people of Liuzhen have naturally heard. Because, although Kuching is a mortal country, as coffin people, they all understand the meaning of soul restraint.

The people of Liuzhen have heard of it, but they have never encountered it.

What is there to restrain mortal souls?

"Soul arrest?" The old mayor heard these two words, and a hint of strange color flashed in his eyes. However, the look in his eyes was different from that of ordinary Liuzhen people.

"No help?" the old mayor looked at Liu Langzhong.

Liu Langzhong frowned and shook his head, and said, "The mystery of immortals is not for medicine!"

The old mayor nodded helplessly, then groaned, and said to a few middle-aged men: "A few of you, Zhang Luo, let's bury the tailor's family first." Don't wait!"

"Huh?" the middle-aged man was stunned. Isn't the custom of Liuzhen to stop for a day?

"Listen to me! There is no need to stop the spirit! the soul of our Liuzhen people is detained, and there is nothing!" the old mayor sighed.

However, almost everyone didn't understand what he meant.

Then, the old mayor looked at the seven corpses of Tailor Liu's family, and added to the men, "You go to my house and get the best seven coffins!"

"Uh! Okay!" Although the middle-aged men were a little puzzled, they didn't ask again, and they all should go.

"The Great Catastrophe in Liuzhen!" the old mayor sighed in his heart.

"Yiqiē, listen to my arrangement!" the old mayor said slowly, "It's not a big deal!"

Then, the old mayor let everyone disperse except for those who were busy. Finally, the old mayor ordered a few people and invited them to his house to discuss something.

Those people are all white-haired people, and they are all highly respected people in Liu Town.

Willow tailor's house, Willow Town people started, busy. Amu and Shen Yan disappeared directly.

This day must be the most depressing day in Liu Zhen for many thousands of years.

In the whole Liuzhen, there is no joy and no laughter. The tailor's family died an unknown death, which made people panic.

Monk Soul Arrest?

However, the people of Liuzhen are safe and joyful, and have no quarrel with the world. How could there be monks who were confined to their souls? The people of Liuzhen were puzzled, and some of them were in danger.

It's just that the most simple kindness, and the last words of the old mayor, made the whole Willow Town quiet.

Ah Mu and Shen Yan stood in the void of Liuzhen at this time, looking down at Yiqiē.

However, Amu and Shen Yan couldn't see anything.

A long street, quaint houses, it is an ordinary and not ordinary town. Haihuang Willow Town and Shura Willow Town are exactly the same. The magic lang and the goddess used to be their home.

"There's something wrong with the old mayor's look!"

"Hmm!" Shen Yan nodded, "It seems that the old mayor knows why someone is detaining souls!"

"The people of Liuzhen, if they are detained, there is nothing?" Amu repeated, the old mayor's words. Then, with one hand, an extremely ordinary Soul Gathering Bottle was now in his hand.

Amu gently rubbed the Soul Gathering Bottle with his hand, because there were nine hundred and ninety souls in it.

The Yin Soul was cold, but the Soul Gathering Bottle was unusually warm in Amu's hands. Liuzhen, that was the first warm place after Amu was reincarnated in the sea wilderness.

Liuzhen, for Amu, is also love and home!

"I, don't let anyone die!"

.....................

It's afternoon again.

Liu Han's house. The funeral procession has returned. The coffins of the willow tailor's house have just been decorated. Get ready to get out of town.

The ox cart was slow and creaking. The plain white color covers the long street.

One in and one out, two worlds of death and life. A thousand years of glory will eventually be annihilated!

Ah Mu and Shen Yan were still hanging in the air, looking at a qiē. The look is complicated.

That's life and death, that's goodbye, there's no reincarnation.

Sometimes. The monk's sense of powerlessness is better than that of mortals. The heavenly immortals are nine times perfect, holding the two coffins of gods and demons, Amu asked himself. Can't you still protect a Shuraliu town?

Amu doesn't believe it!

Uncle Liu is newly mourned. Liuzhen customs, Liu Han's family, can not give the Liu tailor's family a funeral.

Ah Mu and Shen Yan appeared directly in the courtyard of Liu Han's house.

"Immortal!" Liu Han naturally heard about the matter of Tailor Liu's family, and at this time, he saw Amu and Shen Yan reappearing, as if he had grabbed a straw and knelt directly in front of Amu, his meaning was self-evident.

"Brother Liu. It doesn't have to be like this!" Amu was sad and helped Liu Han up with his own hands. "I know it all! Don't worry, I'll do my best!"

"Immortals, save Liu Zhen!" Liu Han's daughter-in-law, daughter, and Hu'er all knelt down.

"You guys, don't worry!" Shen Yan helped Amu pick up a few people.

"Call me Amu! Believe me!" Amu looked at Liu Han's family and said slowly, "Because, I am also from Liuzhen!"

Belch?

Amu's words made Liu Han's family confused, and they couldn't help but stand on the spot.

And at this moment, I only heard the gongs on the street, and some people shouted, from far and near.

Well?

Liu Han's family gave up Amu and Shen Yan first, and hurriedly ran out. Amu and Shen Yan also followed.

Goodbye, on the street of Liu Zhenchang, there are hundreds of people walking. At the head was the old mayor, and beside him were the old men he had invited.

These old people are the oldest generation in Liuzhen. Uncle Liu, if he doesn't die, he will be among them.

They were all dressed in brand-new formal robes, neatly groomed, and holding long incense sticks. The roots of gray hair and wrinkles are all vicissitudes and obsessions.

Three steps and one kneeling, one kneeling and one kowtowing! Those old men are meticulous in their work. Several of the old people, every time they knelt down, they were a little breathless.

However, in their eyes, there is not the slightest slackness. They refuse to be supported by anyone. They want to take it one step at a time, and they are sincere.

Their sincerity, Liuzhen's sincerity.

The children and grandchildren of the old people, the townspeople of Liuzhen, all followed. These old people are all kneeling and worshipping, how can they not worship?

"What is this for?" Amu was startled.

These townspeople, it seems, came from the east end of the town and have been kneeling down. Because their knees are covered with dust, and people are gathering more and more.

Almost all the people in Liuzhen in the town are kneeling down.

"Worship the Wang family!" Liu Han sighed, tears in his eyes, "Because, all the people of Liuzhen believe that the Wang family will protect Liuzhen! My father once said that if there is a big trouble in Liuzhen, you can worship the Wang family." ”

At this time, the flow of people who knelt down and worshipped immediately arrived in front of Liu Han's house.

After that, Liu Han took his wife and children and said nothing. Directly, gather into the flow of people, and bow down in the same three steps, and recite the words of prayer.

"Wang's gods, bless me Liuzhen, ten thousand years of peace!"

"Wang's gods, bless me Liuzhen, ten thousand years of peace-"

The voices of those old people were full of vicissitudes. The sound of prayer resounded throughout Willow Town. That comes from the bottom of my heart and sincerity!

Sincere, 10,000 years as one.

At that moment, Amu felt the souls of those Sea Desolate Willow Town in the Soul Gathering Bottle, resonating slightly. They seem to have the same soul.

The sea wilderness, Shura, and immeasurable are one. Liu Zhen and the Wang family are inseparable.

At that moment, the people of Liuzhen worshiped not only the Wang family, but also the faith in their hearts.

At that moment, Amu's eyes were hot. The Wang family should have guarded Liuzhen, and it is their duty to shirk it.

The prayer procession is passing by Liu Han's house.

Amu, silently, lifted his clothes, slowly, knelt at the end of the discharge.

Amu is a native of Liuzhen, and Amu is also a member of the Wang family. This kneeling, Amu should have. Shen Yan, without the slightest hesitation, followed Amu and knelt beside him. Because, she is Amu's woman.

"Wang's gods, bless me Liuzhen, ten thousand years of peace-"

The people of Liuzhen prayed in unison.

In front of the old mansion of the Wang family, in the two bronze tripods, the smoke and incense are lingering, and they will not be extinguished for thousands of years!

All the people of Liuzhen, prostrate on the ground!

Amu and Shen Yan kowtowed to the Wang family at the same time.

At that moment, the old mansion of the Wang family suddenly exuded colorless brilliance.

Liu Zhen was stunned for a moment.

Because, the old mansion of the Wang family, I don't know how many thousands of years, there is no movement.

"Huh-" The black door of the Wang family suddenly opened.

Wow –

There was an uproar!

"The royal family is immortal—"

"The gods of the royal family, bless me Liuzhen-"

"Yoo-jin, it's saved—"

At this time, the old mayor's face changed.

There was hope in his heart, but no one expected that the door of the Wang family would open.

"The Wang family, you're back...... It's back......" The old mayor, his face excited, raised his eyes to look around. The ancestral teachings that have been passed down from generation to generation in his family are all true.

At this time, Amu and Shen Yan had already gotten up.

"I am, the Wang family!"

Amu Qing's shirt danced, and his voice was firm and calm. Beside him, Shen Yan in purple was standing. (To be continued......)