Volume 1 Chapter 292 Burial

Chapter 292 Burial

The rainstorm continued, and Zhang Pa did not set up a shield to block it. However, no matter how dense the raindrops were or how big the raindrops were, they disappeared the moment they approached his body. He stood proudly in the air, like a god exiled from heaven, awe-inspiring and unstoppable.

He stood quietly in the air on the top of Tianlei Mountain, motionless for a long time, until the rainstorm stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky returned to a clear and bright place. Zhang Pa, who was standing in the air in the shape of a big character, suddenly moved his hands and clenched them into fists. The dense spiritual energy around him seemed to have received an order and instantly squeezed into Zhang Pa's body like a tide. Zhang Pa was shocked. The spiritual energy that was originally full was now even fuller, and he wanted to do something to vent it.

The spiritual energy circulated in his body for several times and merged with his own spiritual energy. Zhang Pa let out a long breath, and his blood-red eyes slowly faded away and returned to their original colors, but the black was more black and the black was more white, and it was brighter than before.

He closed his fist, spread his wings, and flew down to buy coffins in every village and town. Zhang Pa's mind was clear and his face was calm. He had no sadness, excitement, or hatred. He seemed to be calm as if nothing in the world had anything to do with him. Now, he was just doing what he should do.

Half a day later, he flew back to Tianlei Mountain, cleaned up the square in front of Tianlei Temple, and displayed the coffins he bought, which were only a few hundred. He released the Tibetan rats and the ground rats to help find the bodies, and he was responsible for carrying and collecting them.

Nearly 20,000 disciples of Tianlei Mountain were reduced to more than 10,000 corpses at this time, and many of them could not be distinguished, with only bones and flesh left. Zhang Pa flew around the mountain and brought them all to the front of Tianlei Temple.

While he was busy, the Tibetan rat sent a message saying that there was a treasure somewhere. Zhang Pa asked the Tibetan rat to mark it, and then continued to collect the bones of his fellow disciples. Three days later, all the disciples of Tianlei Mountain were displayed in front of Tianlei Temple. Zhang Pa set up a magic circle to protect the Tianlei Temple, and then went down the mountain again to buy coffins and Taoist uniforms in big cities.

Come back a few days later, change the clothes for each corpse and put them in coffins. The square in front of the Tianlei Temple is full of coffins, thousands of coffins, which look heavy and depressing, dark and dark like a silent angry sea, calm on the surface, but turbulent inside.

Lighting incense and candles, Zhang Pa performed the disciple ceremony on behalf of thousands of dead fellow disciples, and then sent them to the back mountain for burial one by one. There used to be a shrine for the dead there, where the ancestors of all generations were buried, but now it is gone. According to the original location of the shrine, a huge deep pit was dug next to it, and Zhang Pa went back and forth again and again, each time holding only one coffin for burial. In these coffins are Master Zhenmu, Master Zhenyi, Brother Hongyuan, and many more fellow disciples whose names are unknown.

When collecting the coffins, the bodies of Master Zhenru and Master Zhentian were not seen, but the broken magic weapons of the two uncles, the Anti-Heaven Treasure Mirror and the Tianlei Sword, were seen. Zhang Pa knew that it was probably because they used fire thunder to explode and die, resulting in the loss of their bodies.

Tens of thousands of coffins were buried together, covered with loess, and a huge stone tablet was erected. There was no inscription on the tablet. Zhang Pa engraved what he wanted to say in his heart, kowtowed nine times, bid farewell to his fellow disciples, and stood up and left calmly, without a trace of expression on his face.

Zangshu sent another message, still the content just now, Zhang Pa flew to check.

There is a cave in the back mountain, which is where the master's uncle Tieguan Zhenren was in seclusion. In the past, the high stone door isolated everything inside and outside, but now the stone door is broken and the inside is exposed. It is just a large room of ten meters square, with nothing else except the futon. Zangshu sent the message from the underground of this cave.

He used the earth-walking technique to dive down, and just as he entered the ground, the divine tears on his chest suddenly beat violently, as if he was very excited. Zhang Pa didn't know why and continued to dive. As he dived deeper, the divine tears beat more violently, and in the end they almost fell out of his body. Zhang Pa had to comfort him for a while before he calmed down a little.

The Tibetan rat squeaked to remind him that the treasure was right in front of him. Zhang Pa squeezed out a space in the mud around him and took out the night pearl to illuminate it. There was a silver box one meter square under his feet. There were several barriers outside the box to isolate and shade it. There were also several barriers on the box. If it weren't for the Tibetan rat, ordinary people would definitely not find it.

As soon as the box appeared, the God's Tears suddenly jumped out from his chest, passed through several barriers and pounced directly on the box. But the silver box was sealed, and the God's Tears couldn't get in, so he could only worry on the surface.

Zhang Pa knew what was in the box. It was the body of the God's Tears, the corpse of the big Fu Shen Snake that died in front of him. He raised his hand to take back the God's Tears, broke the barrier, and returned to the ground with the box.

When he returned to the ground and opened the box, it was indeed the huge white Fu Shen Snake's skeleton. The flesh was gone, leaving only the skin scales, long snake bones, jade-like eyes, and a huge spirit pearl in the brain.

They were taken out and laid flat on the ground. They were long and winding for dozens of meters, with only a few scales missing at the tail. They were taken by Master Tieguan to refine weapons. The divine tears swam along the snake bone scales, inch by inch as if caressing his body. Zhang Pa couldn't bear to watch it, and thought of the hundreds of little snakes in the beast-taming bag. After releasing them, he went outside and sat there, leaving a space for the mother and son of the Fushen Snake.

The scales of the ten thousand-year-old Fushen Snake were not easy to come by, and it was even more difficult to refine. Master Tieguan spent three years and exhausted countless treasures to refine a snake scale sword. He knew that he had no more materials to refine other magic weapons, and was afraid of causing trouble, so he dug several miles in the cave where he was in seclusion, stored them in a treasure box, and applied multiple barriers and buried them deep underground. He never thought that in the end, it was still a bargain for Zhang Pa.

Zhang Pa sat on the ground and stared at the sky. Nearly a hundred years had passed, and the Fushen Snake bones and divine tears had merged together again. Was there a destiny in the dark? But what kind of destiny was the destruction of Tianlei Mountain?

After sitting there for an unknown amount of time, the little Fushen snakes swam over from the snake bones. More than a hundred of them squeezed him tightly, and their cold eyes seemed to have emotions. The divine tears floated in front of his eyes, trembled up and down twice, and then stuck back to his chest, becoming one with him.

Zhang Pa asked in a low voice: "Can I use it to refine a magical weapon?" The divine tears on his chest beat in agreement. Zhang Pa, however, did not look happy at all. He nodded heavily and sighed, and went to collect the snake bones.

He spread his wings and flew slowly around Tianlei Mountain. He stopped in front of the Wanshou Cave for a while. There used to be a thatched cottage there. He had lived there for a long, long time. There was an eight-diagram formation in the Wanshou Cave. Now the cave is gone, and the eight-diagram formation is gone. There are still many strange and cute monsters in the cave. It was there that he saw the Fushen Snake and got more than a hundred Fushen eggs.

Looking around, Tianlei Mountain is so big, but it was destroyed just like that. There is no living person anymore. He spread his wings and flew west. There is still a home of his there, a small wooden house under a huge rock.

The wooden house is still there. Maybe it is too far away and no one lives there, so the enemies let it go. Landing in the yard, pushing open every door, revealing an empty, dusty room, it looks so dilapidated. A sentence suddenly popped up in Zhang Pa's mind. The past is unbearable to look back. I laughed at myself and couldn't look back.