Chapter 11 Wooden Tablet: After a person dies, someone must remember him.
It was impossible for Yun Wanzhou not to recognize that this was the aura of the Nightmare Stone, not to mention that he had a talisman on his forehead, which made him sensitive to the Nightmare Stone.
Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and applied spiritual power to remove the aura of the Nightmare Stone from the Broken Snow Sword and put it back into the sheath.
Xie Wuyang asked knowingly, "Master, is there anything special about this thing?"
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips and said, "It's the Nightmare Stone."
This proves that their speculation that Lao Zhang's resurrection was related to the Nightmare Stone was correct.
Yun Wanzhou stood aside without saying a word, and his gaze towards Lao Zhang was like white snow that would melt at the touch of a finger, cold and shallow, yet revealing a hint of compassion.
Even if Xie Wuyang picked up Lao Zhang's body, the bloody limbs still could not be put back together.
At the moment the monster disappeared, the part of Lao Zhang that remained in the monster's body also disappeared.
It's a pity that he had never done anything evil in his life, but ended up with his body torn to pieces.
Yun Wanzhou stared at the corpse in silence for a long time before saying, "Bury it."
Xie Wuyang came back to his senses, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
Could it be that Yun Wanzhou, a person who regards everything as nothing, could be so kind?
I don’t know if Yun Wanzhou was as kind-hearted as he is now when I died.
The two men finally buried Lao Zhang's body in the wasteland at the entrance of the village. Yun Wanzhou gathered his spiritual power into the Broken Snow Sword and swung it, cutting a hole of medium depth.
Xie Wuyang was standing aside at the time, staring at Lao Zhang's corpse in a daze. He didn't have time to dodge and was choked by the sudden dust.
Xie Wuyang raised his head in surprise and met Yun Wanzhou's gaze.
There seemed to be a look of apology in Yun Wanzhou's eyes. His lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something, but when he met Xie Wuyang's gaze, he suddenly stopped talking.
Xie Wuyang really couldn't stand Yun Wanzhou's appearance, so he suppressed his dissatisfaction and concentrated on placing Lao Zhang's body in the pit.
Glancing sideways, a wooden tablet beside him caught his eye. Xie Wuyang casually asked, "Master, since we don't know Lao Zhang's name, should we erect a tablet without any words on it?"
"No," Yun Wanzhou shook his head, convinced, "Chen Ziyi knows."
Xie Wuyang paused and laughed, "Then Old Zhang is really lucky."
After a person dies, someone must remember him.
Xie Wuyang had only seen one inscriptionless monument in his life. He stayed there every day. Even if it was a peach blossom pastry made by the other party, Xie Wuyang could still recall what it tasted like, but he had forgotten the other party's appearance and name.
We parted when we were young, and when we met again, all that was left was a skeleton in the hall.
At that time, the orb in the Demon Clan's main hall was covered in dust and surrounded by spider webs. Xie Wuyang picked up the bones on the ground, put them in his arms, and in front of many elders, he chose a piece of land with a beautiful view in the Demon Clan and buried them.
Later, the bones were buried. Xie Wuyang looked at the wooden tablet and hesitated for a long time. Just as he started to carve the word "Thank you", he stared at the empty tablet and started to have a headache again.
He couldn't even remember the name of the previous Demon Lord's wife.
Xie Wuyang raised his hand and crossed out the engraved word "Thank you", threw it aside, and asked the demon soldier following behind him to find a new one.
In fact, the demons had not seen the sun for a long time, so there was no Feng Shui treasure land there. It was just that Xie Wuyang picked a place farthest from the border and away from the blood of war.
Later, when he was building the Holy Tomb, he was afraid of disturbing the peace of the underground people, so he deliberately cleared out a piece of land. He built the outside magnificently, and did not even replace the simple, wordless tombstone inside.
What Xie Wuyang had not expected was that, in the end, the Holy Burial Tomb that he had spent so much effort to build would become the origin of a great war in the world of cultivation.
Adding the last handful of soil to Lao Zhang's grave brought an end to his chaotic first half of life.
Xie Wuyang stood up, brushed the dirt off his hands, and returned to his normal expression.
Yun Wanzhou picked up the wooden tablet on the ground and placed it on the grave.
Just as he turned to leave, Xie Wuyang suddenly remembered the bet he had made with Yun Wanzhou before he came.
Perhaps because he looked down on the promise made by a low-level disciple, Yun Wanzhou didn't even tell him what he wanted.
While thinking, Xie Wuyang glanced sideways at the person beside him, but found that Yun Xianzun frowned slightly, lowered his eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking.
It’s best not to remember.
He didn't want Yun Wanzhou to have any more evidence against him.
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The reason why Dashipo is called Dashipo is because the whole village is built around the stone slope.
There are grass, trees, birds and animals on the stone slope.
It was on this stone slope that Old Zhang had the accident.
The two men stopped in an area with lush grass.
A sapling nearby that hadn't grown tall yet was cut down by someone, and the broken part showed the mark of the axe.
From a distance, Xie Wuyang saw that there was a dent in the dry and yellow grass, as if it had been pressed down by something.
If Xie Wuyang didn't know why Yun Wanzhou came here at the beginning, he understood everything when he saw the scene in front of him.
This should be where Chen Ziyi found Lao Zhang.
Yun Wanzhou stroked the broken part of the sapling.
Xie Wuyang walked to the collapsed grass, half squatted down, grabbed a handful of dry grass and looked at it carefully.
He was absolutely certain that Lao Zhang's death must have been caused by the monster sucking his soul dry, but Lao Zhang's resurrection was still puzzling.
If it is really related to the Nightmare Stone, then are there any remnants of the Nightmare Stone here?
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang injected a trace of spiritual power into the dry grass, and a ray of light flashed gently on the dry grass.
Although it was only a little bit, it was enough to surprise Xie Wuyang.
The talisman on Yun Wanzhou's forehead was made of the aura of the nightmare stone left in the forbidden attic. Xie Wuyang's current spiritual power was not enough to support this talisman, but he had read in a book that for some talismans, weakening the spiritual power would weaken the corresponding effect, but would not affect the root cause.
Although the spiritual power injected into the dead grass was only a little bit, it could provide Xie Wuyang with some vague direction.
Xie Wuyang quietly stuffed the dry grass into his belt and fastened it, pretending to be nonchalant. "Master, have you discovered anything?"
"The aura of the Nightmare Stone is very strong here. I suspect that Lao Zhang's resurrection is closely related to the Nightmare Stone."
Xie Wuyang glanced sideways and asked, "Then Master, could you possibly figure out where the Nightmare Stone is?"
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