The child-like Taoist was closed, but a low and loud voice echoed in the ancestral hall.

"The deity talisman was created by the founder of my Void Taoist Sect. It is specially used to prevent our unique knowledge of the Void Taoist Sect from falling into the hands of others. Unless a generation of divine emperors takes action, who can untie that divine pattern?"

The mountain-like pressure pressed over the old man's head. A few drops of sweat oozed out of his head. He quickly spoke: "The process of the devil's rebuke talisman being broken is very strange. It seems that there is no external force to resolve the talisman, as if... it was wiped out of thin air."

"Erase..." The child Taoist's eyebrows were slightly frowned, pondered for a while, and asked again:

"Where is that Taoist sign now?"

The old man paused and slowly spoke, "I... can't find it."

"Can't find it?" The child Taoist voice rose, and the pressure on the old man was a little bigger, almost crushing him directly.

"It seems...not in this world!"

The child Taoist was slightly stunned, then waved his hand to disperse the pressure pressing on the old man and spoke lightly:

"Maybe it was because I fell into a forbidden area of ​​life, and my supreme power erased its existence. For nothing more, let's stop here."

The old man then breathed a sigh of relief and replied respectfully: "Yes, the head."

...

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The dull bell echoed throughout Gou Chen, and this death knell has not been ringing for several years.

Ji Qianming tidied up the corners of his clothes, tightened his tie, looked at himself in the mirror in a black suit, and listened to the bell of mourning, a sense of sadness filled his heart.

He opened the door, and Hanyuhara and Zhang Fan, who were also wearing black suits, had been waiting in the living room for a long time, with a solemn expression. Shiraki Shira, who usually never sleeps, was placed in the room by him and did not carry it with him.

Because today is the funeral of the King of the Underworld!

"Let's go." Zhang Fan saw Ji Qianming stepping out and spoke softly.

"Um."

Several people walked through the rugged mountain road and came to the top of Gouchen Academy, the Mingbei Forest, which tells stories that no one knows.

It was not until this moment that Ji Qianming realized that there were so many people in Gouchen Academy.

Since it was the funeral of the Mingjun, Gouchen Academy issued a notice a long time ago that all Gouchen personnel who had no important matters had to rush back to attend, which led to the seniors who had been traveling around for many years or were indifferent to research all appeared today.

Looking roughly, there were at least two hundred people.

Of course, most of them are personnel from logistics, R&D, intelligence and other departments without leaves, and all black suits are surrounded by seriousness and tragic spirits.

In front of everyone, there was a black inscription stele standing before the inscription steles. The placement of the inscriptions in the forest was very particular. The inscriptions in the front row were all inscriptions of the Four Emperors of China who had been killed in battle for thousands of years. Behind were the inscriptions of the Quasi-Emperor, and behind were the inscriptions of the mentors and students.

Ji Qianming walked to the dark inscription and found that more than a dozen people were surrounding the inscription, either crying in a daze, or clenching their fists. It seemed that they were all students taught by Fatty Cui over the years.

Some of them were over thirty years old, and some were in their early twenties. Ji Qianming saw Park Jimin, Qingya, Yun Yi and others in it. He was silent for a while and walked forward slowly.

"Ji Qianming." Yun Yi saw Ji Qianming and patted his shoulder gently, his eyes were red, "Please give the teacher a bouquet of flowers."

Ji Qianming nodded, took a bouquet of white flowers in his hand, and walked lightly to Fatty Cui's inscription, fearing that it would disturb his rest.

When he got closer, Ji Qianming saw the details of the inscription clearly. There was a black and white photo of Fatty Cui smiling in the center, and three cold fonts were engraved below.

[Cui Hanqi].

Ji Qianming looked at the familiar and unfamiliar name and continued to look down.

[Gou Chen Mingjun, the holy teacher in the world].

These eight characters are made of gold-plated rolled prints, and the font is domineering. The first four characters are identity, and the last four characters are respectful titles.

Ji Qianming was stunned when he looked at these eight words, and the scene of Fatty Cui standing with his hands behind his back appeared in his heart. The emotions hidden in his heart for a long time rolled again, with tears in his eyes.

Going further down, there is the life of King Ming, a dense crowd. The first half describes how to bravely kill the cultivators in the divine world, and the second half describes how to teach and educate people, and there are many students all over the world.

Ji Qianming looked over word by word, afraid of missing any details. Fatty Cui entered Gou Chen when he was sixteen years old. At that time, he was still a bullied little fat man. Because the danger level of the Netherworld was too high, he could not control it at all. After accidentally awakening his ability, he was extremely frightened. He ran to the police station to ask them to lock himself up to prevent others from being injured by accident.

Later, he was taken back to Gou Chen and learned how to control his abilities. The current principal Gou Chen, Emperor Yan Zhang Jingyan, was his same period and the only two remaining people in their period until now. A few years later, Fatty Cui made achievements in his studies and made many achievements. His reputation in the divine world is enough to stop the baby from crying.

Later he served as a freshman tutor and later became the director of teaching. Half of the young people in Gou Chen were basically his students, and it can be said that flowers bloom everywhere.

After reading these, Ji Qianming looked at the last short paragraph.

On December 25, 2018, he fought the Demon Wolf Fenrier and was killed by Peter the Dark Church. Peter is now dead at the hands of a mysterious man.

The so-called mysterious man naturally refers to Ji Qianming.

"Teacher... have a good journey." Ji Qianming squatted slowly, put the bouquet in his hand in front of the inscription, and whispered.

There were many people coming to worship later, and Ji Qianming could only stand on one side like other seniors. He looked up and found three figures standing on the other side.

The military king Chen Shanshan, the Taoist king Huang Shaojie, and the old man in the health care store who had met Ji Qianming.

Ji Qianming leaned into Yun Yi's ear and asked in confusion: "Senior, who is over there, is that one of our five kings of Gou Chen? Who is he?"

Yun Yi followed Ji Qianming's gaze and then replied: "That is the 'Black Lord', 'Black Lord' Qin Mo. It is said that he was seriously injured a long time ago and lived in seclusion in recuperation. Now that the teacher is dead, he will temporarily take over the position of director of teaching when he comes back."

Ji Qianming nodded slightly, then asked, "Why are there only three quasi-emperors? Where is there another quasi-emperor?"

Now Ji Qianming has known four of Gou Chen’s Five Lords, and there is still the last one left, and he hasn’t even heard of it much, so he is very curious.

"There is another 'Moon Lord' who seems to be stuck in the divine realm because of a certain mission, and he should not be able to come back." Yun Yi replied.
Chapter completed!