Alfred put away the notebook and sat up straight. Since he accompanied the young master to leave the Allen Manor, his clothes are no longer so beautiful and gorgeous, and he will deliberately choose some ordinary clothes to match, but his figure and temperament are not the same. It is very good, even ordinary clothes can be dressed in style on him, especially when compared with the two Pique and Dingcombe sitting opposite, the contrast will be more obvious.

His eyes moved away from the old Saman lying in the coffin, and fell on the young master who was driving the hearse. Alfred sighed in his heart:

"All destiny has already been marked by God in secret."

It's just that he didn't write it down in the notebook.

Although he has always treated the young master as a god, he knows that the core idea in the young master's black notebook is a criticism of God.

He regards the young master as a **** because he is not clear for the time being, what specific title should be used for the existence above gods.

Of course, after following the young master, he gradually completed the transformation of "God" from a noun to an adjective.

After passing the intersection in front of you, you will arrive at Qingteng Cemetery, but at the intersection, there is a group of figures wearing blue robes, who should come, they will always come.

Karen stopped the hearse and turned on the headlights. The group of Pamireth believers were saluting towards the hearse with a pious gesture. .

"Is the prestige of your teaching in Pamireth so high?" Karen asked behind him.

"Where does the prestige come from, it is nothing more than better craftsmanship, and the ability to create something that others can't create;

In addition, one did not make any outstanding contributions to the church, and two did not leave any memorable stories in the church.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to have been a cemetery administrator for thirty years without moving a single 'relative'. "

Karen pointed to the front and said, "This scene is difficult to match with what you said."

"I guess it should be something I left in the messenger space back then. Because of this war, the messenger space was fully operated and it was revealed. Only then did they know, oh, it turns out that there was a person in my teaching. A true genius."

"I think the word genius is generally used for young people, or people who look young."

"This is your prejudice. In the long history, each of us appears to be very young." Old Saman raised his hand, and Alfred, who was sitting next to him, gave him a cigarette, and then helped him After lighting it, the old man took a puff of cigarette and said, "Step on the accelerator and rush over. The older you get, the more you can't see or hear this."

"Afraid of being soft-hearted?"

"I'm afraid of being sick, after all, I've had enough to eat."

"You are really difficult to serve." Karen shook his head, "Obviously, I have always been thinking about the divine religion in my heart, and now the divine religion has given you enthusiasm, but you have this attitude."

"What I treasure is my past, because in my past there was Pamireth.

But you made me accept it again and integrate into it, not to mention that they can't represent the Pamireth in my heart now, even if it is exactly the same and has not changed in the slightest, then what have I been doing in the past 30 years?

There's no way to start over. It's better to keep some memories from the past. I don't even dare to live longer, for fear that after a few days of living, I'll find out that the good memories of my past are also adulterated with fakes. "

"I understand, you are treating the religion as your ex-wife."

"Heh, hahahaha."

Old Samant smiled happily.

Karen restarted the hearse and continued to drive forward. The group of Pamireth priests in front slowly moved away, and there was no such a situation of swearing to death. Finally, at the gate of Qingteng Cemetery, Delhi appeared. Uz's figure.

The scars on his forehead are still clear, but he is not on crutches, and he still stands there well. It seems that the treatment methods of the church hospital are indeed miraculous. Ordinary people have suffered such serious injuries as yesterday and did not lie in bed for more than half a month. Can't get out of bed.

The hearse continued to drive forward, and Derius still stood there motionless.

Karen feels that this Lord God Son really doesn't know how to ask for help and is not good at social relations. In fact, the old man is very easy to coax. If you don't come up, just kowtow to show your belief or something. It's better to bring a bottle of wine and a bag. The wine and vegetables changed into casual clothes and came to find him for a late night snack.

After all, Derius is like the child of his ex-wife to old Samant, and he must have feelings, um, even if the child is not blood related to him.

Unsurprisingly, Lord Kamiko was hit by the front of the car, and the hearse drove past him, but the chassis of the hearse was high enough. After driving over, Karen took a special look at the rear-view mirror, and Lord Kamiko was getting up from the ground.

The gate of the cemetery was unlocked, and Karen didn't park any more, but drove the hearse directly and pushed the gate open with the front of the car.

"This is over." Old Saman complained.

Karen patted the steering wheel and said, "I plan to change the hearse."

team leader

Said that he would use the coupons to exchange for a "VIP car". He was not as ambitious as the captain, but it was no problem to change to a high-end hearse.

"What I care about is my door." Old Saman said.

"It's all about the people who are going to be buried, so they still care about that." Karen didn't care, and asked as he drove inward along the path in the cemetery, "Where is the tomb?"

"Turn right, in the northwest corner."

"You like silence so much?"

"The main reason is that I am too familiar with the residents here. I am afraid that the big guy will be too warm after I move in. It's better to be quiet. I want to lie down by myself when I am quiet, and come out to visit when I am bored."

Karen looked at the rear-view mirror and found that the people from Pamireth's teaching were all standing at the entrance of the cemetery. No one followed. They probably knew that if they followed up in the cemetery, they would enjoy the same day they did yesterday. Treated like a god.

When the tomb arrived, Karen got out of the car, and Old Saman also stood in front of Karen.

It was very empty, surrounded by empty tombs. Old Saman stood by Karen's side and stretched constantly. He probably knew that the space after lying in the coffin was cramped.

Karen suggested, "Would you like to go to the bathroom first?"

"That's a good offer, but it's too far. You should have stopped by the door and let me go back to the house."

Karen pointed to the front and said, "Just find a place in the haystack, let's turn our backs."

"This is where I want to sleep forever. Who would be comfortable in my bedroom? Even your dog knows this."

"My dog? Have you seen it?"

"Yes, a very smart golden retriever, but his forehead is a bit bald."

"There's no other word to describe it than clever?"

"How else do you want me to describe it, say it's as smart as a human being, after all, it's just a dog."

"Well, yes, it's just a dog after all."

Alfred helped Pique and Dingcombe to transport the coffin of old Saman down and put it into the grave pit dug in advance.

Old Saman began to pace around the coffin, and from time to time motioned Alfred and the others to adjust the angle of the coffin. Probably, very few people were able to request these details during the burial.

However, the old Saman did not waste time deliberately, because he had enough courage to face death in his heart.

"It's time to start..."

Speaking of this, Old Saman suddenly turned his head and looked back,

"Unexpectedly, an uninvited guest came."

"Outside the cemetery?" Karen asked.

"Yes, outside the cemetery, he dare not come in."

"Bishop Byrne?"

"Well, it's him."

"Are you going to see him?"

"Let's go and see, you can't show your timidity before dying, and I also have a lot of words that I want to scold him."

"Then we are here waiting for your return."

"Don't worry, it won't take too long."

Old Samant took a step forward, his figure distorted, and then disappeared.

At the entrance of the cemetery, the people of Pamireth's sect had been arranged to go away. Originally, only Derius was left standing there stubbornly, until a black circle of light appeared beside him. His father, Get out of it.

Today's Bishop Bern is not wearing a robe, but a gray sweater, supporting a brown cane.

Looking at his son who only knew how to stand here stupidly, Bishop Byrne sighed:

"It's not enough for you to do this."

"But I feel that is the only way to represent my faith and respect."

"Who do you believe in and who do you respect?"

"God Pamireth," Derius replied forcefully.

"Haha." Bishop Byrne smiled, "But the person you are going to face may have already degenerated into his faith and respect. To a certain extent, he can even be called an apostate, but he is only an apostate. Choose to escape rather than rip apart violently."

"I can feel that his piety is still there."

"It's of course, but it's certainly not the only thing, it's where you need to improve;

Maybe at first your life environment made you suspicious and suspicious. In this state, you achieved rapid maturity, but at the same time, you also became tired and naive, and you longed to embrace a pure spiritual world. with social relationships, but that's not realistic.

Even, the way you think is right will cause the other party's disgust, which is why you were beaten yesterday. "

"Then what should I...how do I do?"

"Sweep the floor, cook, and chat."

Derius turned his head to look at his father, looking like he was asking: Are you serious?

Bishop Byrne smiled and said: "To deal with older people, these

Rather the most useful. "

"Who are you talking about getting older?"

Old Saman's figure appeared at the gate, staring at Bishop Byrne.

Bishop Byrne touched Derius' head and said, "I'm just teaching children how to honor their elders."

"If you don't have this heart, it's useless to pretend."

Bishop Byrne shook his head and said: "Many old people in the world know that their children are good to them for the sake of family property, but they are happy to pretend they don't know."

"I'm not like them."

"But I don't think it makes any difference. You and I will both grow old."

"I'm getting old, but you don't seem to have changed, you are still the same as before, insidious, cunning and shameless."

"I'm very happy to hear you say that." Bishop Byrne pushed Derius forward, "Anyway, he is the current **** son of your Pamireth sect, no accident, and will also be the future leader of the church. , I think, you should leave something for him."

"The nest has already been occupied by you, and you are still thinking about something that has long been a lonely bird. You father and son have the same thick skin."

Derius said sincerely: "Mr. Saman, it was the elders of the church who discovered something you left in the messenger space. You know, many of my teaching traditions have been broken over the years. Now that you have mastered it, I will Hope you can pass them on."

"I have no obligation to do so."

"It's for Pamireth to teach."

"Pamireth is already yours."

"You should not question my devotion to the **** Pamireth."

Hearing his son say these words, Bishop Byrne couldn't help closing his eyes.

"If God really saw this scene, you and your father, body and soul, would be swept up in the stationery and banned forever!"

"Mr. Salman, I'm here to make a request on behalf of the Pamireth Cult. I hope you can think for the sake of the Cult and the future of the Cult..."

"Buzz!"

Old Saman appeared in front of Derius and kicked Derius.

Bishop Byrne also appeared in front of his son, and stopped Old Samant's foot with a cane. The blue and black light and shadow quickly collided at this time, and finally all dissipated.

Old Salman stared at Bishop Byrne's face and said word by word: "Your son is very smart, but your son is very stupid."

"He's still young after all."

"It's not wrong to be young, but since you are young, you should stand in the back and stay in the back, instead of going to the front and relying on your youth to say so much annoying nonsense!"

Derius took out a scroll inlaid with sapphire from the cuff of his robe, and said, "I have the decree of the leader here."

"what."

Old Samant smiled and looked at Derius,

"Are you sure you want to open the teaching of the leader? Are you sure you want me to start doubting the identity of the leader now?"

Derius was stunned.

Seeing the change in his expression, Old Saman's eyes began to turn red.

Bishop Byrne reached out and grabbed Derius by the shoulder, leading him back quickly.

"Ha ha ha ha ha…"

Old Salman looked at Bishop Byrne who had retreated and asked:

"Why, don't you come in and sit?"

"I didn't think about going in. After all, facing a dying person, there are too many uncertainties."

"You think I'll take you to the funeral? You're thinking too well. I don't want to have something filthier than a toilet in the place where I'm lying after I die."

"Who knows." Bishop Byrne smiled slightly, "but you should leave something."

"The things that should be left, I have already left them in the messenger space. It will take a few decades to slowly explore and solve them. I don't owe Pamireth anything, let alone the **** of order. I now I just want to die. If you are not willing to give me the peace of death, then I am looking forward to what will happen next.

So take your disgusting son out of my sight and don't disturb my quiet to die vibe. "

Bishop Byrne nodded and said, "Okay."

"roll!"

The old Saman figure dissipated.

Derius said: "What he left in the messenger space is indeed as he said. It will take decades to crack and master. He is a space genius who has been hidden all the time."

"Lord God, I'm curious about one thing."

"Sir Bishop, you said."

"Have you seen the contents of the teaching master's manual in your hand?"

"Master Jiao Zun asked Mr. Shaman to open it in person, but I haven't seen it."

Bishop Byrne frowned slightly when he heard this, and said, "Open it now."

"But…"

"It's impossible for you to see him again."

Derius pursed his lips and opened the hand letter. When the scroll was laid out, the figure of the leader was projected.

But the figure of the leader did not persuade or appease,

After only a short sentence was said, it disappeared immediately:

"Go on."

…

Karen saw old Saman come back and found that his back was even more hunched than before.

"I guess I don't feel more comfortable after scolding."

Old Saman nodded and said, "But don't scold me, I feel my back is very numb even when I lie in the coffin."

Karen looked at the time and said, "Can we start?"

"You are too embarrassed to urge you to die?"

"I want to go back to bed early."

"Okay, let's get started."

Old Samant walked to his coffin and started the ceremony. The ceremony was very simple. It should be similar to the "Space Banishment" ceremony, which is a traditional process taught by Pamireth.

After the ceremony, the old Saman began to give himself a eulogy:

"I originally thought that the first half of my life was exciting enough to accommodate the dullness of the second half of my life, but in the end I realized that it was all upside down.

I don't know how to sum up my life, it's like a dream, I thought I let it go, but I still carry it on my shoulders, thinking I can see clearly, but in fact, I have been covering my eyes, and I still use I blocked it with my own hand.

If you can do it again,

I don't want to think, I don't want to wander, I don't want to hesitate;

I want to be free and easy, I want to be free, I want to be capricious;

pity,

There is no chance to do it again. "

At the end of the speech, Old Saman opened his palm with his fingernails, and blood dripped into the coffin. The next moment, the blue light of the location of the tomb appeared. Here, a teleportation circle was buried deep.

"After I die, my corpse and this coffin will be sent back into the unknown space and will no longer be able to follow. I want to give myself the last link of the funeral, in the true sense... space exile."

Hearing this sentence, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Alfred's complexion changed, the body was about to be teleported away?

Karen asked calmly: "I heard that space also has coordinates. If you look for it according to the initial coordinates, you should be able to find it."

"Hehe, but I don't know where the coordinates are, and I don't want to know, let alone no one." Old Saman shouted with open arms, "because, I just want to end me like a dog in the most sloppy way. life."

The voice just fell,

Old Samman stretched out his hand, and the coffin lid floated up;

Immediately afterwards, a blue flame suddenly ignited on his body, and then the flame disappeared. In an instant, he cut off all the life functions of his body.

Immediately, the body fell backward and fell into the coffin, and the coffin lid also fell and closed.

The blue light instantly completely wrapped the coffin, a huge star appeared, and then disappeared in an instant, along with the coffin containing the body of old Saman.

at this moment,

In a cave in the messenger space, a group of Pamireth sect elders and scholars who were desperately deciphering the notes on the wall were surprised to find that the clues that would have taken time and effort to unravel a little bit began to rearrange, The answer is fully presented. There are many space spells and forging spells that have been lost for a long time.

at the same time,

In the master bedroom compartment in the backyard of the Pavaro Funeral Society, a golden retriever was lying in the kennel. The dog's paws were fiddling with a delicate compass, and the rows of pointers on it were rapidly turning with the dog's paws.

"Wang!"

(He actually treats me like a dog!)