Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 304

This era is developing rapidly.

In the past, too many things happened in the 99 states of the human race, and there were also many people who died in other countries.

From this, there is a lineage of exorcising corpses.

Among them, Wei Yi also played a big role in it, and for a while, all the corpses were chased away, and they all worshiped him as their ancestor.

However, as time goes by.

Especially in this day and age, exorcising corpses is basically a profession that is about to be abandoned by the times.

After all, nowadays, most of the lands and territories of the sacred mountains live together.

Even if there are people who die in foreign lands, most of them basically have to cross countless sacred mountains to find their relatives.

In such an era, how can there be such a powerful exorcist who can pass on this profession across many sacred mountains?
Say something rude.

To be able to walk among many sacred mountains, and to be able to drive corpses across endless distances, at the very least, it must be at the level of Dharma Body.

And it's top notch.

Previously, this was completely inherited by those who couldn't eat, or didn't have any skills, and had disabilities on their bodies.

It's different now.

In such an age, one can eat enough with just a casual move of the hands, how could such a thing happen?
Even if someone is born deformed or ugly, it's not bad for him.

It can be said that there is no underlying foundation.

It is difficult to pass on without supernatural powers.

When it comes to supernatural powers, they basically don't bother to do things like exorcising corpses.

After all, by this time, they themselves have stepped into the path of pursuing the Dao step by step.

What's more, there are not many corpses for them to drive away.

Now, hundreds of years have passed since the entire human race left the former ancestral territory and migrated to the ancient land.

In so many years, not only the lineage of exorcising corpses has lost its inheritance, but also many outdated dharma lineages have also lost their inheritance at this time.

After all, all the gods are attached to the demon gods on the mountains, so how can they pursue other magical powers?

Times have long since changed.

"Master, is this story true?"

"Have you really come across something so weird before?"

"It really sounds like a story."

An eight or nine-year-old doll hugged a middle-aged man in his 40s with both hands, looking very curious.

Here is a cabin.

The construction is very elegant, at least there is a small fence around the outside, clean and tidy.

Hearing what the little guy said, Xing Yun couldn't help showing a wry smile:

"Of course it's true."

"But after all, it is a story left by the ancestors who don't know how many years ago."

"It's too far away from that era now, I don't know, and I can't verify it."

"Just take it as a story."

The layout of this room is also very particular.

Everything is made of wood.

There is still incense in the room facing the east, which smells very fragrant.

It seems that there is a sacred statue.

Hearing what the master said, the little guy couldn't help but pouted:
"Where did you say that?"

"Growing up so big, I haven't seen a vixen who can transform into a human."

"Is it really so miraculous? If so, can I become an ordinary high priest in the future?"

When it comes to this, this little guy seems to be looking forward to it.

There seemed to be light in his eyes.

It was as if he was facing something he admired.

Hearing what this little guy said, Xingyun shook his head helplessly, then said with a smile:

"Your master, I have lived for so many years, and I haven't seen a vixen yet. Why do you think so much, kid?"

"Besides, there are no such mysterious spirits in this Yellow Mountain. They are all monsters with rough skin and thick flesh."

In the mountains and forests, there are many monsters.

Most of them have no intelligence at all, how can they practice and then show some magic.

Even with spiritual wisdom, most of them are far away from the tribes of the human race. Where can they see it?

Hearing what Master said, the little guy seemed a little unhappy, picked up an apple on the table, and ran outside:

"Master, I'm going to play outside first."

"I'll come find you when it's time to eat~"

After finishing speaking, the little guy had already ran out of the room, and he didn't know which corner he ran to play.

Seeing this scene, Xing Yun showed a smile on his face:

"Maybe this is fate~"

In such an age, he was able to pick up a child, which might be his fate.

The two are very close.

But thinking of what the little guy said, Xing Yun couldn't help but feel a little sad:
"The High Priest?"

"We used to have that kind of magical power..."

"..."

When thinking of this, Xing Yun couldn't help but look towards the sky, his eyes seemed to be full of melancholy.

The lineage of chasing corpses is itself a sect inheritance.

Their respective inheritances themselves have various problems, in order to leave a way for those who cannot survive.

Times have long since changed.

After hundreds of years, those inheritances that require corpses and special methods to enter Taoism have long been lost.

He is already in the lineage of exorcising corpses, the last inheritance.

But even so.

Even if he is the last inheritor, he does not have any supernatural powers.

Only a few miraculous things left by the ancestors can prove that they really had such brilliant achievements.

When thinking about this, he couldn't help but walk towards the room in the east.

"crunch~"

The door made of bamboo was quickly opened.

Looking inside, I can only see that there are all kinds of things used for sacrifices.

Especially on the innermost table.

There are two candles on it, and the lady's flame seems to be in the daytime, and you can't shine any light.

Three fragrant sticks stand upright on it.

Looking at the rough technique, it doesn't look like a joss stick made by a professional.

Walking to the side, I took out three thick incense sticks from the box next to me:
"The fragrance of grass and trees is almost gone."

"It seems that after a while, I have to go to the back mountain to find some grasses and trees and rub them to see if I can rub some more grasses and trees for fragrance."

These few sticks of incense were lit on the two oil lamps next to it, and he only inserted the three sticks of incense into the incense burner when the scent permeated the whole room again.

At this time, he couldn't help but look at the two oil lamps on the incense candle holder.

I only saw that among the two oil lamps, there was not much oil left at the moment.

Some lamp oil was scooped out from the small wooden barrel next to it.

"Crash..."

As the lamp oil entered the lampposts on the left and right sides again, the two oil lamps became even brighter.

After so many years, the ones that were once truly inherited have long since been eliminated by the times.

This in itself is superficial.

After hundreds of years of inheritance, the spells in it were lost, and only these specious etiquettes were preserved.

Thinking about that altar.

I saw three different plates of melons and fruits placed on the table.

There is an oil lamp on the left and right sides respectively.

The most important one is an incense burner made of clay, in which three incense sticks are floating in all directions.

As for the direction of the gods, there are neither clay statues nor specially marked gods.

Only a somewhat yellowed parchment was hung on that wall.

On the parchment was a proud figure in Taoist robes with his back turned to them.

Although they have lost their heritage.

And I don't know how many years ago, they no longer know the supernatural powers and spells they used to have.

But in any case, when anyone sees this picture, they can't help but fall in love with it.

All the stories that have been told are considered true when they see this picture.

There seemed to be a real magic to it.

Xing Yun has been looking at this painting since he was a child, but unfortunately, it is only a back view after all.

And I don't know which patriarch's technique made this painting go in a more freehand direction.

If there is no such unique charm, who can see who is in this painting?
Looking at the painting again, Xing Yun couldn't help but say:
"Grandfather, grandpa, grandpa, master."

"Our lineage, now I don't know how long it has been broken."

"When will your old man be able to show his spirit and let our lineage shine again?"

Thinking of the greatest wish of his master and ancestor before death, which was to restore the glory of the corpse-killing lineage, Xing Yun couldn't help but sigh.

How can this be something he can do?

Since he was a child, he has only listened to his master and master about the splendor of his ancestors from generation to generation.

If he hadn't been taught by his master since he was a child, he would have already discarded this false inheritance by this time.

Nothing, what can he do?

Just relying on those few talisman papers?

When thinking of this, Xing Yun couldn't help but respectfully took out a small box from under the parchment.

Opening the small box, I saw only two pieces of golden talisman paper inside:
"There are only two left~"

This thing is used once less.

When the last two talisman papers are used up, maybe the inheritance of their lineage will be cut off from him.

I feel a little unwilling to think about it.

He also grew up listening to the legendary stories of his ancestors.

Who doesn't want to indulge in cloud nine?

Who can't fly in the sky and look down on the whole world?
In the entire sacred mountain, those who practiced have become the high priests of a village, worshiping the demon gods on the mountain one by one.

Although the possibility of worshiping the demon god is very small, it is better than the current inheritance that is not worthy of the name.

He really can't see the future.

When thinking of this, he can't help kneeling on the round futon in front of him.

The whole person kowtowed firmly.

This movement is so familiar, it seems that I don't know how many times I have done it.

Sometimes he is in pain too.

The legendary patriarch is a powerful figure with great powers.

Even shouting their names in the mouth can be heard by people of this level and respond.

But the most painful thing is this.

As long as the ancestor can pass down a name, he dared to ask the ancestor to show his spirit, but in the end he paid by mistake.

It doesn't seem to be an inherited supernatural spell, but the so-called inheritance of belief.

And this kind of inheritance seems to be unknown how far it can be passed on.

At this moment, when he didn't see it, the parchment on it seemed to show a little bit of fluorescence.

Immediately afterwards, only a gentle voice sounded suddenly:

"If you can really get the inheritance, what will you do?"

Seemingly subconsciously, upon hearing this sentence, Xingyun said without thinking:
"Practice spells and pass on the lineage."

"We must carry forward the inheritance of the ancestors and live up to the expectations of the ancestors!"

However, after he finished speaking, he realized that besides her, was there another person in the room?

He was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and looked forward.

All I saw was a floating figure, who suddenly walked out of the parchment, and walked directly into reality from the scroll.

Looking up, I saw that there was no trace on the parchment, only a blank piece of paper remained:
"Grandfather!!!"

Xing Yun couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

Is this really the patriarch's manifestation?
These days, is the patriarch really capable of manifesting spirits?

At his age, he has already passed the time of delusion, but at this moment, he can't help but feel a surge of emotion.

Because standing in front of him was his old ancestor who didn't know how many generations ago! !

Thinking of this, Xing Yun couldn't help kneeling even more thoroughly, his whole head bang bang to the bottom, the floor vibrated:
"Disciple Xingyun has met Patriarch!"

In front of the disciple who has been kowtowing for so many generations, Wei Yi couldn't help sighing:

"Ah~"

His incarnation came out alone, originally to verify one thing.

However, before he reached his destination, he felt an extremely strong thought in a sacred mountain on the way.

The most outrageous thing is that the idea of ​​incense seems to be vaguely pointing at him.

As a last resort, he could only come down and take a look.

Who would have thought that the dharma lineage he had accidentally left behind, now there is only this trace of incense?
And there is no legacy.

This is really quite frustrating.

But now that we have met, and more or less have something to do with him, Wei Yi will naturally not do nothing:

"Since you are the only one left, let's practice hard."

"Although Pindao just did it at will at the beginning, but you have such a firm heart for Taoism, Pindao naturally cannot refuse."

"Come forward~"

Hearing what Wei Yi said, Xing Yun immediately became excited, and then took a step forward.

In the next instant, a finger suddenly pointed to the place of his altar.

"Wong~"

A series of spiritual lights flashed, and it seemed that the inheritance left by many predecessors had been left in his spirit platform.

At this moment, Xing Yun slowly opened his eyes, but when he found out what he was doing at the moment, he couldn't help being stunned:
"This……"

Because he found that he was still in the same action as he had just lit the joss stick.

Qingxiang was not even inserted into the stove, so why talk about the many actions after that?
This is like a dream in Nankeyi.

However, why are there so many mysterious magic powers in his spiritual altar?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but looked up at the entire altar, only to see that the original painting on the altar had changed.

Originally, it was just a figure from the back in Taoist robes.

At this moment, that figure has turned around and turned into a Taoist Xiaoyao standing with his hands behind his back!

Seeing this, how could he not understand what happened?
The whole person quickly bowed down and shouted in his mouth:
"Thank you Patriarch for leaving the inheritance."

"From now on, this disciple must work hard to cultivate, honor the lintel of the gate, and will not let the patriarch be ashamed!"

(End of this chapter)