Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 131
It lasted for 120 years and lasted for eight years!
There are severe floods in the south of the Yangtze River and heavy rains in March. The country is thousands of miles away and floods occur frequently.

Since ancient times, water and fire have been merciless, and the victims have been displaced. Hundreds of thousands or millions of victims, like locusts, gnaw on everything they can see.

Jinhua Mansion, Dongyang County, Wangjia Village!
boom--

There was a sudden thunderstorm, fierce electric snakes, pouring rain, muddy yellow mud, and countless mud splashes.

Hundreds of people from Wangjia Village, men, women, old and young, from the octogenarians to the infants, all gathered on the banks of the Nanjiang River.

The Nanjiang River is dim, the tides are surging, and it has been raining for days, causing the water level of the Nanjiang River to continue to rise.

The rising water level made all the Wang clan members look increasingly chaotic.

After a hundred days of heavy rain, yellow muddy water continuously washed away the river bank. The soil on the river bank became softer and collapsed into the water of the Nanjiang River.

"God may not bless my Wang family!!"

The village elder of Wang's village was leaning on a dove stick. He had a desperate look on his face, and his emaciated body had an aura of decay.

The continuous heavy rain has left thousands of miles of water in the south of the Yangtze River. Even the words are filled with thick water vapor, which makes people frown.

Raindrops the size of soybeans hit the village elder's pale hair. The wet hair scattered and fell, and the village elder's eyes became a little watery.

"Yo! Hey!"

"Yo! Hey!"

Dozens of farmers, regardless of the muddy yellow mud, all shouted slogans in unison, carried it to a wooden platform, and carefully placed it on the riverside.

This wooden platform is about two or three feet high and eight or nine feet wide. There are three animals and four sacrifices on it. The roasted and slightly blackened pig's head, sheep's head, and cow's head are neatly placed.

bump--

The altar fell to the ground, mud soup splashed up, and the trousers and clothes corners of several farm men were already covered with yellow mud.

A mahogany tablet is placed among the three sacrifices and four sacrifices, signed: Nanjiang Xianzhaojun!

The village elder's cloudy pupils were staring at this mahogany statue. Hundreds of villagers around him were waiting for the village elder's words.

He stretched out his hand to catch the raindrops. After a while, he collected some rainwater in his palm and looked at the rippling water waves in his palm.

The village elder shouted hoarsely, "Sacrifice to Grandpa Dragon King!"

"Sacrifice to Grandpa Dragon King!!"

The farmer men shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Sacrifice to Grandpa Dragon King!!"

Women, children, old and weak, all the villagers present were shouting in unison.

Thunder roared, and a skinny middle-aged man walked out of the crowd, passed the village elder step by step, and walked to the edge of the altar.

The middle-aged man was wearing a Confucian shirt and a feather scarf, but the pudding on his body made him look a little decadent.

"Proclamation of the Nanjiang Dragon Lord's Message..."

The man took out a scroll of bamboo slips from his sleeve, slowly unfolded the slips, with some excitement on his face, and chanted loudly.

The thunderstorm crackled, hitting the bamboo slips, splashing water, and even the slightest mist rising.

The village elder stood aside with his dove stick, ignoring the mud and sewage on the ground, and knelt down resolutely.

Hundreds of villagers knelt down one after another, kowtowing and praying incessantly.

The words of prayer are neat and tidy, and they are recited from the mouth of the middle-aged man. They are swaying with the wind and rain all the way, and they don't know where they are going.

"...Grandpa Dragon King!!"

The prayers of hundreds of villagers, which were filled with profound wishes, seemed very weak in the wind and rain.

The water of the Nanjiang River is as always, mercilessly impacting both banks. The fine sand gradually sinks into the river. Taking advantage of the wind and rain, the water level on both banks slowly rises.

The feeling of helplessness and despair became stronger and stronger in the hearts of hundreds of Wang family villagers.

When Xun Shaoyu woke up, he saw such a desperate scene.

The rain penetrated Xun Shaoyu's body and splashed on the ground.

"Am I already...dead in this life?"

Xun Shaoyu looked at Yuzhong indifferently, the distorted faces that were almost desperate, looking at the grandfather and uncle in Yuan's memory, there was no trace of emotion in his expression.

Hundreds of villagers kowtowed and prayed, but Xun Shaoyu stood silently, like a green pine and old cypress, with the rain passing over Xun Shaoyu's body.He opened his palm slightly, and a drop of rain passed directly through the illusory palm and fell directly on the ground.

In this life, Xun Shaoyu awakened his memory at the moment when his original body was on the verge of death.

However, this is useless!
Xun Shaoyu's newly awakened body did not have the strength to drag down nine oxen, nor the martial arts to connect the muscles, bones, skin and membranes. He was just a weak and dying village boy.

However, Xun Shaoyu's original body had been seriously ill for a long time, and the cold poison had penetrated deep into the bone marrow, making it absolutely hopeless.

Even if he had an eighth-grade weapon like Shi Jing, he would not be able to avoid the embarrassment of running out of energy and making it difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without straw.

Therefore, after two or three days of struggling, he was bedridden for several days without drinking a drop of water or rice, and he breathed his last in frustration.

"We are born as humans, and even in death we have spirits!"

Looking at these villagers intently, Xun Shaoyu sighed quietly, his figure getting darker and darker.

His soul, floating among the crowd, looked at the wooden slips held by the middle-aged man with a touch of surprise.

Although Xun Shaoyu is just a newborn ghost, he has all kinds of ghost instincts.Still, he saw a scene that ordinary people couldn't see.

After all, what he sees with his soul's eyes is completely different from what he sees with his physical eyes.The Wang villagers were unaware of it, but Xun Shaoyu saw it clearly.

The bamboo slips slowly unfolded, each word blooming with clear light, as faint as a firefly, bit by bit, gathering less to become more.

This is the power of the will of all living beings, turning the impossible into possible, just like hair.As the middle-aged man recited, this little bit of light slowly fell into the water of Nanjiang River.

The river is rolling, the waves are crashing, and the clear light is swept away.

"...Nanjiang-kun!"

Xun Shaoyu smiled, with an unexplainable meaning.

In the past few days, Xun Shaoyu has been ignorant and doesn't know what to say.But I also tried my best to make friends with a few old ghosts. With the scheming Chengfu cultivated for more than a hundred years, although these old ghosts are very cunning, they really let Xun Shaoyu figure out a lot of details, and know that many low-level mortals have lived a lifetime. Unknown secrets
Of course, these so-called "secrets" may not be known to everyone in the middle and upper class families, but many people actually know them.

But it is extremely rare for Xun Shaoyu to know the general context of this world from a wandering soul in just a few days.

This world has a golden personality, and the power of Shinto appears to suppress everything. Its various gods, earth gods, ghosts, and water gods frequently show up to interfere in human affairs. This is a great world of Shinto.

All kinds of gods reflect each other, and there is a trace of reflection in every aspect of mortals.Even that one, Lord Nanjiang whom the villagers of the Wang family worshiped, was a water god with a decent personality.

Xun Shaoyu turned around slightly, no longer watching the ceremony to honor Nanjiang Lord, and walked casually through the Wangjia Village, passing through the old houses.

Of course, Xun Shaoyu is not the only soul in Wangjia Village.

At this time of chaos and chaos, there were so many victims that Xun Shaoyu only walked a short distance before he saw no less than a dozen wandering souls.

There are even more wandering souls who are alive and kicking one moment and annihilated the next.

"The soul will be destroyed in seven days..."

Xun Shaoyu looked as usual, watching the wandering souls passing by.

Death is like a lamp going out. After the soul comes out of its shell, in this Yang world full of yang energy, it is as if it is being baked by a fire.

If a wandering soul full of Yin Qi insists on not entering the underworld to survive.Basically, after being roasted by the scorching sun for seven days, the soul of the soul dries up, just like a mortal who has exhausted his energy and spirit. He suffers day by day, his spirit and form become withered and decayed, and finally turns into a handful of ashes and settles into the darkness. Hades.

"This is the fifth day!"

Xun Shaoyu's eyes were fixed, and his soul became weaker and weaker. Looking at the wandering soul beside him that suddenly turned into ashes, his heart sank suddenly.

This is the eighth day since he came to this world, and the fifth day since he became a wandering soul. There are only two days left before the seven-day soul annihilation.

Feeling the growing weakness of his soul body, and the coveting of the wandering souls around him, Xun Shaoyu's face froze, and he felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

Although the soul's lifespan is only seven days, once it enters the underworld and is protected by the evil spirits of the underworld, it can be extended twice as long, to 14 days.

It's just the land of the underworld, a place reserved for ghosts and gods. It has strict rules and regulations, just like a dynasty in a square, and the order of hierarchy is strict, making many big ghosts fearful.

Therefore, some big ghosts in this world not only want to extend their ghost life, but also want to disobey the control of gods and the earth, so there is only one way out.

Suddenly, a middle-aged wandering soul with a distorted and struggling face opened its bloody mouth, revealing its fangs, and came towards Xun Shaoyu's back with a pale and weak expression.

Xun Shaoyu seemed unaware of the changes behind him, and just walked forward calmly.

The few wandering souls along the road were also silent, and even looked at this scene greedily, as if gearing up.There is no shortage of 'victory' waiting for the middle-aged wandering soul.

The most naked way for a wandering soul to extend its ghost life is to continuously devour its own kind and usurp the seven days of ghost life.

As a result, some powerful ghost kings and ghost emperors even have thousands of years of life, and their power is boundless, comparable to some high-ranking gods such as divine kings, heavenly kings, and emperors.

This middle-aged wandering ghost is an evil ghost that keeps devouring souls and extending the ghost's life. Its ghost body is condensed and has the power of ghost magic.

I saw that the mouth of this middle-aged wandering soul was opening wider and wider, almost like a door panel, and the scarlet tongue was like a python spitting out a message.

A scarlet tongue as thick as a normal person's waist, dripping with saliva, swept through waves of black mist.

Suddenly, Xun Shaoyu stopped and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"court death……"

Xun Shaoyu turned around, faced the charging evil ghost, and said lightly.

"call--"

He exhaled and inhaled slowly, his chest contracted and contracted, and a wisp of pure white Qi came out of his mouth.

boom--

It's like the sun shining brightly, and it's like the blood is so masculine.This breath of pure white energy fell on the wandering soul. In an instant, the wandering soul kept wailing, struggling with its soul body, and cracks appeared from the soul body.

A little bit of white flame was burning, constantly burning the evil ghost's natal ghost energy, making this wandering soul gradually dry up.

bump--

The soul body collapsed suddenly like rotten porcelain, and the fragments were ignited with white flames, turning into countless ashes and floating away.

Xun Shaoyu looked at Zhou Zaiyouhun indifferently, his eyes were dim and he sneered coldly.Seeing those wandering souls avoiding his gaze in panic, even in fear, Xun Shaoyu's face grew colder.

"A wisp of red energy, in exchange for the power of this blow!"

However, Xun Shaoyu, who seemed to be serious, was secretly complaining in his heart.

In order to explore the world's landmarks, Xun Shaoyu's accumulated source power was all invested in the stone mirror, and the stone mirror was completely consumed.

It can be said that when Xun Shaoyu came to this world, he had almost no energy at all.

If not, in the past few days, the source energy of the Dai Viet world has been pouring into the stone mirror continuously.Let Xun Shaoyu not face the dangers of this world without any confidence.

However, if Xun Shaoyu had no choice but to use less source energy, he would use less.

After all, unless the red energy in different worlds is converted into liquid source power, the conversion ratios are different.Just like this ray of red energy, when it appeared in this world, its personality was knocked down and turned into a ray of pure white energy.

But just this wisp of pure white energy burned away a wandering soul that had just begun to acquire ghost skills.

You know, there is a slight difference between light red and pure white, but the difference in quality is more than a hundred times, it is simply the difference between wood wire and iron wire.

"It seems like this bit of red energy is better to be used as long as possible."

This is purely about using a cannon to swat flies, and luxury is not that extravagant.Even Xun Shaoyu's flesh ached tightly.But it is still necessary to establish authority appropriately.

If not, these seemingly docile wandering souls will definitely mutate into hungry wolves in the next moment, gathering Xun Shaoyu together to share the food.Only by showing a certain strength can these unrealistic ambitions be shattered.

Xun Shaoyu silently walked away under the trembling eyes of those wandering souls.

…………

Ancestral hall!

When Xun Shaoyu stepped into the ancestral hall, a warm breath enveloped his soul and washed away his fatigue.

"Sure enough, offering incense is a good thing..."

These warm breaths are the incense of the Wang clan that remains in the ancestral hall.

"Those gods are bent on robbing incense, and it seems reasonable."

In the scent of these incense, even a trace of wish power has completely disappeared, but the rolling warmth in it can still make Xun Shaoyu forget the fact that the ghost body only has a two-day ghost life.Even his somewhat illusory ghost body gradually solidified in the incense.

"This world is the world of Shinto, the world of incense. For the sake of divine status and incense, father and son can hate each other, brothers can kill each other, husband and wife can turn against each other, and enemies can be happy."

"It's not easy to survive in this world and get the source power of this golden world..."

Xun Shaoyu stood alone in the ancestral hall, looking at the ancestral tablets.

This is the place where the ancestors of the Wang family will die in seven days.In this ancestral hall, there are offerings of incense. Any wandering soul in any state will have abundant energy and physical strength once entering the ancestral hall, and his body will always be at the peak of his life.

This is not only the ancestral hall of the Wang family, but also the 'home' where the members of the Wang family spent the terrible seven days of soul suffering after their death.

(End of this chapter)