Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 133
Don't think that the earth only has a lifespan of three hundred years, which makes it look a little insignificant.

You must know that in this world, ghosts are born and die every night, and the pain of seven days of souls disappearing is so insignificant compared with this three hundred lifespan.

This is because he has been in the ninth-level divine position, transcending the ordinary world, and has refined his three souls and seven souls with divine power. With a little support from his divinity, he has a life span of three hundred.

After refining a talisman, the dots in the spiritual platform are bright with clear light. The three souls and seven souls are soaked in the clear light, and the clear light cleanses the yang energy, making it look like a living person.

In Xun Shaoyu's eyes, dots of clear light were like ripples in the water, and traces of faint white air gradually gave rise to a sense of reality in his three souls and seven souls.

"150th birthday!"

This is the ultimate that Xun Shaoyu himself can achieve from the ninth level of divine way.

At this moment, with the worries of his own life and death gone, Xun Shaoyu's mind felt clear and his soul was clear and clear, just like the trickle of clear water.It is the symbol of the clear light of the talisman, which purifies the soul.

Only when the soul is constantly purified and is as clear as water waves can it not be afraid of the pain of Yang Qi erosion.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked beyond the spiritual realm, his eyes were deep and gloomy, like amber.

"...Wang Family Village!"

Xun Shaoyu's gaze seemed to ignore the spatial distance and looked directly at the village elder and the middle-aged man.Especially when the village elder said the words of relocation, his eyes flickered even more.

In this ancient feudal society, the relocation of ordinary family members cannot be easily done with a slap on the forehead or a touch of the upper and lower lips.

The unified dynasties of the past dynasties have strict household registration systems for the common people.However, ordinary people in the countryside may not travel ten miles in their entire lives.

For the people in the head of Guizhou, just finding the way out requires a lot of effort.Ordinary people without a guide are generally treated as runaway slaves.Once the local officials found out, they couldn't help but give him a slap in the face and then send him back to his place of origin.

In a situation like Wangjia Village, if it is just a few isolated roads, it is still possible to get approval.However, hundreds of people in the village will be relocated, and neither the township nor the county will agree.

After all, the primary productive force in ancient times was population!

Regardless of all types of taxes and money, they are all based on population.

For people like the county magistrate and county magistrate, the life and death of a village is of course not important, but it cannot interfere with the number of household registrations in the county and cause some "stain" to their own official career.

Xun Shaoyu, who served as the Taizu of a dynasty, could see the bad nature of those bureaucrats very clearly.

What's more, even if the county agrees to the relocation, the relocation journey is long and long, with many twists and turns. Whether it can be carried out smoothly is a big problem.

The journey to Guandong in the previous life seemed magnificent, but it was a road of survival paved with many bones.

How many people have not been heard from since then and have disappeared from the world; how many people have been born without seeing anyone and died without seeing their bodies. They are all a history of blood and tears.

Xun Shaoyu looked at the scene outside the ancestral hall in silence, thundering and rain hitting the eaves, and sighed slowly.

Of course, if the people of Wangjiacun want to move, even if they are lucky and can reach their destination without any problems, the situation will not be the same within a few generations if people leave their hometown and are humble.

Not to mention that it will not have the scale of the Wangjiacun that has been operated by more than a dozen generations.

He was able to refine the talisman from the incense in the ancestral hall, and was causally involved with Wangjiacun. He was both prosperous and deprived.Once the Wang family falls, it will greatly damage the foundation of Shinto for him.

Therefore, when the village elder revealed that he wanted to relocate the whole village.The fate of the two was involved, which made Xun Shaoyu take a whim and focus on it.

After all, he relied on incense to survive. Under this catastrophe, every villager out of ten survived, so where could he go to get incense.

"...migrate?"

…………

Tick!Tick! !

The water from the eaves gathers and flows down from the edge of the bricks and tiles.

The village elder had a melancholy look on his face, leaning on a dove stick, he walked into the house quietly.

"Ugh……"

The village elder sat slumped on the bed indifferently, his eyebrows furrowed.

The old house was leaking from all sides, and the slightest sound of wind was stirring and echoing constantly.

Nanjiang Longjun's refusal to sacrifice undoubtedly caused the old man's back to bend seven or eight points, and his expression became a little rickety.

Without the protection of this water god, the hundreds of people in Wangjia Village who are now in danger would be nothing less than a bolt from the blue.

After all, this is a Shinto world, and Shinto governs the world and involves all aspects of the human world.

Especially at this time of frequent floods, without the support of Nanjiang Shuijun, the chances of the people of Wangjia Village surviving are almost slim.

This is what forced the old man to make the decision to relocate the whole village.

He is an old man with an old heart, so he naturally knows the difficulty of this. Even the attitude of the government, the old man carefully considered eight or nine points.

It's just that instead of hundreds of people dying together, it's better to give it a try, just in case there is a way out!
Thinking this, his brows furrowed tightly, the tired old man leaned against the edge of the bed, his eyes dozing slightly, and his breathing gradually became steady.

Xun Shaoyu looked at the old man sleeping quietly, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

This old man is the original person's grandfather. Since the original person's parents have died long ago, the original person has been raised by this old man for more than ten years, so his relationship is naturally unusual.Now that the original person died young, the old man with white hair has given birth to the man with black hair. Looking at the old man's face, he seems to be much older.

"grandfather!"

Xun Shaoyu saluted Old Man Wang respectfully.

Since he has taken over everything from his original body, Xun Shaoyu does not hesitate to inherit the relationship from his original body.

Moreover, although Old Man Wang is just an old man, he has become an elder of the village as he gets older.

The name of this village elder is extraordinary. He is highly respected in the village, and he is protected by the law. The government gave him a dove stick.Even a landlord like Muramasa, who could be recognized by the township and county, would not easily provoke an old man holding a dove.

Otherwise, Old Man Wang would not risk the disapproval of the world and propose the idea of ​​​​relocating the whole village.It can be said that with the influence of this grandfather, even Muramasa dare not deny it easily.

If this kinship can be recognized, Xun Shaoyu's status in Wangjiacun will be greatly protected.

Xun Shaoyu certainly had his own ideas, which were somewhat utilitarian.But his face was calm and he was still looking at the old man.

"grandfather!"

Xun Shaoyu called slowly, and the spirit body was not visible to the naked eyes of ordinary people, but as he kept calling, traces of white air rose up, faintly disappearing.

"grandfather!"

"grandfather!"

"You are my grandfather in this life, so we might as well meet in our dreams!"

After Xun Shaoyu called three times, he suddenly stepped forward and turned into a faint light, which poured into the center of Old Wang's eyebrows.

The old man's brows were filled with fluorescent lights, and the strands of them were intertwined and gradually disappeared into nothingness.

…………

In the deep darkness, Old Man Wang was alone, walking with difficulty.

It was as if a thousand mountains were weighing on his body, making the old man even more out of breath.

The surrounding area was dark and gloomy, like a quagmire, and it was difficult to move forward or retreat freely.

"grandfather……"

"grandfather……"

The lingering sound echoed unexpectedly in the old man's ears.

"Is this... could it be that this is Zheng'er's voice..."

Old man Wang's confused face struggled with a glimmer of clarity.

Suddenly, I looked up and looked far away, and saw a little bit of golden light. Four celestial horses in a carriage were walking on a magnificent golden road in the sky, and the horses' hooves were clanging together.Its chariots and horses are clanging, and four guards are accompanying them.

Seeing the oncoming carriages and horses, the old man's expression was suddenly shocked.

I saw that the carriage slowly stopped, and Xun Shaoyu slowly stepped out of the carriage, wearing plain and simple clothes and wearing a ring.

"you……"

Old man Wang looked at the entourage of carriages and horses in surprise, and then looked at Xun Shaoyu who looked like a noble prince, and was speechless.

Xun Shaoyu bowed slightly and said, "My grandson pays homage to my grandfather!"

"You...you..."

Old man Wang had never seen such a battle before, and his words were filled with difficulty.

"Grandpa, don't be alarmed. When my grandson passed away, he was lucky enough to have his soul fly away and have the opportunity to step into the path of Shinto."

"That's why there is such a phenomenon...it is not an evil ghost!"

Xun Shaoyu kowtowed to Old Man Wang and said, "My grandson has attained the divine way. He will no longer be able to serve his grandfather at his bedside."

"My grandson is so unfilial!"

Filial piety in this life, no matter how filial the original person was during his lifetime, but his own premature death caused the old man to suffer the pain of losing his grandson, which is a great act of unfilial piety.

At this moment, Old Man Wang gradually regained his mood, with tears streaming down his face, which wetted his clothes. He was relieved and said: "It's okay, it's okay. The old man has been in his seventy-five years, and his teeth have never been loose, and his body and bones have not been diseased." , you can eat and sleep, no need for you, a mud monkey, to worry."

Xun Shaoyu said softly: "Grandpa, although my grandson's soul is dim, he has always been thinking about you. Everything will be fine if I can see you, and my grandson's remaining wishes will be fulfilled."

"Good, good, good,"

Hearing his grandson's filial piety, the old man said "good" repeatedly.

"That's good..."

Xun Shaoyu seemed to have given up his thoughts and was about to board his carriage and leave.

Suddenly, the old man said reluctantly: "My grandson, now that you are gone, I wonder how long and when will we be able to see you again?"

Xun Shaoyu shook his head and said: "People and gods have different paths. My grandson was lucky enough to enter the divine way, but he only entered that gate. He did not receive the imperial edict from the divine court, and he cannot see his ancestors again."

"In this case, once your life span is damaged, your grandson will surely die!"

Old Man Wang burst into tears with joy and said: "It's not in the way, it's not in the way. He's old and withered, so you don't need to worry."

"only……"

The old Chinese hesitated, as if he didn't know how to speak.

"My grandson... you see, our Wangjia Village has been hit by floods. No grain has been harvested, and the good fields are all wet. We begged Grandpa Long Jun, but to no avail. What can you think of?"

Gritting his teeth, for the whole family of the village, Old Man Wang still expressed his thoughts that were suppressed in his heart.

After all, the grandson in front of him has been raised by the old man for more than ten years, so he will not have other thoughts about him.

"This……"

Xun Shaoyu said in his heart, as expected, with hesitation on his face.

Today, Xun Shaoyu certainly wants to gain the incense and willpower of the Wang family villagers.

But he is of a younger generation and lacks prestige and prestige.

How could He De make hundreds of members of the royal family bow down and bow to the Prime Minister?

You know, the folk proverb that a person can ascend to heaven with a chicken or a dog is never groundless.

Once the people of Wangjia Village know that the person who offers incense and vows is a young man.Will they still be willing to believe, will they still be able to believe, a child?

If he 'didn't believe it', then Xun Shaoyu would be very confused as to how authentic and reliable the incense wishes of these so-called elders could be.

"This……"

After thinking about it, Xun Shaoyu's hesitant expression naturally made Old Man Wang look at him.

Old Man Wang forced a smile: "Since you can't help it, then it's our Wang family's turn to decline!"

"It's okay...it's okay..."

Xun Shaoyu smiled bitterly and said: "Grandpa, my grandson is not helpless. It's just that this method is a bit hard to talk about."

"Just say it, just say it..."

Because he was always honest and honest, Old Man Wang didn't think much about it and asked hurriedly.

"Now my grandson has the opportunity to forge a talisman, and the time when he can ascend to the throne of God is just around the corner. If you can be my grandson, you can mold a dharma body out of clay and assume the position of the land of Wangjia Village. If your grandson has the priesthood, you can dispel the king. The water and gas in the village keep a little bit of seeds.”

"but……"

Seeing the bitter look on Xun Shaoyu's face, Old Man Wang also understood a little bit.Among them, the joints can be thought of clearly in an instant.

Village land... This is not something that every village has.

Among the ten villages, only one or two families can produce such a village land.

Although the land priesthood is small, it is still a local power.With the blessing of this village's land, our village can become one of several large villages, blessing descendants for more than ten generations.

The God of the land manages the land and ensures smooth weather.If Xun Shaoyu had once been the God of the Earth and had the protection of the Earth God, what would he have done?

However, the land gods of the neighboring villages were all descended from the ancestors over decades or hundreds of years, and they were all senior in their own villages.

At the time of his death, Yuan was only a boy of fifteen, and he was in the middle of the pack in terms of seniority in the village.There are dozens or hundreds of elders above, and more than 100 peers.

With so many fetters, how could Xun Shaoyu ascend to the throne of land god?

A young earth monster without any prestige would not have much divine power at all.

"Old man understands..."

Old Man Wang let out a long sigh and said, "I have an expedient plan, let's see if it works?"

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Inside the ancestral hall!

More than a thousand tablets are erected layer by layer on the sacrificial platform.In front of each spiritual tablet, there is a white candle, with a cluster of candlelight dancing.

Old man Wang stood tremblingly in the hall, looking at each tablet, his eyes a little blurry.

"Is it you, Zheng'er?"

Old man Wang looked at the tablet in the bottom row and murmured to himself.

"is it you……"

His hands were trembling, and his expression was vaguely excited.

boom - boom -

There was a violent roar of thunder, and it seemed that the green tiles on the ancestral hall were beating a little.

When Old Man Wang woke up from his bed at home, he immediately picked up his dove stick, dragged his heavy and tired steps to the ancestral hall, and stared at the memorial tablet of his grandson in a daze.

"Grandpa knows that you can't see him, but grandpa knows that you are successful, so everything feels at ease."

Old Man Wang put his dove stick on the ground, half squatting and half sitting, looking at the tomb of his grandson Wang Zheng and murmuring.

(End of this chapter)