I have become an ancestor worship spirit, the chat group is here

Chapter 174. 163. Immortal Ancient Method · Destiny Backtracking
Forgive me - Lu Shu: "It's really annoying, but there's no need to worry, because the little boy is Shi Hao, the supreme Huangtian Emperor in the future. Just look at the current state of the little boy, and you can tell that a mere servant is nothing to worry about!"

Xiao Longnu: "Even so, I still look angry!"

Counting all the universe, Ma Daxian: "Don't worry, with Senior Liushen, the incarnation of the ancestor Jiling, there will be no hindrance to the already invincible Emperor Huangtian. If you are interested, you can go to the Perfect World to experience it. Of course, you must Do what you can."

The Prelude to the Lotus Lantern - Yang Erlang: "Yang, let's wait until the little one goes to the upper realm to practice..."

A Chinese Ghost Story - Grandma Dryad: "Jie Jie, grandma will take another look, if she really can't take it anymore, she will cross over and slam these little servants."
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Perfect world.

In the concierge, the two servants were very good looking, sitting like that, showing no respect for the so-called little master, casually saying that the old ancestor was going to die, gloating over the misfortune.

"You are not allowed to talk nonsense!" The pale child was very weak, with tears in his big eyes, a kind of sadness and a kind of despair.

He was really afraid that his only family member, his grandfather, would pass away, and he couldn't let go of that kind of affection.And these servants are so hateful, how should he live in the future?

"Little young master, you are actually suffering a lot by living so sickly. I see, after sending the old man to the end, you also... what the hell." One person in the porter laughed dryly and didn't say it, after all, it was too explicit.

"Okay, stop talking, sooner or later, judging by his face, he won't live long, he must be a short-lived ghost." Another servant whispered, with a sneer.

"You are hateful, I won't forgive you!" With tears in his eyes, the child leaned against the wall and walked inside with a lame foot.

He is very lonely, walking in the huge manor, without any relatives or playmates, only the deserted dilapidated buildings, some old windows creaking after the wind blows.

The child walked all the way in, came to a fairly spacious yard, pushed open a maple door whose paint had already faded, and whispered: "Grandfather."

On that old bed, lay a white-haired old man, his face was like gold paper, his breath was like gossamer, his eyes were very dim, and he had lost the brilliance of the past when he was powerful.

"Child... If I die, the only person I can't worry about is you." The old man raised his arm with difficulty and leaned forward, trembling a little, and only touched the child's hand a few times.

"Grandpa, you won't die." The child wept.

"Child... don't cry." The old man rubbed his pale face with his rough palms, tears streaming down his turbid old eyes, very reluctant.

"Grandpa Zu!" The child cried, helpless, lying on the bedside, grabbed the old man's hand hard, and refused to let go.

The old man took his small hand with his rough big hand, looked left and right, full of affection, but his eyes were dim, and he opened his mouth to say something, but his chest heaved and he was a little speechless.

"Grandpa, you can't leave me, what can I do if I'm left alone?" The child looked sad and shook the old man's arm.

In the past few years, several old men passed away one after another, which made him very sad. There was only the last old man, who was his closest person, who was about to die at this time, which made him feel terrified.

"Child..." The old man opened his mouth, and all his words were reduced to these two words, and he couldn't speak anymore. His eyes were dull and he could only pant heavily.

Outside the door, the little boy's big eyes were red. He sneaked into Zhuangzi without a sound. After several days of observation, he was convinced that there were no masters, so he came here.

He pushed open the door and walked in, wiped away tears, looked at the old man on the bed, and choked: "Grandpa Zu."

"Yeah, you..." The pale child was startled.

The old man on the bed was puzzled. At this dying moment, he saw such a child whom he had never seen before. He called him like this, and he looked at him in confusion.

The generation of strong men who used to dominate the wind and clouds finally could not withstand the years, and the situation in their old age was very bleak.

"Grandpa, I'm the child from back then. I see you're here!" Xiao Budian choked up, and saw what happened back then through Liushen, and knew that the old people who were exiled here treated their family very well, and the child next to them was the one they made. Come out in his place.

Hearing this sentence, the old man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and the originally dim eyes suddenly radiated a compelling brilliance, and said in a trembling voice: "You...is it really him?"

He actually spoke, his voice was hurried, his eyes frightening.

"It's me, grandpa, I see you're here." Xiao BuDian grabbed his hand, his voice choked up, the other old people had left, and he didn't even have time to give a show.

"Your injury..." the old man panted heavily, and asked urgently, but he could only say these few words, and couldn't say anything else.

"My injury is healed, I survived it." The little boy said, he knew what the old man wanted to hear the most, and said softly: "Now I have one hundred and eight thousand catties of supernatural power with one arm swing."

He told the truth.Sure enough, after the old man heard this, his eyes widened in shock, his lips moved constantly, and he pulled one of his arms, as if to confirm something.

"Yes, it's just the strength of one arm!" Xiao Budian nodded vigorously with tears in his eyes.

"Haha..." At the last moment, the old man let out a loud laugh as if he was returning to the light, and the turbid old tears rolled down, his face was full of surprise and relief, as if he had no regrets.

But Xiao Budian cried, he knew that the old man had exhausted his last energy, and even with the holy medicine, he couldn't save him.

This old man and Shi Hao's grandfather are blood brothers. From the point of view of blood, the relationship is really close, and he is really kind to him, not as indifferent as those people in the imperial capital.

"Grandpa..." The child next to him cried loudly.

The old man's eyes lost a trace of brilliance, he used his last strength to grab the child's hand, then looked at Xiao Shi Hao, opened his mouth, and wanted to put the little hand in his, but he had no strength.

Xiao Budian burst into tears, stretched out a hand, took the initiative to grab the small hand, clenched it tightly, and then put it together in the rough big hand of the old man, and said softly: "Grandpa, please rest assured, I will take good care of him. !"

The last turbid old tear slid down the old man's face, and he didn't move, with a smile on his face, a kind of relief, and a kind of satisfaction after being relieved.

With joy, with relief, but with regret, he passed away like this, closing his eyes.

"Grandfather!" The child next to him cried loudly, and threw himself on the old man, heartbroken and heartbroken, tears rolling down in strings.

The little one also wept, and finally pulled the child up, gave him a few whispers, and then left.
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in the chat group.

Peach Blossom Island Little Lolita-Huang Rong: "Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Great Master - Muchen: "Yes. It's really embarrassing."

Imperial Female General-Esdes: "Is it impossible to revive the old man?"

Prelude to Lotus Lantern - Yang Erlang: "Yang is fine, but there are too many involved."

Big-eared Tutu: "Is it really not possible? Whoa, whoa, whoa, Tutu thinks this old man is as good as Grandpa Niu. Is there really no way to resurrect him?"

Zu Jiling: "There is nothing wrong with it. Although it affects the little one's established fate line, I can resurrect it back to the parallel perfect world dimension."

Luo Feng: "Worthy of being the lord of the ancestor worship spirit, he has contributed to good fortune."

Tomb of the Gods - Nangong Xian'er: "The supreme quasi-immortal emperor, Mr. Zu Jiling is the best!"
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a perfect world.

Li Changsheng's incarnation in this time and space, the willow god, uses the ancient method of immortality, retrogression against fate, and immortality to communicate with the mystery.

After resurrecting it with great fortune, send it to a perfect world of parallel time and space, a dream of eternity. .

Enjoy carefree happiness without any burdens.

Liu Shenye told Xiao BuDian. .

After Xiaobudian found out, she wasn't so sad anymore.

The group members lamented the great power of Master Zu Jiling.
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The live broadcast continues.

a perfect world.

As the supreme fairy king, Willow God revives the old man is very simple, shaping memory, and ignoring the laws of the lower world are also very simple.

So except for Xiaobudian and chat group members.

The fate line is still developing as planned.

So, the old man is still dead.

But this death is just the death of the original fate line.

What should have been resurrected has been resurrected.

How to describe this?
Blocking the Mystery of Synaesthesia of Heavenly Dao, modified the secret of heaven.

Suffice it to say.

Because although it is said that the old man has a very important influence on the little one's fate line.

But so was the old man himself.

It is still very easy for Liu Shen to create a false fate line.
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Two days later, "the old man was buried, and the child was crying in front of the grave. A group of servants couldn't pull him up, and passed out several times."

Finally, he was carried away by two faithful old servants.

It wasn't until everyone left that he came to the grave, whispered softly, and paid respects earnestly.

"Young master, one of your feet is lame, walk slowly, and be careful not to fall." Still at the doorman, the two servants became more unscrupulous and laughed loudly.Several old men are dead, what kind of trouble can a poor little man make?Didn't the people outside always want to kill him, and it's too soon.

"You..." The child was angry, with a snow-white face and red eyes, staring at them.

"You two bastards are too much, this is the young master, how can you talk?!" The two old servants shouted.

"The old man just meddles in his own business. This dilapidated place is a prison. How can there be a young master? Calling him that way is just a way of putting money on his face." The two servants in the porter turned their faces.

The two old servants trembled angrily, took the child's hand, and left angrily.

In the evening, in this child's room, Xiao BuDian appeared and said softly, "Do you have any wish now?"

"I want to go and see Dahei and its cubs." The child said with tears. Dahei is a black tiger raised by Mr. Hai who is usually responsible for delivering prey to Zhuangzi. Lonely, every time Master Hai came to deliver the prey, only Dahei would play with him for a while.

(End of this chapter)