monk family

Chapter 365 The Disappearing Shouyuan

The lame old man let out a long sigh.

A look of sadness appeared on his face:

"Master Lingshi, this matter has to start 75 years ago."

"According to the town's historical records, we don't know exactly when this town was built, but our clansmen moved here thousands of years ago. The first generation of ancestors left a last word. Our Changshou Town, In 15 years, it will appear in the mortal world, and at that time there will be a spirit envoy."

The lame old man spread out his palm.

There is also a small pink flower in his palm:
"And the way to verify the identity of the spirit envoy is that Anxiang flowers will bloom in our right palm. But we are only responsible for leading the spirit envoy to the town. As for what the spirit envoy does when he comes to the town, we don't know anything .”

The lame old man seemed to recall some bad memories.

His body trembled faintly:
"Seventy-five years ago, my father and uncle waited outside the town for a day and a night, but they didn't see the spirit messenger coming. We didn't take it seriously at first. But then..."

The lame old man's lips trembled:
"Later, a strange thing happened in the town. Although our clansmen in Changshou Town didn't practice cultivation, each of them lived for at least 500 years. But our clan elder, who had just lived to be [-] years old, suddenly died overnight. At the end of his lifespan, all the roots of his companion tree were broken, and we thought he was sick at first, but we found out by checking the annual rings of his companion tree."

The lame old man paused.

Eyes narrowed slightly:
"But I found out that the age of the dead elder's companion tree was 970 years, that is to say, he suddenly spanned more than 700 years in one night!!"

"Our patriarch called everyone urgently, searched the town with all our strength, trying to find out the clues, but 75 years have passed, and our clansmen died one after another, but we still haven't found out the reason,"

The lame old man said sadly:

"What's even more strange is that after this, no newborns were born in our Changshou Town. The few of us who are left now were all born 75 years ago. I was only three years old when the incident happened. .”

Fu Shiyi understood.

She frowned and said: "So, old man, do you think that the reason why your people have died in strange ways is because there is no spirit envoy?"

The lame old man nodded: "We don't know the specific reason, but all the changes are caused by the absence of the spirit envoy."

Fu Shiyi couldn't help but feel a little headache. She thought for a while and said, "Then what did the former spirit envoys do after they came to your town? Or, where did they go?"

The lame old man shook his head.

All the elders in the courtyard also shook their heads.

Fu Shiyi asked several more questions, but these old people almost shook their heads. She couldn't get any clues. She thought for a while and said:
"Can you lend me the historical records of your family's classics?"

"no!"

Several old men spoke in unison and categorically rejected it.After finishing speaking, he was afraid that Fu Shiyi might misunderstand, so he explained in a hurry: "There is a rule in our clan that non-clan members can't borrow the classics and historical records of the clan. It's not that we don't want to show it to you, Master Spirit Envoy."

Fu Shishi looked at the lame old man who didn't make a sound.

in town.

It seems that he has the final say.

A look of struggle flashed across the lame old man's face, he finally stamped the crutch in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Okay, Master Spirit Envoy, if you want to see it, then I will take you there."

"Brother Hai!!!"

The other old people stood up suddenly.

Form a circle and block the exit.

The lame old man smiled helplessly and said: "Hey, there are only seven of us left in the town now, and the full moon night is coming soon. At that time, those of us present may not be able to survive that night. At that time, we What's the use of defending the Library Pavilion? Everyone in the clan is dead!!!"

Finished.

The lame old man walked out with a cane.

He didn't walk slowly. The faces of the old people who were standing in front of him showed signs of struggle, but they gave each other a last look and stepped aside.

Right.

Life is gone.

What's the use of keeping those classics?

Fu Shiyi followed behind the crippled old man, and he was slightly relieved to see that the old people were not old-fashioned. In fact, if the lifespan of them in Changshou Town is counted, they are probably just adults.

out of the yard.

After walking a few steps.

Fu Shiyi looked back again and found that the yard had turned into a small sapling again. She carefully identified it, but couldn't recognize which one belonged to the lame old man among the saplings all over the ground.

This plain.

There seems to be no end to anything.

Because he couldn't use his spiritual power, Fu Shiyi couldn't even fly with the sword, so he could only follow the lame old man step by step. Fortunately, they only walked northeast for more than half an hour before stopping.

Fu Shishi looked around.

No abnormalities were found.

The lame old man threw the cane in the air.

There are words in the mouth.

The crutch suspended in the air in an instant gradually became smaller, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into the shape of a key. The lame old man gave a loud shout, and Fu Shiyi heard a "click" and the sound of the key twisting. When I looked, I suddenly found a three-story wooden attic in front of me.

There are three characters written on the door of the attic.

however.

It was the first time Fu Shishi had seen this font, but he couldn't recognize what it meant.

"Master Spirit Envoy, please come inside."

The moment the wooden loft appears.

The broken leg of the crippled old man suddenly grew out again. Fu Shishi couldn't help being surprised when he saw this, but the crippled old man smiled and explained:
"This is the power of the ancestors. The broken legs that have been reconnected are only temporary. Once the attic is closed, the borrowed legs must be returned."

The wooden loft has a total of three floors.

Each floor has dozens of rooms.

The lame old man pointed to the three rooms on the left of the first floor and said: "Master Lingshi, I can only open these three rooms. You can read the books in them as you like, but there are still three days before the full moon night, I hope, Before that, you can find a solution, otherwise the people in our Changshou Town will really die."

"Master Spirit Envoy, please!!!"

The lame old man bowed deeply to Fu Shiyi.

Fu Shiyi suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

She couldn't make any promises at this time, so she nodded solemnly, turned around and walked to the first room, opened the door, and waited to see the scene in front of her.

Fu Shiyi was stunned.

She thought it was the same as the Buddhist scripture pavilion of their Fu clan.

They were placed on the bookshelves one by one by category, but there was only one tree in the first room, with dense branches and luxuriant leaves.

She blinked.

Wondering, where is this book hidden?

(End of this chapter)