My plug-in is a fairy grass

Chapter 839 Passers-by in the Village

A funeral procession?

Zhao Yue'er felt slightly strange. It is a custom in the Zhenyu world that if someone dies in the family, they usually choose to send them out and bury them early in the morning. There is enough Yang energy during the day, so there is no need to worry about ghosts and ghosts, and the relatives of the deceased have more time to repair and organize the cemetery and express their grief.

Funeral at dusk? It’s really rare!

Dandan on the side frowned and said doubtfully: "I just scanned the whole village with my spiritual consciousness, but I didn't see anyone dead in any house!"

He is the Nascent Soul Great Demon, and his soul is extremely powerful. Although it is partially suppressed in this secret realm, it is impossible to go wrong when exploring such a medium-sized village.

Immediately, the three people's faces showed strange looks at the same time. Their spiritual senses sensed it, and they were shocked to find that there was no one in the two coffins carried at the front of the funeral procession!

However, among the crowd following the coffin slowly, there was an old man and an old woman, dressed in black shrouds, dressed just like the dead.

What are you doing?

Several people remained silent and continued to observe this strange funeral procession.

At this time, the sky in the suburbs had been dyed golden by the setting sun. The group of people meandered along the harvested crop fields toward the hills not far away, accompanied by low and sad music.

Everyone looked solemn. Especially the people next to the two old people, including several half-year-old children, who looked like their descendants, were crying and sobbing, their faces full of grief and sadness.

Not long after, the team came to a hillside. People gathered in a circle and put the coffin into a deep pit that had been dug. The coffin lid was opened, and the two old men wearing shrouds each chose one and sat in it, forcing a smile on their faces.

The juniors suddenly cried even more sadly. Others took turns to move forward and say goodbye to the two old people. Some looked sad and murmured prayers for them.

When everyone said goodbye, several juniors kowtowed heavily to the old man and left crying, the last ray of the sunset also disappeared in the sky. As night falls, everything returns to tranquility.

"Alian," I heard the old man's voice in the dark night: "I'm sorry for you. Old man, my time has come, so I have nothing to regret. You are only fifty-seven this year, and you still have three years to live, so why bother with me?" What a bad old man!"

"You two are still in good health, and you haven't seen anyone forcing you. Why are you seeking death?" Zhao Yuer asked.

Dandan was a little impatient when he heard it. He looked at Zhao Yue'er and then at Zhu Zhu. Seeing that neither of the two women meant to interrupt, he had no choice but to continue listening patiently.

The old man sighed and stopped trying to persuade her. Instead, he talked about many past events with the woman. Why was he fishing in the lake when he was a kid, how was he drunk on his wedding day, how annoying the eldest child was when he was born, etc. He kept talking, crying and laughing for half an hour.

"If you die three years early and die three years late, don't you still have to die?" The woman smiled and whispered: "Anyway, Shuan'er and the others are old and have children. It's a waste for the old woman to live, so why not follow you? This old immortal still has a companion on the road to hell! It’s only been three years since I searched, but I can’t find you, this old immortal!”

"Your Majesty, please spare our lives!" She hurriedly knelt down and banged her forehead on the coffin board. The old man also reacted and kept kowtowing.

The pill stopped in mid-air and disappeared immediately.

"They are immortals!" the woman next to him shouted, with excitement in her eyes and a sudden burst of hope for survival.

……

"Who are you?" The old man was startled by the sudden appearance of a man and two women.

As he spoke, his voice suddenly choked up.

After a while, I finally heard the old man sigh and say: "Alian, it's getting late, we should be on our way. If you have any questions, let's talk slowly when we get to the underworld of Huangquan!"

After saying that, he groped around in his arms for a while, took out two pills, asked the woman to take one, put the remaining one into his mouth, raised his head and swallowed it!

"This, this is the will of the immortal." The woman muttered, and her eyes dimmed.

"The immortal's will?" Zhao Yuer was even more confused.

After a while, she finally figured out the whole story. It turns out that although this place is ten miles in radius, except for the two lakes, it is mostly composed of undulating hills. If it is fully developed, it will be thousands of acres of fertile farmland. But a long, long time ago, the two old people didn't even know how long ago, there were rules left by their ancestors. It was said that the immortals in the sky said that except for the hundreds of acres of land around the village, no grass in this place was allowed to be touched. A piece of wood.

The village was isolated from the rest of the world, with no war, natural disasters or threats from wild beasts. The number of people soon exceeded two thousand, reaching the upper limit of what this space could accommodate.

So the immortal issued another decree. In addition to stipulating the number of children for each family, there was also this rule: no one who was over sixty years old or frail was allowed to survive in the village.

Today is the sixtieth birthday of this old man named Manqiu. After the family wished him a birthday before dusk, they followed the rules of the village and sent the old man to this mountain, saying that they were leaving him to fend for himself. In fact, they had already prepared poison for the old man to relieve his pain.

As for the woman next to her, she is Manqiu's wife, who is fifty-seven this year. Although he has not yet reached the age limited by immortals, he does not want to live any longer.

After the two of them finished speaking, they both looked at the girl standing with a frown uneasily. Even though they have a life-and-death intention, who would really want to die if an immortal were to show mercy?

"What are the names of those big trees in the village? Did the immortal ask you to plant them?" Zhao Yue'er asked after pondering for a while.

"We all call those trees fairy trees. They were not planted by us, but left by the immortals." The old man replied.

"Every ten days in my village, we have to organize the whole village to water these big trees." The old woman added.

"Is this also the request of the Immortal?"

"Yes," the old man responded carefully:

"The immortal said that if these big trees were gone, the wind and sand from outside would blow in, and we would die in an instant without a burial place."

There was something strange in his heart. Since they were all immortals, why didn't these young people understand? Of course, he would just keep these words in his heart and would not dare to ask until death.

"What do these immortals you are talking about look like? Have you ever seen them?" Zhao Yuer asked again.

"The Immortal never comes to us. If something happens, the Immortal will leave a message on the Immortal Tree in the village. Later, the customs in the village gradually became fixed, and after no one violated the Immortal Chief's will, they rarely appeared."

Zhao Yueer was slightly disappointed. It seemed that neither the Xiling Patriarch nor the mysterious woman from yesterday could get any information from this village.

While I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard the old woman shouting: "Old man, I'm afraid you have forgotten! Fifteen or sixteen years ago, there was an immortal who passed by our village!"

"Oh? Is that person a boy or a girl? What does he look like? How old is he? Are there any marks on his body?" Zhao Yue'er became interested.

"The immortal looks to be in his thirties. He is dressed in black. The mark on his body is the same as the cloud pattern on the corner of the fairy's clothes." The old woman replied.

A disciple of the Yunxiao Sect and a foundation-building monk. Zhao Yueer came to a conclusion instantly.

"That immortal looks very heroic..." the old woman continued. This was the only stranger she had ever seen in her life, so more than ten years later, her memory was still fresh.

As she kept writing, the face of the man became clearer and clearer, and gradually, a familiar figure appeared in front of Zhao Yue'er.

That is--

Zhou Yuan!

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