Violent sword repair teaches you to be a human being

Chapter 105 The Sword Cultivator with Destroyed Immortal Bones ([-])

Those villagers didn't seem to think that Lin Zhen would let them take the offering back. They stood there a little at a loss, with a hint of fear and despair in their eyes.

Lin Zhen originally thought that they would be happy when they heard the news. After all, there was no Xia Jing to accept their offerings, so they could take the grain and livestock back and survive this year's cold winter comfortably.

Who knew that when they came, there was a look of fear on their faces like a pool of stagnant water: "You...don't you plan to stay in Qianlian City to become a fairy official?"

Lin Zhen didn't understand why they asked such a question, and tried to explain to them: "We are not immortal officials..."

It was only because he couldn't understand Xia Jing's misbehavior that he drove him away, not to seize his position as a fairy official.

"You, if you can drive away Xia Xianguan, it must be a more powerful immortal than him..." An old man in the head wanted to kneel tremblingly, and said, "We can gather more offerings next month Yes, please, please...stay here, we will worship the immortals piously from now on..."

Lin Zhen swallowed the words of explanation immediately.

Isn't it good that there are no immortal officials in Qianlian City?Wouldn't it be good for people to farm and grow by themselves, so they don't have to make offerings to immortal officials?Why on earth are they so persistent in leaving an immortal official behind?He would even rather dig out all the life-saving food from his mouth, but also gather together the offerings to the immortal officials, which sounds really unbelievable.

At this moment when Lin Zhen was in a daze, the old man bowed down and bowed down, wanting to cry again: "Immortal..."

Although Lin Zhen didn't quite understand, he still quickly helped him up.She thought about it, and felt that people might be worried that without the immortal officials, it would be difficult for Qianlian City to return to normal, so she thought about her words and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, we will stay here to help rebuild Qianlian City .But those offerings are unnecessary, you can keep them for the winter.”

"This..." The old man's face showed confusion, and after a while, he said hesitantly, "Then, can we still invite the immortal to the village to see the villagers off?"

Lin Zhen found that he really couldn't understand Xia Jing's tricks in Qianlian City more and more.

"Send off?"

"Yes, see you off." The old man thought there was something wrong with his expression, and he stretched out his hand to gesture, "It's that kind of fairy art... that can send the souls of the dead into reincarnation, so that they can be sent to good people in the next life The kind that goes to..."

"Oh." Lin Zhen roughly understood: "So these offerings you gave are to let the immortal officials do things for the village?"

"Yes, yes!" The old man nodded repeatedly, "I beg you to be merciful, Immortal, and send those dead off..."

So this is the reason why Xia Jing received additional offerings?What a talent.And the common people believed it so easily, they sold their sons and daughters to Xia Jingzuo just for this kind of thing!Is it not important for those who are still alive to have an ethereal afterlife?
And that Xia Jing, who is so bluffing and deceiving, what is the difference between him, an immortal official, and the great jumping god!
But the people of Qianlian City seem to believe this very much.

They would rather starve to death and sell their children, but also collect offerings to let the immortals "send off" them, so that they can live a good life in the next life.As for the pain they have encountered in this life, they will comfort themselves: It’s okay, and they will be able to live a better life in the next life!
Lin Zhen even wanted to denounce the ignorance of their behavior.

But looking at the uneven faces of the villagers who had been torn by wind and frost, and the rare flash of hope in their numb expressions, she couldn't help but sighed leisurely.

This can also be regarded as a kind of spiritual sustenance for the people of Qianlian City, right?

Lin Zhen sighed and glanced at the devastated Qianlian City, and said to the villagers who came to offer offerings: "Okay, we will stay in Qianlian City, but we will not accept offerings. If we need to see you off... we will start now, Let’s see off all those who died in Qianlian City.”

Tears rolled down the eyes of those villagers when they heard the words: "Thank you, thank you immortal..."

"No need." Lin Zhen sighed helplessly, and said to the disciples behind him, "Everyone, please help prepare."

Someone asked in a low voice: "Senior Yun, what are you preparing for?"

Do you really want to do something for Qianlian City?This kind of thing doesn't seem to make much sense.

Lin Zhen said softly: "Prepare the white silk, spiritual banners, and magic tools, and go. Don't ask so many questions."

The disciples found a piece of white silk in the golden hall.It's not that kind of pale unbleached white cloth, but a piece of snow-white silk satin that is misty and misty like a cloud.

Lin Zhen took the piece of white silk, pointed like a sword, and lightly slashed across the white silk, the silk satin was torn into pieces of slender white cloth strips.

She handed these cloth strips to the hands of the disciples, and circled an empty space outside the Golden Hall with her fingers, saying: "In this place, set up the spirit flags in eight directions, put the white silk Hang up."

The disciples took the strips of white silk and started to act busily. Because of the large number of people, it didn't take long to set up the spirit banner in the open space according to Lin Zhen's request.

"Senior Yun..."

Lin Zhen heard someone calling him, turned around and found that it was the little girl named Xie Ling.

She led a group of disciples over, holding some banners with strange patterns in her hands.

"Xie Ling, what's wrong?"

Xie Ling walked up to Lin Zhen, held the banner in her hand, and said in a low voice: "Senior Yun, if you want to do this ceremony for Qianlian City, shall we all help?" She blinked lightly, " After all, the greater the ostentation of this ceremony, the more the common people can feel relieved, isn't it?"

Lin really likes this clever little girl.She nodded and said, "Okay, then please lead everyone to hold the banners and stand in various directions."

Xie Ling replied solemnly: "Yes."

When the ceremony was almost ready, a dignified and solemn scene was presented in front of everyone.

On the periphery are serious disciples holding banners. They stand there motionless, like heavy mountains, and one can feel a sense of reliability when looking at them.

The spiritual flags standing in all directions stand silently, and there is a breeze blowing slowly, leading the misty white flags to flutter and flutter with the wind, connecting with the clouds in the sky, making people unable to distinguish clearly, only seeing the eyes full of, Overwhelmingly white.

Lin Zhen stood alone in the middle of the fluttering snow.

In her hand, she held a magic weapon bound with a simple and simple copper bell, and waved it lightly, making a mournful ringing that almost made people cry.

(End of this chapter)