My Years in the Folklore World

Chapter 368 Secret
The old man's empty eyes revealed a hint of complicated emotions, and then he continued:

"But even though our world was destroyed, there are still some old immortals like me who survived, hiding in the cracks of time and space that cannot see the sun and barely lingering."

"They want to struggle to climb out of this abyss, want to return to the secular world today, and try to stir up a huge storm again."

"Although I am only a crippled body now, I will not let them leave here."

"People like us should have long since turned into the dust of history and disappeared. We shouldn't have caused trouble for future generations..."

The old man was talking to himself, but his hands were busy too. He took out a bristle brush from somewhere, dipped it in the wood lacquer in the bucket and started to apply it on the coffin.

But Jiang Xinghuo noticed that although the paint on the bristle brush was red, once it was applied to the coffin, it would immediately turn dark black, as if it was the color of dried blood.

Moreover, Jiang Xinghuo also captured some useful information from the old man's words.

Although the ancient secular civilization was destroyed, not everyone died in the disaster.

Many people survived.

The old man that Mr. Huang He met back then is one of them, and the old man in the ancestral hall in Taiping Ancient Town is also one of them.

But judging from what the old man said, these survivors might not be united in mind, but each have their own ideas.

Some people want to leave the relics of the old world and live their life over again.

At the same time, there are also some people who go with the flow, believing that they have become remnants of the old era and should no longer appear in the new era.

The old man in the ancestral hall should belong to the latter.

At this moment, Jiang Xinghuo suddenly felt an unusual sound coming from behind him, and an extremely gloomy aura was entwined towards him like a poisonous snake.

At the same time, the old man's voice exploded in Jiang Xinghuo's ears like spring thunder.

"Get out of the way!"

Jiang Xinghuo didn't have time to think about it. He flashed and arrived at the gate of the ancestral hall. He looked behind him and saw that there was an extra coffin in the middle of the ancestral hall.

An old man with a withered figure appeared there. He sat upright on the coffin, and his lower body had merged with the coffin.

Wisps of black aura spread from his body, and he was moving around on the ground like a python.

If Jiang Xinghuo had not dodged just now, he would have been entangled by these things.

"You are still dreaming of taking over my body and being reborn in front of me. You are so ignorant of the immensity of the world!!"

The old man's voice was cold and numb. He waved the brush in his hand and red wood paint splashed out like raindrops, falling on the shadows lurking on the ground.

The red flames rose up instantly and began to burn the black aura rapidly.

Jiang Xinghuo stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall, frowning slightly. He found that the temperature of the red flame was very high, and the shadow on the ground could not resist it at all. Even the blessing of his own Kitchen God might not be able to block it.

He originally wanted to use the Kitchen God's "fire gathering method" to intercept a wisp of flame and then melt it into his own Kitchen God's fire.

But after thinking for a moment, Jiang Xinghuo gave up the idea. He didn't want to have any conflict with the old man now, so it was better to be careful.

The old man sitting on the coffin had a resentful look on his face as he let the flames spread towards him until they completely enveloped his body.

However, the old man was no ordinary man. Although the flames burned fiercely, he did not suffer any damage on his body. Even his clothes did not show any signs of catching fire.

"Hahaha... old man, you have the power of the skyfire, but in the end you still can't do anything to me?"

The old man on the coffin sneered, seemingly not caring at all about the flames on his body.

The old man who was making the coffin did not get angry. He just said expressionlessly: "I have plenty of time. As long as I am alive, you will never leave here. The generations of your family will be buried here forever. Don't even think about taking a step out!!"

As the old man said this, the rows of tablets in the middle of the ancestral hall began to shake, as if they were dissatisfied with what the old man had just said.

"You are a bunch of dying chickens and dogs, how dare you bark here? Be quiet!"

As he spoke, the old man stretched out his hand in the air, and a corpse suddenly appeared in his hand, which he stuffed into the coffin.

Jiang Xinghuo could see clearly from the side that the corpse looked at least 70% similar to the paper man he had burned to death before.

In other words, the paper figure was made based on the prototype of this corpse.

The paper man was thrown into the coffin. The old man lifted the coffin board and tried to seal the door, but he stumbled and almost fell.

"Old man, let me help you!"

Seeing this, Jiang Xinghuo immediately walked over and wanted to help the old man lift the coffin.

"Need not!"

The old man waved his hand and said, "My body can still hold on. I will never fall down until all these bastards are dead."

Bang!
The old man threw it hard and put the coffin lid on the coffin. Then he took out a few gold-gold nails from his arms and started nailing them up with a clanging sound.

When the last nail was completely driven into the coffin lid.

Jiang Xinghuo heard a strange sound coming from the incense table where the tablets were placed in the middle of the ancestral hall.

Look up.

A black tablet suddenly split into two.

"Cough cough cough..."

The old man threw away the axe in his hand, covered his chest, coughed a few times, then looked at the old man on the coffin and said with a smile: "Old man, you are one step closer to death!!"

"Then let's see who dies first..."

The old man on the coffin sneered twice, the red flames on his body gradually went out, and his figure disappeared into the air.

In a blink of an eye, Jiang Xinghuo and the old man who kept coughing were the only ones left in the huge ancestral hall.

"Young man, come here..."

The old man waved at Jiang Xinghuo.

Although Jiang Xinghuo was a little hesitant, he finally chose to go over.

The power of Molong A'tai and Ku Mu Fengchun slowly diffused in the old man's body.

"My injuries are not ordinary internal injuries. I appreciate your kindness, but please don't waste your energy."

The old man waved his hand.

Jiang Xinghuo sighed lightly and took back Molong A'tai and Ku Mu Fengchun. The old man was seriously injured.

His meridians and internal organs were riddled with holes.

If this kind of injury happened to an ordinary person, it would be enough to die a hundred times. But this old man just coughed a little. The few coughs he heard in the ancestral hall before should also be made by this old man.

But I don’t know why I couldn’t see each other at the beginning. We were clearly in the same space, but it was like we were in two completely different worlds.

The old man raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Xinghuo, nodding and shaking his head from time to time, which made Jiang Xinghuo feel uncomfortable and scared.

"Old man, is there any problem?"

Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but ask.

"Young man, you have learned too many things, involving all kinds of teachings and the power of various Dharma veins. There are also many Dao marks in your body. Although you can't see anything now, when your cultivation reaches a certain level, these things will become your shackles, trapping you like shackles, and it will be difficult to escape."

"so……"

The old man looked up at Jiang Xinghuo and continued, "You'd better get rid of those unnecessary things on your body this morning, especially those fragments of Dao Mark. The more of these ghost things, the better."

"Dao scar fragments?"

Jiang Xinghuo hesitated for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Are you referring to the fragments of the law?"

"Law?"

The old man's tone fluctuated slightly.

"Do you call that kind of power law in your age?"

"In the civilization of our time, this kind of authority that transcends ordinary power is called Dao Mark. But no matter what the name is, the essence is the same."

"Do you know where this power comes from?"

Jiang Xinghuo shook his head.

He also tried to explore the source of the power of the law.

But this kind of power seems to be an innate gift of the mortal world, just like wind, clouds, rain, dew, flowers, plants and trees, and it is impossible to trace its true source.

"These Dao marks are all Dao marks left by powerful people in ancient times. The ancient times I am referring to are not the ancient times of our civilization, but the ancient times of our world or the planet."

The old man sat in a chair and told Jiang Xinghuo everything he knew.

"According to some ancient documents, those powerful people in ancient times have completely mastered a kind of Tao. Even if the civilization they live in is about to end, they will not die with the overthrow of civilization, but will only fall into a long and eternal sleep."

"The traces of these road signs are the anchors they left for themselves. As long as the road signs don't collapse, there are still traces of the road in the world. Even if they sleep for tens of millions of years, they will have a chance to wake up again. Unless the road signs completely collapse, they will truly die."

"And people like you who have Dao Marks in their bodies are equivalent to puppets of those ancient bosses. If they wake up from their slumber, they can take over your body at any time."

Listening to these unknown ancient secrets, Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but feel a little scared. He had already used the ability of the Hundred Flavors Eyes and was basically sure that the old man's words were true.

Jiang Xinghuo was silent for a while, then asked, "Can you confirm how many Dao Mark fragments exist in my body?"

"It shouldn't be difficult..."

The old man's haggard face twisted slightly, and the wrinkles on his forehead suddenly opened up, revealing a pair of dark golden eyes that grew sideways.

Jiang Xinghuo could see that the original color of this eye should be pure gold, but too much vitality had been lost from the old man's body, causing this divine eye to lose its original appearance.

"Don't worry, don't be nervous, I have no ill will towards you."

The old man spoke softly to comfort him, and at the same time a ray of golden light shot out from his eyes, covering Jiang Xinghuo's body.

"The Dao Mark of Compassion, the Dao Mark of Great Evolution, the Dao Mark of Disaster, the Dao Mark of Mountains and Rivers, the Dao Mark of Holiness, the Dao Mark of Cause and Effect, the Dao Mark of Blasphemy, the Dao Mark of Destruction, the Dao Mark of Nuclear Transformation..."

The old man didn't seem to have expected that Jiang Xinghuo would master so many fragments of the law, and the surprise on his face became more and more intense.

Finally, he simply shook his head and said:

"You are really young and formidable. There are many Dao trace fragments in your body. If those ancient strongmen want to take over your body, I'm afraid they will have to fight each other first."

The old man's words sounded light and casual, but Jiang Xinghuo felt a chill down his spine.

He originally thought that the power of law could enhance his own strength, but he did not expect that it was actually a bait deliberately laid by others.

If those ancient bosses mentioned by the old man woke up, his life and death would probably depend on their thoughts.

but……

Jiang Xinghuo noticed that among the many fragments of laws that the old man had just mentioned, the Golden Law did not seem to be mentioned.

Is it because I didn't notice it or is it due to some other reason?
Jiang Xinghuo had some concerns in his heart.

He didn't know whether he should explain the situation to the old man. Although the old man had no ill intentions at the moment, human hearts were unpredictable. Who knew if the other party would have any other ideas after knowing the existence of the Golden Law.

But if I miss this opportunity, I may not be sure if I will have it again in the future.

Think before and after.

Jiang Xinghuo decided to speak out. If the old man really attacked him, he would not sit there and wait for death.

I have a lot of cards in my hand now, so even if I can't beat him, escaping should not be a problem.

"Old man, I actually have a kind of law power..."

Jiang Xinghuo slowly stretched out his right hand and activated the golden law in his body. A power aura emitting pure golden light gradually emerged in his palm, and the light enveloped him and the old man.

At first, the old man did not show anything abnormal, but when the golden light enveloped his body, the expression on the old man's face began to change.

He felt that the injuries in his body had actually improved! !
His beacon collapsed when the last civilization fell. The reason he was able to survive until now is because he hid in the cracks of time and space.

Time is reversed and disordered here, so even though his body has long been exhausted, he is still holding on to his last breath.

Now, under this insignificant golden light, the damage in his body caused by the collapse of the landmark began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It must be said that at that moment, he was indeed greedy and wanted to forcibly take this power for himself.

However, he finally suppressed his greed.

If he had resorted to unscrupulous means, there were many ways he could have saved his life and lived a fulfilling life.

The reason why he didn't do that was because he had his own beliefs. He would not give up what he insisted on just to survive.

"This is... the power of the origin of Dao Mark..."

The old man touched the invisible golden light with his fingertips.

Jiang Xinghuo also found that the old man's injuries were getting better. Not only that, his face also became younger, and soon he turned into a middle-aged man in his forties. Even the golden pupil between his eyebrows emitted a dazzling light.

(End of this chapter)