I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 168: A Person Without Past or Future
Li Qingyun's expression remained unchanged when he heard this, but he secretly became more alert in his heart.

This "happy event" is obviously not as simple as it seems. It may be a crisis, or it may be an opportunity to find Feng Yaqin and others and a way to leave the village.

So he kept smiling, sat casually on the ground, pretended to be curious, and asked with a smile:
"Auntie, is there any happy event in the village? Can you tell me about it?"

As he spoke, he unceremoniously reached out and grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the red cloth pocket in front of the old woman, holding it in his hand, as if he was ready to crack the seeds and chat with her.

The old woman smiled, with a gleam in her cloudy eyes:

"The son of the village chief of our Feng Village is getting married to a fairy from heaven. Isn't that amazing! It is said that the village chief spent a lot of effort and gave a lot of betrothal gifts to get the fairy in heaven to agree to marry his daughter to our Feng Village.

"This is a great happy event! My dear, you must stay and don't miss the opportunity to drink at the wedding!"

She seemed to have opened up a chatterbox and began to praise the village chief's family incessantly, her words full of envy and admiration.

But when Li Qingyun tried to ask more details about the "fairy", she couldn't tell him which fairy the bride was or her name. She just repeatedly told him to stay and drink at the wedding.

Li Qingyun was full of doubts. The cheerful and lively "Feng Village" in front of him was so weird that the more he thought about it, the weirder it felt.

Qi Shaowei and the group of wandering cultivators had clearly entered the village with him, but from the moment they stepped into the village entrance, they suddenly became separated, as if they had been swallowed up by the village.

Where are Feng Yaqin and Qi Shaowei?
And what does the upcoming "happy event" represent?
Thinking of this, Li Qingyun did not hesitate and immediately communicated with the pupil pattern on his arm, using the handful of melon seeds he had just grabbed as a medium to activate his divination power.

"The origin of the melon seed owner..."

With the sacrifice of qi and blood, the power of destiny condensed in his palm. The surrounding aura changed slightly, and even the entire village with curling smoke shook slightly.

In an instant, a series of dead and gray pictures flashed through his eyes, as if he was looking into an endless abyss. All the light and color seemed to be swallowed up, and replaced by an eternal nothingness.

Hiss——

Li Qingyun suddenly came to his senses and was greatly shocked.

The divination power that had always worked successfully was completely ineffective this time, as if it had hit an invisible wall.

The old woman in front of me was like an empty shell without a past or a future, as if she was completely disconnected from the long river of fate.

This was unprecedented in his previous divination experience.

No matter whether it is a living being or a ghost, as long as it has intelligence, there will always be the thread of fate entangled in it. But this old woman is like an isolated floating object, and there is no way to see her.

Something is wrong, extremely wrong!
Li Qingyun took a deep breath, and all kinds of speculations surged through his mind. For a moment, he was not sure what exactly he had encountered.

However, since he traveled through time, he has experienced too many bizarre and strange things, and even dealt with the evil gods from the upper realm. Although the scene before him made him alert, he did not panic.

At the moment, since we can't find any clues from these strange villagers, we should first find Feng Yaqin and Qi Shaowei and then make plans.

He moved his hand and took out the two jade slips that Feng Yaqin had given him. He felt relieved and then started to use his divination skills again.

"The location of Fengyaqin..."

Li Qingyun muttered to himself.

The next moment, a blurry picture flashed before his eyes.

Feng Yaqin, Qi Shaowei, and a group of casual practitioners were seen standing in an open space in the village, looking anxious.

Feng Yaqin looked uneasy, bit her lips slightly, her face full of tension, and said anxiously:

"Gao Ren'an hasn't established his foundation yet... If he is really trapped in this strange place, he will be in great danger... We must find him as soon as possible..."

At the moment this sentence came out, the scene in front of Li Qingyun suddenly became like a torn old paper, breaking into pieces and disappearing.

His mind returned to reality and his heart sank.

It was obvious that Feng Yaqin, Qi Shaowei and the wandering cultivators were indeed in this village, even not far away from him!

But the weirdness of Fengcun was far beyond common sense. Those people were clearly on the street under his feet, but they seemed to be separated by some invisible force. There was no trace of them at all in the bustling scene around him.

Another clue also ends here...

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Fengcun, Wuxian Temple.

The grand and majestic temple is far away from the residential areas. The outline outlined by the golden glazed tiles looks particularly gloomy and cold in the darkening sky.

This Five Immortals Temple stands alone on the western edge of the village, surrounded by silence, as if it is deliberately keeping a distance from the world.

The small river in front of the door flows slowly, making a low sound of water. The dark green waves glow green under the setting sun. Occasionally, a few yellow fallen leaves float down with the wind, swirling on the water, and finally being quietly carried away by the river.

This place is beautifully built and covers a very large area. The hall paved with water-ground blue bricks is magnificent and can accommodate hundreds of people without feeling crowded.

Feng Yaqin and Qi Shaowei led the wandering practitioners into the temple. They looked around and saw that what was enshrined inside the temple were not the Three Pure Ones of Taoism, nor the Bodhisattvas of Buddhism, nor the sages of past dynasties, but five lifelike animal statues.

Fox, snake, hedgehog, mouse, weasel.

The eyes of each statue are strange and unusual, revealing a kind of cunning and hidden greed, with a gleam of evil in them, as if they would come alive from the stone statues at any time.

The walls around the hall were hung with all kinds of offerings, with withered paper money fluttering in the wind, and dried grains and meat piled up like hills in the corners, giving off a hint of corruption.

There were only a few wisps of ashes left in the incense burner in the corner, and the red oil from the candle had long since solidified into twisted and strange shapes, like some kind of mysterious symbol.

The evening breeze passed silently outside the temple, making the hanging paper money and cloth streamers rustle as if they were being fiddled by invisible hands. The faint sound of mumbling was chilling.

Qi Shaowei held the formation plate in his hand and scanned the surroundings with a gloomy face. After carefully inspecting the hall from front to back, he finally let out a long breath and said:
"Junior sister, although it is a little chilly here, there is nothing unusual. Let's settle these wandering cultivators down first, make a fire to keep warm, get some food, and then go find Gao Ren'an."

Feng Yaqin nodded slightly. Even though she and Qi Shaowei had already been practicing fasting, the cultivation levels of the independent cultivators varied and they still needed some care.

After receiving their instructions, the wandering cultivators began to busy themselves with making a fire. Wisps of green smoke gradually rose in the temple, illuminating the paper money and cloth banners around them.

Under the dim light of the fire, Qi Shaowei came close to Feng Yaqin and asked in a low voice, "Junior sister, there is something strange about Feng Village. What do you think?"

Feng Yaqin concentrated for a moment and responded in a low voice:

"You can't leave the village after dusk. This is the most suspicious thing. Besides, the funeral in the village tomorrow is also very strange.

"On the way here just now, I have asked around, but these villagers are all evasive and refuse to say who died or how they died."

Qi Shaowei's expression became more solemn:

"Junior sister is right, there is something strange here. But the problem is, I have used the secret method of my sect along the way and carefully checked the environment here. There is no trace of any formation or illusion.

“That is to say, everything we see before our eyes is real!
"Moreover, I also discovered that the people in Feng Village have no cultivation and are just ordinary mortals. With their power, it is impossible for them to create so many strange things."

Feng Yaqin frowned:
"Do you suspect it was caused by external forces?"

Qi Shaowei nodded and said in a low voice:

"I suspect there may be some extremely powerful but negatively-effectful magic weapon hidden here. It distorts the natural laws here and also affects the will of the villagers." Feng Yaqin pondered for a while and nodded slightly:

"Brother, what you said makes sense. Judging from the current situation, this possibility is quite high."

Qi Shaowei continued:
"Also, the 'Five Immortals' enshrined here are the five witch gods worshipped by Liaodong Shamanism, and each of them possesses powerful powers.

“After the God’s Descent Ceremony in Bianliang City, the world underwent tremendous changes, and the barrier between the spirit world and the human world became weaker and weaker. It is not impossible for these witches and gods to send down some magic weapons to try to influence the human world.

"In my humble opinion, if we want to rescue Gao Ren'an, we must find the magic weapon here and find a way to seal it. This is the best way to solve the problem."

Feng Yaqin's eyes showed some solemnity:

"Brother, what you said is absolutely right. If that is the case, then without further delay, I will go and investigate the whereabouts of the witch's magic weapon."

Qi Shaowei nodded:
"The peach wood array plate I refined is extremely sensitive to all kinds of spiritual power. If we go together, we can have someone to look after us."

As he spoke, he stood up and instructed Min Boyang and others:

"My junior sister and I will go out to investigate. You stay here and don't act rashly."

As he said that, he took out the formation plate, took Feng Yaqin and left the Five Immortals Temple, and walked straight towards the village.

As the backs of Qi Shaowei and Feng Yaqin gradually disappeared in the shadow of the village, the temple suddenly fell into a dull silence.

Suddenly, Min Boyang jumped up, walked to the temple gate, looked around with flickering eyes.

Min Zhongyang, the second of the "Four Elders of the Min Family", saw this and said with a puzzled look:

"Brother, where are you going? The two immortals have told us not to act rashly."

Min Boyang sneered, with a hint of greed in his eyes:
"Idiot, didn't you hear what those two Taoists said? They were going to look for magic weapons! How could they take us with them for such a good thing?"

Min Zhongyang immediately understood what was going on when he heard this, but his expression was still a little hesitant:
"Brother, do you want to go treasure hunting too? But this ghost place is too weird, I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Min Boyang spat impatiently:
"Bah, you useless thing! You just heard it, there are no formations or restrictions here, even the villagers are just ordinary mortals who have been affected by magic weapons, what is there to be afraid of?

"Besides, we are independent cultivators. Without a sect to rely on, we are all living on the edge of a knife. Now that the opportunity from heaven is right before our eyes, why are you still hesitating like a woman?"

At this time, the third oldest, Min Shuyang, also interrupted:

"Yes, big brother is right. In my opinion, those two idiots are just trying to scare us so that they can take the treasure for themselves!"

Min Boyang nodded:
"A great opportunity is for those with virtue. No matter what level of cultivation you have, everyone is equal. Now this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is right before our eyes. If we don't seize it, we will not even be able to drink soup if we follow those two fourth-level masters in the future.

"Why not take advantage of this moment to find the magic weapon first? Whoever gets it will own it!"

His voice echoed in the temple, like the whisper of a poisonous snake, gradually penetrating into everyone's hearts.

The other three brothers of the "Four Elders of the Min Family" immediately nodded in agreement. Even those independent cultivators with lower cultivation bases began to be tempted, with greed flashing in their eyes.

They are originally helpless independent cultivators. In this world of cultivation where the strong prey on the weak, opportunity is the most tempting wealth.

The great opportunity before us seems to be within reach, and everyone fantasizes that he or she is the lucky one in a million who can change his or her fate.

People's hearts began to twist at this moment.

The gratitude they felt for being saved was long forgotten, and all that remained in their eyes was the desire and greed for power.

As Min Boyang rushed out of the temple gate first, the wandering cultivators no longer hesitated and immediately rushed out one after another.

Behind them, five stone statues stood quietly, with the faint light of the fire projected on them, forming interlaced shadows, as if those statues with strange eyes were watching them...

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Min Zhongyang, the second son of the Min family, walked cautiously to the door of a house. In front of him was a white cloth fluttering in the wind, swaying faintly, and looking particularly dazzling in the dim twilight.

He was startled and stopped immediately.

"Just now, the villagers of Feng Village said that a funeral will be held here tomorrow. Could it be this family?"

Min Zhongyang muttered to himself, vaguely feeling that this funeral and the rumored magic weapon had some mysterious connection, and perhaps the opportunity was right before his eyes.

As if possessed by a ghost, he walked forward, hesitated for a moment, and knocked on the door gently.

For a long time, no one answered.

Min Zhongyang tried a few more times, but there was still no response, so he looked around and saw that there was no one around. The uneasiness in his heart was gradually suppressed by curiosity and greed. He gritted his teeth, raised his hand and exerted light force, silently breaking the bolt and pushing open the door.

The moment the door opened, a stream of cold air gushed out from the gap, carrying an ancient and corrupt smell, and silently climbed up his neck.

Min Zhongyang walked in and closed the door behind him, fearing that his companions would discover what was happening.

The light inside the door was a little dim, and the air was so stuffy that it seemed like it hadn't flowed for decades, but the surrounding scenery was still clearly visible.

The open rice jar, the half-washed clothes, and the gently rocking wooden horse indicate that not only adults and children live here, but they may even have been working or playing just now.

However, everyone seemed to have suddenly evaporated and disappeared completely. The silence in the room was so heavy that it was almost suffocating.

He felt a chill down his spine, and an inexplicable fear followed him like a shadow.

Min Zhongyang turned his head and suddenly found that at the foot of the wall, there were three coffins, two large and one small, neatly arranged.
Why is there a coffin here?
Why is the coffin standing up?
The doubts in his heart turned into uncontrollable curiosity, as if an invisible hand was pulling him. Min Zhongyang walked forward quickly regardless of everything, and with a slight shake of his fingers, he pushed open the lid of one of the coffins.

crunch--

Just as the coffin lid slowly opened, a pale and cold hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness and grabbed his collar tightly.

The hand was chilling, as if it had grabbed his soul. Before he could react, the hand tugged hard, dragging him into the unfathomable darkness.

"what--!"

Min Zhongyang let out a heart-wrenching scream and struggled violently, but the hand was so powerful that it easily pulled him into the coffin as if he was just a fragile leaf.

The coffin lid closed in an instant, and the surroundings fell into endless darkness and biting cold.

Min Zhongyang felt his breathing becoming heavier, his vision was swallowed by absolute darkness, and everything around him became distant and blurry.

Just as his consciousness was about to sink into complete nothingness, a long sigh sounded softly, which seemed to carry endless resentment and regret:

"Alas... According to the village rules, you can't break into an empty house. Why don't you listen to my advice..."

In the darkness, Min Zhongyang's heart seemed to be gripped by this sigh, and a chill surged into his heart.

He completely fell into an endless abyss...

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(End of this chapter)