Fundamentals of Catching Immortals

Chapter 122 Soul Changing Village (Seventeen)

The woman pointed to the innermost bookshelf inside: "There, it's placed in a camphor wood box with a lock on it, and the key should be hanging at the door."

A Xu nodded, raised the oil lamp and looked behind the door, and sure enough, he saw a bunch of keys hanging on nails at a glance.She took the key and walked to the bookshelf.He Shishi didn't follow, but just looked at the woman one more time, and saw that the woman still had a nervous expression on her face, and followed A Xu step by step, pointing her in the direction of the camphor wood box.

The village chronicle was indeed in a camphor wood box, and when the box was opened, the fragrance of camphor wood filled the air.The box seemed to be full of village chronicles. Axu put the oil lamp beside him, then sat on the ground, took out these village chronicles one by one from the box, squinted at the oil lamp, and carefully looked at the spine of the book on the word.

On the spine of the village chronicle, the year date, sun and moon are written. A village chronicle can record 20 years, and there are really not many things that happened in this small Weng village in the past years, except whose son got fame and whose family was a widow. In addition to the trivial things such as 30 years, it is to record which year the grain harvest was good, and which year the harvest was generally not good due to severe drought and so on.

Axu counted the time with her fingers, and found the village chronicle from nearly 200 years ago. She carefully took the village chronicle out of the box, held it in her hand, and looked at it carefully.

Although this village chronicle has been preserved exceptionally well, it is very old paper after all.The pages of the book were yellow and fragile, and A Xu gently pinched the pages with his index finger and thumb, barely daring to open them.

"According to the rules of our village, the village chronicle has to be re-transcribed every ten years. If there is no such thing in our village, the village chronicle should be re-transcribed this year." The woman looked at the village chronicle and sighed secretly.

She looked up at the books around her, with a trace of regret in her expression.

A Xu didn't speak, but felt that the light of the oil lamp was too dim. She opened her eyes wide and read a few lines, and felt her eyes were sore.She glanced at the woman beside her, thinking that anyway, she had already used the spell just now, and if she used it a little more now, this woman should not be fainted from fright.

She stretched out her hand, condensed her spiritual power between her fingers, and then drew a word "light" in the void in front of her. After a while, the air in front of her gradually brightened.

The woman's eyes widened in shock, but she didn't cry out.When Axu felt that the light was enough for her to see the words in the village chronicle clearly, she nodded in satisfaction and began to search for it.

He Shishi looked around for a few times, then stretched out his hand and randomly pulled out a book from the bookshelf to look at it twice.He originally thought that since someone in this village could cast such a powerful curse, there might be one or two books on cultivation in the library in the village.No matter how bad it is, it would be fine to have two books about mortals and folks.

But in this library, there are basically some four books and five classics that are common among ordinary people. There are at most two popular words books, and nothing else.

"Ahe! Come and have a look!" Ah Xu's words interrupted He Shiyi's doubts, he put the book in his hand back to its original place, and walked over.

"Look, does this just refer to Feng Niang?" A Xu asked He Shiyi excitedly, pointing to a short line of small characters in the village chronicle.

He Shiyi bent down and took a few careful glances.

"On the sixth day of August in the Siji year, Fengniang, the second daughter of the He family, married the eldest son of the Yunxi Zhou family. In the same year, the eldest son of the Zhou family died in the army. Fengniang was a widow for 63 years, and her integrity was evident."

(End of this chapter)