After I returned to Zhuangzi, I immediately began to retreat again, carefully observing the jade pendant sent by the middle-aged man.
The veins on the jade pendant are indeed not very clear. I have understood the eleven of the twelve aspects of the cloud pattern before. The twelve aspects seem to have no relationship, but they are actually closely connected. In the first ring, while observing, I tried my best to use the previous eleven phases to make up for this last phase.
It took almost ten days before and after, and I completely remembered the veins on the jade pendant.
The chaotic context is difficult to fully comprehend. I observed a part of it, and I feel that it is really helpful for the improvement of the realm. First, the weather is almost to the point where you can climb the summit with only one line. However, after comprehension here, Yu Pei The lack of context on the above, but can no longer be understood.
I was impatient. When I didn't get this jade pendant, the distance was perfect and I was one step away. After comprehending the jade pendant, there was only a short distance, but at this distance, I couldn't make any progress.
It's only a thin line, it's a world away from true Consummation. I can't swallow this breath. I retreat for more than ten days, but I still get nothing.
In addition to my chagrin, I am also a little bit gratified. Although I have not yet reached the true consummation, with this jade pendant, I have finally moved forward a little bit. If I meet Tu Tian again, I will have a hard time. As before, completely suppressed.
I tried again, and after more than half a month, I finally gave up temporarily. Failure, in fact, is quite normal. The Taoist practice has been in the weather for a lifetime, which is a little lower than my level, not to mention the Huangquan Corpse Scavengers. In the past several lifetimes, the distance from the peak of the Xiantian is also a little bit short. I have been practicing for less than ten years, and having the current cultivation base is already a great fortune.
I can foresee that to achieve true Consummation, it may take a long time, and eagerness for success is absolutely undesirable.
The people in Zhuangzi couldn't find out what was going on outside, so I could only walk around by myself. I still want to know the real purpose of Qian Kun Dao's visit to Dahe Beach this time.
I told the people in Zhuangzi that we must be careful these days. After I leave Zhuangzi, I am walking around the river beach endlessly as I did a few years ago. For seven or eight days, I didn't find any useful news. Qiankun Dao was hidden deep and didn't show up. I also cut off contact with the families that I used to communicate frequently. No one can tell where they are hiding.
After the flood season, the weather gradually became cooler. I was alone, eating and sleeping. Before I knew it, I could walk four or five hundred miles north from Zhuangzi.
During the flood season this year, the water was very strong. Many villages were flooded and the people were displaced. They all fled outside. After walking all the way in the first two days, they did not encounter any people. The dry food they brought with them had been eaten. By the early morning of the next day, Not long after I was on the road, I saw a small village from a distance.
The terrain of the small village is relatively high, so I escaped the flood. I planned to go there to find the villagers to buy some food. After halfway along the long path leading to the village, I saw a large group of people rushing from the village. come out.
At the forefront is a guide carrying a bamboo pole and throwing paper money, and behind is a funeral team.
Someone must have died in the village and will be buried today. Ordinary people are very taboo about this kind of funeral procession. The procession passes in front of people’s door, and every household has to sprinkle a circle of furnace ash at the door, which means to keep bad luck out. If you meet a funeral procession on the road, people Will consciously retreat, hiding far away.
I have seen more dead people than living people. I don't mind these. It's just that the dead are too big and I don't want to fight with them.
There were thirty or forty people in this funeral procession, followed by family members. It was possible that an old man died. In the village, the prestige was high. I retreated to the intersection of the path, raised my hand and held the straw hat on top of my head, and went to the funeral. The team is very close.
A group of people blew the loudspeakers, and when the team came to the intersection, a group of people rushed out from nowhere. When I looked sideways, I felt a little unreliable in my heart.
There were about sixteen or seven people in this group. At first glance, they had practiced martial arts. They were strong and fit, and they hulled to the intersection and blocked their way.
This village is an ordinary small village, and the funerals are all villagers. This group of people from the rivers and lakes flocked here, mostly for me. I settled my mind and didn't act rashly for the time being, but secretly prepared for the enemy.
While preparing secretly, I deliberately watched the surroundings. My current cultivation level is almost the same as that of Huangquan Corpse Scavengers in his heyday. It is not a problem to deal with masters like Zhang Yuanqian alone. As long as Tutian is not nearby, I have no problem at all. What a danger.
This group of people blocked the way, and the mourners were a bit hesitant. An old man who looked like the chief squeezed out from behind the crowd, accompanied by a smile, and asked: "Everyone, this is a funeral procession. What is your business? ?"
I squeezed sweat in the palm of my hand. I'm not afraid of these people, but if I can't do it, it's definitely better not to do it.
"What's the matter, you don't know?" As soon as the head of the person spoke, he revealed the accent of the Southern Territory, the accent of Qiankun Daozudi, and the accent of the river beach are very different. As long as they have dealt with them, it is fine. Hear it out.
"I really don't know..." The old man was surprised and looked at each other up and down. He probably saw that these people were murderous and didn't want to offend them. Then he asked: "We are the people of this village. We will bury the old man in the village. Yes, everybody, as the saying goes, there are thousands of roads, and you will never block the funeral path..."
"In the coffin, is the old man in your village?" The headed man is estimated to be about forty years old, with two big fists and calluses everywhere on his palms. At first glance, he is a person who has worked hard in foreign skills. He glanced slowly in the crowd. At a glance, it's like trying to see through everyone.
However, there was nothing unusual about this funeral procession. They were all ordinary villagers. The man scanned around and gradually turned his eyes to the coffin.
"In this coffin, is our old man. The old man lived to ninety-six. It is a joy or mourning." The old man in charge saw the man staring at the coffin and was surprised and nervous. He hurried forward and said. : "What do you guys do?"
"Go away!" As soon as the man stared at the coffin, the old man in charge leaned forward. He was obviously suspicious, sneered, and pushed away.
The old man, walked forward until he reached the coffin.
The few people who carried the coffin were also at a loss. When they met someone who snatched the coffin, they had never met the one who snatched the coffin. All of them were dumbfounded.
"You dutiful sons and grandchildren, carrying the coffin for the funeral. In the coffin, really your grandfather?" The man knocked on the coffin, staring at the few people who carried the coffin and the family of the deceased behind.
Most of the villagers are timid and fearful and unwilling to cause trouble. There are only a few young people who are brave, and when they see the man speaking inferiorly, they come up to reason with each other.
"Don't move, don't move." The old man in charge was afraid that these young people would fight each other because they didn't know what was good or bad. After all, the old man was old and knowledgeable. Do it, you will definitely suffer. The old man in charge hurriedly walked up to the man again and said, "I don't know what has offended you in our village? If you have anything, please speak directly."
"We have been staring at your village for two days. You said something is okay?" The man chuckled and said, "Hand over the people. Once the people are handed over, there will be nothing for you. If you don't hand over them, At your own risk."
"Hand over? Who should you hand over?" The old man was taken aback for a moment: "Who are you looking for?"
"What an old dog, it looks alike!" The man became a little impatient, raised his hand and waved to the back, and shouted: "Come on! Watch everyone around you!"
Several people behind him immediately came over and pushed everyone around the coffin to the back. The young people became more and more dissatisfied. They were only dragged by the villagers and didn't rush out.
"Do you really treat us as idiots?" The man squeezed his fists, his bones creaked, he slowly turned around the coffin, and said, "You still hide in there and can't come out, are you?"
Upon hearing this man’s words, I suddenly realized that they must be chasing someone, but the other party probably entered the village and never came out again. This group of people waited for a helper before blocking the funeral procession. The person they were looking for, It must be here.
But there are villagers around, and most of the people they are looking for are hiding in the coffin, wanting to get out.
I don’t know who this guy is looking for, but many of my previous friends have had feasts with Qian Kun Dao. I stood outside the crowd and didn’t move. I just watched quietly. If the situation is not right, just I can do it.
The villagers really seemed to be dizzy by the question. Monk Duzhang'er couldn't figure it out. The man became more and more impatient. He gritted his teeth and said to the old man in charge: "I will give you a way to survive. People, you villagers, wait to die!"
After saying this, the man raised his hand and took a crowbar from the person next to him. According to our custom, when the coffin is out for funerals, the nails are still not attached. Only when it is carried to the grave site, just before the burial. Will nail the coffin lid. Therefore, the man used a crowbar to insert between the coffin body and the coffin lid, and with a little force, the coffin creaked softly.
"I can't do it! I can't do it!" The old man in charge hurriedly grabbed the man's arm: "Our old lady is already in the coffin, what are you doing!?"
"There is a ghost in my heart!? Are you scared!?" The man was not polite, pushed the old man away with a sigh, and said with a grin: "The person in the coffin can't escape!"
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