The villagers who came to help Mr. Zhou move his ancestral graves returned home one after another due to many reasons. Mr. Zhou originally saw so many villagers leaving one by one, and he also had the idea of returning back.
But as the village chief of Zhoujia Village, wouldn’t it be a loss of face if he couldn’t even move his own ancestral graves?
Besides, there are several grandchildren around him who are still looking at him, so how can he retreat?
Seeing that Lin Jin did not leave with the villagers, Mr. Zhou slowed down slightly, came to Lin Jin and asked: "Master, aren't you leaving? Maybe there will be a thousand-year-old vixen after entering Fox Mountain. Then you can leave if you want."
Can’t leave anymore.”
Lin Jin swung the angle of the brim of his hat, looked at Hushan in front of him and said, "I want to go back too, but the problem is that my family is determined to win the phantom vine and won't allow me to back down easily."
When Mr. Zhou heard what Lin Jin said, he actually felt a little embarrassed. Young people in their prime were not afraid of life and death, but he, an old man, was still timid for the peace of his family's ancestral graves. He couldn't help but feel ashamed.
While chatting with Lin Jin, I heard a man in front of me say loudly: "Mr. Zhou, we are here!"
Stopping, Mr. Zhou asked happily: "How is my ancestral grave? Is it safe and complete?"
Hearing Mr. Zhou's urgent voice, the man laughed and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Zhou, your ancestral tombs are well preserved!"
After feeling relieved, Mr. Zhou pushed aside the villagers and slowly arrived at the location of his ancestral grave.
Lin Jin, who was behind the villagers, used his spiritual consciousness to briefly sense the graves in front of him. The completeness of the ancestral graves made Lin Jin frown.
Although I have only been in Zhoujia Village for two or three days, I also know that the ancestral tombs in Zhoujia Village, whether close to Hushan or some distance away, have been disturbed to varying degrees.
Nowadays, a tomb closest to Fox Mountain is intact, which makes people suspicious.
When everyone gathered around, Mr. Zhou's ancestral grave came into full view.
Indeed, there was nothing worth noting except for the normal trampling of some weeds by wild beasts.
"Why is it that Mr. Zhou's ancestral grave so close to Fox Mountain has not been disturbed by those stinky foxes? This is really strange!"
"That's right. Could it be that Mr. Zhou's ancestors showed favor to the thousand-year-old vixen in Fox Mountain? Otherwise, why didn't he mess with his ancestral grave?"
"Is it possible that ancestor Zhou had a love affair with that thousand-year-old vixen?"
"You're talking nonsense, be quiet!"
…
Lin Jin ignored the whispers of the people next to him in the crowd, but looked at Mr. Zhou's ancestral grave and had some thoughts in his mind.
If according to what the villagers said, all the foxes that appear on Fox Mountain are monsters, then if the monsters did not disturb Mr. Zhou's ancestral grave, there is basically only one explanation. There is something in the ancestral grave that makes the monster afraid.
Under the urging of Mr. Zhou, many villagers began to excavate their ancestral graves. Lin Jin watched the grave soil being sprinkled aside bit by bit, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.
Along the way in life, no matter whether you are a Buddha or a demon, no matter you look down on all the immortals in the world, you will eventually turn into a handful of loess. From this point of view, what is the meaning of striving for fame and conquering the world?
"Perhaps one day I will turn into these three feet of loess, but...that is something that will happen after my death. The only thing I, Lin Jin, want to do...or be persistent about...is now."
In Lin Jin's previous life, he was a Daluo Jinxian who had lived for thousands of years and had never really thought about life and death. Regarding the concepts of life and death, Lin Jin only felt that he was in two states: open eyes and closed eyes.
Although he was an immortal in his previous life, and the longevity of an immortal was approximately tens of thousands of years, there was still a limit. The reason why Lin Jin did not have a true definition of life and death was because the time had not yet come.
However, most cultivators hold the opposite idea. Cultivators are not real immortals, but just mortals pursuing the path of immortality.
Although for ordinary people who are completely in the secular world, cultivators have a life span of hundreds or even thousands of years, most cultivators face a problem.
That is, you have spent hundreds of years in seclusion, only to find that your lifespan is approaching when you come out of seclusion. How frustrating is this?
You must know that many cultivators will be trapped in a bottleneck in the world, neither retreating nor retreating, and are stuck in a dilemma.
Lifespan increases as your cultivation level increases, and if your cultivation base cannot improve or advance, your lifespan will not give you time to wait. The reduction of lifespan has forced many cultivators to start
It's crazy.
Therefore, many people use evil methods after much deliberation. Evil methods can indeed temporarily extend the life of a cultivator, but this is not a long-term solution.
During the period when your lifespan is extended, you still need to find ways to advance, so as to greatly extend your lifespan, so that you can maintain your life.
And it is precisely because of this that many "old immortals" among cultivators are very afraid of the time when their life span is exhausted, and only then will the feelings and insights of life and death haunt them all the time.
Lin Jin naturally didn't want to rush to understand his life at that time. Everyone's life is very rough, especially for cultivators who pursue the way of heaven. A retreat can last for hundreds of years, so it is good for longevity.
Yuan’s needs can always be met.
"Unless..." Lin Jin looked at the coffin that was lifted out of the soil by many villagers and murmured, "Achieving godhood?"
For Lin Jin, who has experienced the life of an immortal, the existence of gods is indeed his long-standing expectation. In his original dimension, he has never heard any news about who has achieved godhood, but the concept of gods is
An existence vaguely familiar to many people who seek the way of heaven.
It is said that people who have achieved godhood are as young as heaven and earth, jumping out of the three thousand avenues, and are not controlled by the power of the five elements. There is no concept of longevity at all!
There is no one who doesn’t want to be with heaven and earth, and even if heaven and earth destroy him, he can still survive alone. What kind of concept should this be?
After thinking about it, the coffin was opened by the villagers at the urging of Mr. Zhou. Due to the age, when a hole was opened in the coffin lid, many villagers did not want to be implicated in bad luck and retreated far away.
But many villagers were a little confused, because as the coffin lid was opened little by little, no corpse gas was leaked from inside!
It stands to reason that coffins that have been buried underground for many years will produce some corpse gas, but the coffin owned by Zhou Ancestor does not have any corpse gas. On the contrary, the air inside the coffin is still very fresh, as if it had just been buried!
"There is not even corpse air, and there is such fresh air. Is it really related to the thousand-year-old vixen in Fox Mountain?"
"It's very possible, otherwise why would it be so unusual!"
"Look, Mr. Zhou's ancestor actually...actually..."
Some villagers had already leaned forward to observe the situation in the coffin, and what they saw immediately surprised them so much that their mouths were wide enough to fit an egg in.
The situation in the coffin was astonishing. Elder Zhou's ancestor was lying peacefully in the coffin. He had not turned into white bones at all, but had a lifelike face. With his skin still a little elastic, he looked like a sleeping person.
Great living person!
Among the crowd, Lin Jin naturally saw this scene and frowned. It was a certainty that Zhou Lao's ancestor died this week, but the thing before him now was to find out the reason why his body was not corrupt.
His spiritual consciousness began to sense in the coffin, and it didn't take long for Lin Jin to discover a transparent hair-like thing on the back of ancestor Zhou, which was like a string and was not long, about half a foot long.
Lin Jin thought secretly: It seems that this is it. It should be the burial object when the ancestor Zhou was buried a long time ago. Let's get it and take a look...
Just as Lin Jin was about to use his spiritual power to blow up strong winds like he did in the wine city, so that the villagers could not see the surroundings clearly, he heard the villagers suddenly scream.
"The vixens are coming out! There are so many of them! Look!"
Lin Jin turned around and saw that indeed, there were several fox heads protruding from the piles of soil, and several pairs of bare eyes staring at the coffin, as if they had someone's last name!
In order to ensure the smooth movement of the tomb, many surrounding villagers began to burn torches to drive away the foxes, while Mr. Zhou and others began to move the coffins and slowly move out the corpses of their ancestors.
At this time, a fox unexpectedly rushed over, jumped on the back of Zhou Ancestor, grabbed a transparent string in his mouth, and fled away.
Many villagers have not yet reacted, and by the time they did, the surrounding foxes had already run away with the escaped fox. (To be continued.)