Zhang Zhixuan killed the queen ant, and the remaining fire crystal ants lost their heads and fled almost instantly.
Now that everyone was very tired, Zhang Hanyan and the two reluctantly put the queen's body into a storage bag, then packed up the remains of Uncle Fifteen, barely searched the queen's nest, and found a fist-sized piece of ore.
The ore is blood red all over, and its surface exudes extremely high temperatures. It looks like a high-grade spiritual object at first glance. Neither of them knew this piece of ore, so they could only put it in a storage bag and wait to identify it later.
Because of time constraints, this place is far away from the Qingxuanzong Mountain Gate. The bloody smell caused by their hunting of fire crystal ants has spread far away. In order to prevent other monsters from attacking, the few people can only hastily cremate the fifteenth uncle's body and carry it with them.
The ashes left the blood-stained hills in panic.
Along the way, Zhang Zhixuan seemed to have suffered severe blood loss and severe wounds, but he had all skin wounds. Under the care of Zhang Hanyan and his two men, his health got better and better day by day. By the time he arrived near Qingxuan Zongfang City, he had actually recovered more than half of his body.
The fourth uncle's situation was just the opposite. He seemed to be unscathed, but his mental wear and tear was very serious. He had been controlling the formation without sleep for several days, and his efforts were almost exhausted.
Along the way, his condition became worse and worse. When he arrived in Zhongxuanfang City, he looked as if he had aged several years.
Because Uncle Fifteen died, although everyone hunted down the fire crystal ants, they were not too happy.
Returning to Qingxuan Sect, Zhang Hanyan first handed over the body of the queen ant to the sect's mission in exchange for three thousand good deeds, and then took the blood-red ore in his hand to be identified by familiar weapon refiners in the city.
In the end, he used his old relationship with Taoist Yunzhi and hired a senior third-level high-grade weapon refiner to identify this piece of ore.
This object is called Xuanhuo Crystal, and its grade is even as high as the fourth-grade low-grade. This fourth-grade ore, as long as one or two coins are added to the magic weapon, the grade of a low-level magic weapon can be improved.
This blood-red spiritual mine even alarmed the fourth-level weapon refiner of Qingxuan Sect.
A fourth-level weapon refiner from the Zifu period came forward, spent two thousand good works, and finally obtained the ownership of this object.
This time when hunting fire crystal ants, a few people gained the most good deeds, more than five thousand in total. Including Han Yan's original good deeds, the total was almost ten thousand.
To this end, the fourth uncle also took out the middle-grade fire-attribute spirit stones found by hunting the fire-horned cattle and exchanged them for 500 good deeds. He also contributed a set of treasured third-order low-grade formations in exchange for 700 good deeds.
Yan collected enough 11,000 good deeds to prevent her from having any foundation-building resources after redeeming the foundation-building pills.
After all, when building the foundation, other spiritual elixirs are needed to assist, and the effect will be better.
The fourth uncle already knew about his physical condition. He knew that he did not have much longevity left. He hoped to see Han Yan succeed in building the foundation before closing his eyes, so that he would not have any regrets.
After many twists and turns, he finally collected 10,000 good deeds for Han Yan.
Several people didn't have time to wait for her to redeem the Foundation Building Pill to build the foundation. They just waited for Zhang Zhixuan to recover from his injuries and left Qingxuan Mountain in a hurry.
It has taken nearly three years to come back to Qingxuan Sect.
Recently, the fourth uncle seems to be aging faster and faster. In just three or two months, the white hair on his head has become completely like snow.
The life span of a monk in the Qi training stage is more than two decades. Under normal circumstances, he can still enjoy a life span of more than thirty years.
But looking at his current condition, I don't know how many years he can last.
The journey was calm and the few people finally returned to Lushan.
The three of them came directly to Hantan in the back mountain. The clan leader Zhang Leqian glanced at the three of them and said bitterly: "It would be great to come back. It seems that something unexpected has happened to Meng Chong.
After a few days, bury him in the family cemetery!
Monks practicing Taoism will eventually die one day unless they attain Taoism and become immortals.
Every time a monk takes a step forward, there is always the blood of relatives, friends, enemies, or innocent people.
Since the three of you have embarked on the road, you must understand this."
Several people shook their heads helplessly and looked at each other silently.
This time I went to Qingxuanzong, but my fifteenth uncle didn't come back. His family was full of talkative people, including more than a dozen wives and concubines. They were crying and looking upset.
Uncle Fifteen died, and the status of his wife and children was about to gradually decline.
Without Uncle Fifteen as an elder, not only will the worshippers see a visible decline, but even the power within the clan will gradually be reduced and eventually marginalized.
But this is also the normal metabolism of the family, and the family does not have the ability to support his family according to the previous treatment.
A ninth-level qi-training elder's annual offering is sixty spiritual stones, which is six thousand in one hundred years. For every elder who dies for the sake of the family, it is impossible for the family to support his descendants for another hundred years according to the previous treatment.
In addition to a generous pension, the elders of the family will only give slightly preferential treatment to some of their descendants under fair circumstances.
In the end, all the chores for the fifteenth uncle's funeral were handed over to the nineteenth uncle Zhang Mengling. He had always been responsible for the family's general affairs and was also prestigious among the lower-level clan members.
Because the clan leader came forward and provided a very generous pension, Uncle Fifteen's wife and children were not only sad but also did not come forward to cause trouble. In short, he was buried peacefully in the family tomb.
The family cemetery is on the hillside of the back mountain, not too far from the Hantan where the patriarch lives.
As long as they are monks in the family, even if no body is found, just like the ninth uncle Zhang Mengquan, they will leave a place here, even if it is just a tomb.
Zhang Zhixuan took a closer look and found that starting from Zhang Tairen, the founder of the family, these tombs were densely lined up.
Zhang Tairen's tomb is located at the highest point. There are only a few people in his row, only him and his three monks, wives and concubines.
When we arrived at Zhang Chuyun's row, there were not many people there, and there were only a dozen tombs in total.
By Zhang Leqian's generation, the number of monks buried in the cemetery had increased several times. Zhang Zhixuan counted carefully and found that there were already more than twenty people.
There are only three monks of this generation left.
Except for the clan leader, the remaining two people have long since stopped taking care of themselves and are living out their days in the mountains.
By the time of the Meng generation of monks, sixteen people had died.
Even among the monks of the Zhizi generation, nine people were killed. None of them were very old. The oldest was only fifty years old.
In the bottom row, the graves of three monks of the Si generation are guarded alone below.
The clan members buried here are all monks with spiritual roots. The cemetery of the mortal family members is not on the mountain, but near Lushan County at the foot of the mountain, not far from the spiritual field.
Looking at this large cemetery, Zhang Zhixuan couldn't help but feel a little sad. Six generations of monks in the family have been buried on this land. There are almost a hundred people, and more monks will be buried here in the future.
Among these people, there are ancestors from the Zifu stage and Xinnen who are twenty years old from the Xiantian stage.
In the end, it's all just a push of loess, so what's the difference?
Zhang Zhixuan shook his head vigorously to dispel the negative emotions in his heart. He looked at the rising sun, straightened up with his head held high, and left quickly.
The sadness had left, and he began another stressful day.
There is one less elder in the family, and Zhang Zhixuan's burden is a little heavier.
He must suppress his low mood and move forward with his family.