Chapter seven hundred and forty-ninth descendants, descendants
Lu Zhengkang greeted the little monkeys, not referring to any one in particular, but to the children of this macaque group living in this mountain forest. The little monkeys squeaked and jumped to Lu Zhengkang's side, circling around him.
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Yu Dong stared blankly, and said to Lu Zhengkang, "Wuzhu, last night, I saw a city on the mountain." He used his heart seal to transmit the voice. This is a new trend in Yujia Village.
Lu Zhengkang used his fingers to pick at the monkey's cheek pouch, and it turned out that it was indeed fleshy. The monkey's food pouch was not fully developed yet, so it was not particularly interesting to touch. [Yes, there is a city, but it is not complete yet.
Wait a year or two? Maybe, by then, there will be a city for the dead.】
【Is it the underworld? 】
[Almost. It’s just my underworld.] Lu Zhengkang drove away the little monkeys. They were always careless and tried to open Lu Zhengkang’s pants to explore the secrets. “Your name is Yu Dong, right?”
"Yes, Wu wishes you to remember me."
"Yu Lian's son." Lu Zhengkang sat down next to Yu Dong. They were halfway up the mountain, looking down at rows of earthen tombs. However, if you raised your head slightly, you could see not far away.
There is a river valley in the mountains. There is a group of animals drinking water by the river. It is obscured by the mountains and cannot be seen clearly.
, the surface of the river flows and creates wrinkles, reflecting the dense golden light, transmitted through the gaps in the clouds and mist, shining in people's eyes, as if they can feel the wild fox breaking through the water with its soft pink tongue, and the ripples on the cheeks
It spreads upward, gently like a spring breeze.
Lu Zhengkang chuckled, "Tonight, get ready to worship your ancestors. I promise you that I will definitely do it."
Yu Dong was very reserved and didn't know how to speak. The young man had his eyes open. His skin was tanned like his father's. He was only nine years old, and he was already very good at water. His eyes were looking at the sea.
It is clear and joyful, but sometimes it is obscured by the storm.
"What are you thinking about?" Lu Zhengkang asked warmly.
Yu Dong pursed his lips. The scene from last night was still in his mind. That kind of light, transcending the world and the limitations of vulgarity. Yu Dong was used to seeing the dilapidated shack at home. Everything seemed to be stained with dust and damp.
Almost, too cold or too hot, with five colors, five senses and five tastes, the world feels like a huge rotating vortex on the sea surface. He is one of the countless water ghosts in the world. Now, when he sees the moon on the water, he feels like
There is only yearning for it.
"Wuzhu, I want to be as powerful as you. I don't want to cut, dissect, and dry fish every day. I don't want to wash clothes with my mother every day, and I don't want to take care of my little sister. I'm not... I don't think they are bad.
I'm just annoyed. I want to see the other side of the mountain and don't want to stay at the seaside all the time. Wu Zhu, what do you think is there on the other side of the mountain?"
Lu Zhengkang blinked, "There are still mountains on the other side of the mountain. What you want to see are actually the people living elsewhere, right?"
"Yes!" Yu Dong's eyes were filled with spring flowers.
Lu Zhengkang chuckled and looked sideways at the valley in the distance, "There will be a chance. There will be a chance."
Yu Dong asked eagerly: "When can it be done?"
Lu Zhengkang suddenly pointed at the boy's eyebrows and taught him the "Red River Walking Method". A brilliant rose-red river surged out of the boy's heart, like a river spanning the sky. He was a boat drifting with the current in the river.
There were fish swimming in the water, and for a moment, the world in front of him dimmed, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Yu Lian came with his friends from the same village. Lu Zhengkang had already sent him a message, asking him to come and pick up his son. The fisherman looked embarrassed. When he saw his son who was unconscious on the side, his face turned livid and he sneered at Lu Zhengkang.
He pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end he was too timid to say it.
"Don't worry, your son is very interesting." Lu Zhengkang said warmly, picked up Yu Dong and put him in Yu Lian's arms, "He is the first successor. You will all have opportunities in the future, but he is the first
.Go back and tell him not to run around in the middle of the night next time. The woods are not safe.】
Yu Lian nodded fiercely, "I must make his butt blossom today!"
Lu Zhengkang was so amused that he burst into laughter. The fishermen were all dumbfounded and had no choice but to laugh too. Yu Lian also laughed, looking down at his son with eyes full of doting.
The night of the seventh day came quickly, and the altar had been arranged a long time ago. Although Lu Zhengkang said that as long as there is an offering table, some incense and candles, and any offerings, the villagers still tried their best to dry them in the shade and prepare them for use.
Good wood for building ships,
If it was not too strong, a smaller one was used. The sheep were replaced by a whale shark and the pigs were wild. The heads were chopped off and each was placed on a large wooden plate wide enough for one person. In the light of the fire, the young people carried the sacrifices and stepped onto the altar step by step.
, black blood dripped all the way from the edge of the wooden plate.
Incense candles are put together by each family, and the scale is not small. Lu Zhengkang saw the bright firelight of the coastal fishing village at the foot of the mountain. They also lit bonfires to prevent them from seeing the road in the dark.
Lu Zhengkang called softly, and Yu Salamang flew over from the other side of the mountain. It was wrapped in the dark and yin energy.
Yin qi and ghost yin qi correspond to human yang qi. They are all general terms, but they are different from the concept of yin and yang in cultivation terms. Yin and yang in cultivation represent the opposite attributes of things, such as hot and cold, life and death, etc.
When the universe developed to the Tai Chi stage, two logical contradictions arose that cannot be simply referred to.
The Yin Qi here is just a type of spiritual energy that permeates the heaven and earth. It is the material basis for the existence of souls and souls, and it is the magic power of the ghosts - lacking essence, only gods and spirits, this kind of magic power is relatively inferior.
Otherwise, it would be difficult for the Yin Spirits of the Ten Thousand Tribulations to become saints. There are too few of them, and the Five Supreme Beings cannot evolve normally. Only when they have their own inner universe will their magic power be similar to that of ordinary monks.
The underworld can serve as the inner universe for ghosts. The soul generals in the underworld are no less powerful than normal cultivators of the same realm.
Lu Zhengkang stood next to Yu Wei. The tall totem god held his six arms and looked at the fishing village belonging to his descendants. Yu Wei, he is a collection of obsessions. The Yu family members who composed him have all disappeared.
It has ceased to exist, leaving only it as the protector representing the clan bloodline.
【Go.】
Lu Zhengkang was here, walking slowly over. Yu Wei took one step ahead. The Yin Shen was frivolous, running like the wind, and arrived at the altar in the blink of an eye. Its appearance caused the bright orange flames of the bonfires to burst out.
, turned green, the surrounding temperature slowly dropped, and it was damp and cold.
Originally, at this time, the wine was fragrant, the fire was bright, and the crowd was excited. In an instant, it fell silent, as if it was a dead night, and no one spoke.
The village chief looked blankly at the ancestor god. Lu Zhengkang was still on the way, leaving some time for these villagers to become familiar with their totems.
Several old people gathered together. Among them, there was a family that had inherited the priesthood. So they stood up, raised their swords, and asked Yu Wei: "Why are you here?"
Yu Salamang's voice was as muffled as the waves, "I am the ghost of the Yu family."
"Are you willing to accept the incense of our Yu family?"
"I promise."
"Are you willing to help my Yu family keep their feng shui in order and make their maritime affairs auspicious?"
"I promise."
"Can you receive the witchcraft order?"
"I have since."
The old man turned around and said to the villagers: "This is the incarnation of the ancestor of my Yu family. All your sons, please burn incense and worship!"
The atmosphere immediately became heated again. In the thick clumps of incense, Yu Wei breathed deeply, and the red light released from his body shone on the coast, like a bright star on the earth. In the red light, the villagers were enthusiastic and confused, kneeling
He fell down on the ground and kept worshiping.
The village chief grabbed the old man who came to the rescue and said, "Uncle Di, you are really stubborn!"
The old man touched his sweaty forehead and said, "I'm shocked, I'm shocked!"
