Chapter 627 Nameless Island, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
Just 3,800 miles north of Dongdu, there is a small island. Like most small islands that are not well-known and have few resources, this island may not be named by the locals, even the monks.
Not many.
The island is only a few hundred miles across, and most of the monks who come and go are in the three directions: east, west, and south. Those going to the north will not stop here, and those coming from the north will not end up here when the east capital is so close.
Therefore, most of the people living here are mortals, and there are also some novice monks who have some ideals and ambitions. The young monks who are able to get started will try their best to leave here and go to a wider place with more resources.
Only a few mortals are left to live and multiply here. The vast majority of mortals have never left the island in their entire lives. Being able to walk from the south to the north of the island is considered good.
Because it is close to the Eastern Capital, the climate is peaceful and there are no storms or heavy rains all year round. No one with stronger monks would fight so close to the Eastern Capital.
Not many people know the real reason why Emperor Ying established an Eastern Capital here in the first place. Most people think that the Eastern Capital on the sea was just to protect the east side of Great Ying.
But there is nothing to defend in the east. Further east, among the kings and island owners of the East China Sea, who dares to attack Da Ying? They are fighting in the East China Sea, and they dare not cross the territory of Da Ying casually.
At first, Dingtiansi just came to a first-grade foreign prince, and they had to serve him carefully.
In order to guard against those people, a special Eastern Capital was set up. After hearing this, many forces in the East China Sea had to lie on the ground and tremble and reply: You are too flattering.
The real reason is just to commemorate the old prince's mother.
She can be said to be the only person Emperor Ying cared about in his glorious but cold life.
Emperor Ying just wanted to do this and didn't need to tell others why, but in his position, even if he farts, a professional flatterer from the divine dynasty will write an 8,000-word explanation.
The real reason is becoming increasingly unknown and no one believes it.
Qin Yang calmed down all his aura in advance and boarded an ordinary fishing boat to board this unknown island.
The small pier is filled with the atmosphere of mortal life. Busy people are sweating and working hard for their livelihood.
Qin Yang got off the boat. Even though he had gathered all his strength and changed his appearance to an ordinary one, he still quickly attracted someone's attention.
An old man with cloudy eyes, holding a pipe and pot, walked over with a hunched body, cupped his hands in a pretentious manner, and asked in Mandarin with a local accent.
"This little brother, what are you doing here on our island?"
"Find a relative." Qin Yang replied politely.
"Which one are you looking for? Tell me, I probably have some impressions of the people on the island. Even if I go to any house, I have an impression. You tell me first." The old man was still a little wary.
Qin Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He finally understood that there were too few new faces coming and going here. Within a hundred and eighty miles, they all had impressions of each other. Especially at this pier, new faces might be more likely to attract attention.
Fortunately, when he came here, he always thought about not being traced, but he didn't expect that a mortal would see it here first.
"I came to see an old man. He is old and not in good health. He insists on coming back here. I am worried, so I came to see him."
"Who is he to you?"
"His mother is my sister of the same generation. According to seniority, he is my nephew." Qin Yang thought for a while and told the truth.
"Oh, then come with me." When the old man heard this, he immediately lowered his guard.
This time, Qin Yang was a little confused.
"I can tell at a glance that you, a foreigner, must come from a wealthy family. You are different from the rest of us. The old brother you mentioned came back a few years ago. He is quite old and still has to live alone.
It looks quite pitiful, but the old man can tell that the old brother must come from a wealthy family and he doesn't even know how to grow onions."
"Eighty miles away in Sunjiazhuang, the people over there are just like you. They are very different in generations. There is a little kid who is two generations higher than the old man. You want to say that you are the junior of that old brother.
Whether the old man believes it or not, if he had descendants, no matter how unfilial he was, he would not have let that old brother live in this place for several years..."
"We have very few outsiders. A few years ago, there were people from outside who deceived several young people. If you have bad intentions, the old man can tell..."
The old man sucked his pipe and pot, took Qin Yang by the dock, and boarded an ox cart with a favorable wind. He talked nonchalantly along the way, using his wisdom that had experienced years, and talked about why he believed in Qin Yang and why he did so.
alert.
Qin Yang listened quietly on the side, but he didn't feel bored at all. On the contrary, he felt that after seeing too many people with treacherous thoughts and sinister intentions, such an old man among mortals felt comfortable chattering away.
Without cultivation, just relying on the wisdom of life, you can tell whether a person has malicious intentions and whether he is a bad person.
Regardless of whether it was a lie or not, at least Qin Yang did not have any ill intentions towards this place and did not even want anyone to disturb the peace here.
The oxcart was rocking, and the world was far away. Qin Yang's heart became much calmer, and his tense mind became relaxed. He lay in the bumpy oxcart and fell asleep unconsciously.
The old man holding the pipe and pot was talking and stopped listening. When he looked back, he saw that Qin Yang was sleeping peacefully. He couldn't help laughing, showing his yellowed front teeth, and waved proudly to the driver.
Waved the pipe pot.
"Look, I'm not wrong. I'm very powerful with these tricks. This kid is not a bad person at first glance."
The driver who was driving the cart stretched his neck and looked back. He also laughed innocently. When driving, he also slowed down a little to make the cart drive more steadily.
The slow bullock cart swayed for a full hour before it stopped in front of the small hut at the foot of the mountain.
The driver sat beside the car and took a nap. The old man leaned on the stone on the side of the road, basking in the sunset and smoking his pipe. The afterglow of the scorching sun shone on Qin Yang's face, as if his face was covered with a layer of faint light.
faint.
At this moment, he was as quiet as a sleeping child.
The faint halo slowly converged and disappeared between Qin Yang's eyebrows. At this moment, Qin Yang slowly moved his eyelids.
The old man holding a pipe and pot not far away turned his head and glanced, and the coachman also raised his eyelids.
When Qin Yang woke up, his head seemed to feel much lighter, and his consciousness seemed to have been removed from its shackles. It was as if there was an invisible shackles that finally dissipated.
After coming back to his senses and looking at the old man smoking a cigarette in the setting sun and the ash scattered on the ground, Qin Yang quickly got up.
"Old man, I'm really sorry for wasting your time..."
Before he finished speaking, the old man waved his hand and said nothing.
"Why are you thinking so much at such a young age? It's hard to get some sleep. We have nothing to do here. Just wait." As he said, the old man pointed to the small hut at the foot of the mountain:
"The person you are looking for is right there, go ahead."
The old man dropped these words and called the driver. He muttered in the local dialect and didn't know what to say to the driver. The two of them left in the bullock cart.
Qin Yang touched his head and felt something changed, but he couldn't put it in words. He raised his head and looked at the thatched house in the distance. In the fenced yard, he saw the old man walking to the door, smiling at him and waving his hand.
, looks like an ordinary old farmer who has lived here for a long time.
After not seeing each other for several years, the old man looked even older. His face and skin were covered with age spots. You could see his old age with the naked eye, and he already had a sense of decay that was about to be buried.
But this time, there was no gloominess at all. His eyes, which had lost their agility, felt relieved after seeing through everything.
"I thought you weren't coming." The old prince looked very relaxed, as if he had met an old friend. He led Qin Yang through the gate and sat down in front of the table polished with tree roots in the courtyard. The old prince looked very natural.
After making tea, I picked some fruits from the vegetable field nearby and brought them over.
"I grow them all myself, and they taste pretty good."
Qin Yang felt a little weird. The old prince now had no trace of the prince he had been back then.
Qin Yang picked up something that looked like a tomato and a gourd, and asked casually while eating it.
"I heard that you have been here for several years, haven't you been out much?"
"I've been to all the places I wanted to see. It's not as good as I thought. It's just you fighting for it. It's not interesting. I just came here earlier and stayed for a few years. It was ordinary and quiet. I didn't have to think about anything.
, it actually feels good to be able to live my last days with peace of mind.”
The old man took a bite of the fruits and vegetables he grew and smiled happily.
"If you grow it yourself, it tastes different."
"I should have three months left. I thought you wouldn't be able to come. I have arranged my own funeral arrangements. The people here are very nice. There is a carpenter who helped me dig the hole for the longevity wood. I sent it to you.
The old man also helped me discuss with the village. I can choose a cemetery there in the future, and my descendants can also bring it to worship during the Qingming Festival..."
The old prince seemed to be in a good mood as he talked about these little things, and the smile on his face never faded.
Qin Yang understood that he had really looked away and could accept the result calmly, or in other words, this was the result he wanted.
The death he was experiencing now was no longer the death he had chosen so that he could make a choice for himself.
Qin Yang originally had a lot of things to say, but now he swallowed them all.
He could still afford to wait for three months.
What was promised in the beginning must always be done.
With his own hands, he built a small wooden house next to it, and the old lady lived next to it.
I followed the old man to the fields every day to take care of the crops, regardless of whether those crops could wait until the day of harvest.
Now that I have nothing to do, I just wander around the nearby villages, chat with Mr. Kong who can’t take any time off all day, and listen to him talk about all kinds of new things from all over the country.
A month later, an old man passed away in the village. I originally wanted to help, but when I saw the children of that old man, they were out of breath and crying, while they talked to comfort other family members. The old man lived a hundred years.
Thirty years old, a long life, no illness or disaster, fell asleep, and had a big bowl of rice last night...
Seeing the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of these people, when Qin Yang saw the corpse for the first time, he had no idea of burying it himself.
As the days passed, Qin Yang became accustomed to not using the power of a monk, but relying only on his hands to do something. Just like when he first came to this world, he could only grit his teeth and enter places with epidemics.
One by one, the dead bodies were carried out for burial.
The ordinary and quiet days passed very quickly. Soon, three months passed. After Qin Yang woke up, he was ready to go about the day's work with the old prince as usual.
But today, when he got up, he found that there was no movement at all from the old lady's side.
Qin Yang didn't think much about it, and was still a little confused. The old prince got up a little late today. He entered the old prince's small courtyard, opened the door, and saw the old prince lying on a simple bamboo bed, soundless.
He was wearing simple but clean old clothes, and his expression was calm, just like the old man who passed away that Qin Yang saw two months ago.
Qin Yang walked to the bed and was stunned for a long time before he remembered that three months had passed.
"Let's just... leave now."
Qin Yang took out a coffin that had been prepared in advance, put it away after thinking about it, walked to the next door, took out the birthday materials prepared by the old prince himself, put the old prince's bedding inside, and then put the old prince's body in it.
Go in, and when you're done, put the old lady's old clothes and precious farm tools in together.
After doing all this, Qin Yang held the old prince's hand, took a breath, and activated the skill.
Two purple balls of light.
Inside one of the light balls is a skill book called the Tianbu Immortal Code, but it's a pity that it's just a broken copy.
Qin Yang shot it directly into his head without even looking.
In another purple light ball, there is a little blood-colored snake without substance. The little snake is coiled in a snake formation and trapped in the purple light ball. It actually holds its head high and keeps spitting out snake messages at Qin Yang, sending out a burst of
Hissing sound.
Qin Yang casually crushed the ball of light and completed the refining at the same time.
The moment the little bloody snake turned invisible, it turned into a little bloody snake again and appeared in Qin Yang's palm.
Qin Yang took out a small gourd, let the refined snake go in, and put it away first.
Having no time to pay attention to this, Qin Yang began to be busy with the old prince's funeral.
The original plan was to build the safest mausoleum for the old prince, one that would erase all traces so that no one could find it.
But remembering that the old man had said several times before that he was very satisfied with his own arrangements, an ordinary earthen grave would be enough.
Qin Yang still gave up his original plan.
I found Mr. Kong's help, selected a place in the village in advance, and buried the old man in a small earth bag.
Looking at the tomb in front of him, Qin Yang was a little distracted. I am afraid no one could have imagined that the majestic prince of the Ying Dynasty would be buried with a group of mortals after his death.
Even for worship, when others come to worship their ancestors, they need to bring some paper with them to burn incense.
The old prince died after all. Qin Yang once again took the bullock cart and followed Mr. Kong to the dock. It was time for him to leave.
While walking on the road, Mr. Kong took a puff of his cigarette and said something calm.
"Being able to live to this age and still think about it can be regarded as a profit. Otherwise, no matter how long you live, you can't get what you want, and you can't live in peace. What's the point? This old brother can really see through it. He
No regrets, it’s good.
You are young, so go ahead and work hard if you don't care. If you don't want it, you still have time to pursue it. If you don't want to fight anymore, come here to retire. If the old man is still alive, I will find a good cemetery for you."
Qin Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he cupped his hands to express his gratitude.
He sat on the fishing boat and left the island again. When he took off in the air again, he finally noticed the changes in his body, as if he was belatedly aware of it.
After three months of precipitation, working at sunrise and resting at sunset every day, my soul condensed, and the Divine Sea, which had been undergoing great changes, actually expanded several times.
And his consciousness had been precipitated and seemed to have been condensed. More importantly, he felt that his thinking in Si Zi Jue had silently advanced in the past few months when he had not thought about anything.
Moreover, pushing open the White Jade Divine Gate, which was progressing extremely slowly, actually advanced the process of enlightenment that lasted nearly a hundred years.
According to original speculation, it would take at least five hundred years of retreat to fully understand it.
Qin Yang was secretly shocked, he didn't even notice what happened.
Recalling everything on the island, Qin Yang quickly thought of one person, Mr. Kong, who could speak Mandarin with an accent.
It seemed that every time he couldn't calm down, he would see Mr. Kong, and every time he would smell the low-quality dry tobacco in Mr. Kong's pipe pot.
When he was on the island, except for saving the old prince, he didn't even pay much attention to the things he touched and turned around and forgot about them.
Now I can remember everything.
Qin Yang understood that he had met a real master.
Turning around and looking in the direction of the island, Qin Yang wanted to thank him personally, but after thinking about it, he stopped the idea and just bowed his hands in the direction of the island.
He flew away and headed to the Eastern Capital.
As soon as I arrived in Dongdu, I immediately received a lot of latest news.
Things are going smoothly in Lidu, and the Huang family has indeed made great efforts. In addition, there is also the latest news, which is a letter of help from Junior Brother Zhang.