Although it was early at this time, some houses in the capital were already filled with smoke, but seven or eight miles outskirts of the city, there was silence in Shansongfang, a hill with a height of only fifty meters, where most people in the capital bury their dead.
Local clans often have a mountain as the future destination for all clan members with the same surname. Many people from the capital moved here later.
Originally, the big families in the capital had fled or been killed as early as the war. It is not an exaggeration to say that the ten houses and nine empty houses were empty.
For those who move later, it would be good if they can bring their ancestors' tablets with them. Those with money can buy a house, rebuild their ancestral hall, and worship their ancestors, but there is no way to move their ancestral graves with them.
So, there are two solutions.
One is that the family has a big business, no shortage of money, and a family foundation. Once someone dies in the capital, the spirit will be taken back to his hometown for burial.
One is ordinary people. After this kind of death, sending people back to their hometowns thousands of miles away? That not only requires financial resources, but also requires not being afraid of dying on the road. Common people cannot afford this kind of thing.
When taking root in a new place, ordinary families often open up a new "ancestral cemetery" in the new area, and there is this large piece of wasteland in Shansongfang, seven or eight miles outside the city.
The land is not fertile, except for a forest of tangled wild trees, and only a few clusters of weeds can grow wildly.
Most of the remaining land turned into cultivated land is only low-grade farmland. This is the result of wasting efforts to cultivate it. Therefore, when Zheng Chao was first established, this place was a mass of graves.
As the Zheng Dynasty became more stable, the nearby people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the place gradually grew in size, with many people burying their dead here.
Therefore, as long as you walk along the way, you can always see the ashes of freshly burned paper money in front of some graves, and funeral processions will come from time to time.
The only thing worthy of praise is the pines and cypresses planted for the tomb. After years, they are still gloomy and green even in winter.
In the early morning, it’s quiet here.
In winter, small animals hibernate and insects do not scream. The sky is gray and only the shadow of the blazing moon sheds some meager moonlight that looks pitiful. It can barely pass two people, one tall and one short, into this cemetery.
The shadow shines out.
"Master Xie, the yin energy here is very strong." The eleven or twelve-year-old Taoist boy looked around and said.
The Taoist, who looked to be about fifty years old, walked straight towards the goal of his trip—the tomb where twenty-seven corpses were buried—without even looking at it.
From the outside, this tomb looks like a common people's tomb. It is just a medium-sized tomb, but inside, the bodies of twenty-seven members of the Zou family are buried together.
There is no tombstone in front of the tomb, but when the Taoist arrived here, he was obviously confident and not worried about finding the wrong place.
He took out several sacrifices and placed them one by one in front of the grave.
The Taoist boy was two steps behind and stood in front of the tomb. He stared at the tomb and heard Xie Zhenren say calmly: "Zou Qiuyu, I'm here to sacrifice to you again."
"In these years, except for me, no one dares to come see you, let alone sacrifice to you, right?"
"It's just a few snacks and fruits. You know what I'm doing, so I hope you won't dislike them."
At this time, the moonlight seemed to peek out from behind the gray clouds. For a moment, the surrounding light was much brighter than before.
The Taoist's hand was hanging by his side, and the three blood marks on the back of the hand were clearly illuminated. Just looking at it, it felt like it was full of blood.
The Taoist boy seemed to hear a strange sound and couldn't help but look into the darkness around him.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a shadow dormant in the woods not far away.
The Taoist boy couldn't see clearly, but the more this happened, the more scared he became, and he couldn't help but move closer to Zhenren Xie.
But at this moment, a smile suddenly appeared on Mr. Xie's face and he said: "By the way, Zou Qiuyu, I have to thank you. I just gave you the first grant, and you managed the matter in a great way."
"If it weren't for you, the emperor wouldn't have killed the prince, and he would have also eradicated several great sages from the Taoist sect."
"Zhenren Xiao in Tongshan Temple did not die suddenly because of you. Of course, these are only things that outsiders know. I know that it was because of you that he was given poisonous wine by the emperor. Even if he had
Cultivation, but the poisonous wine was originally brewed to deal with the alchemists. As long as you drink it, it will be too late by the time you notice it."
"It's a shame that an expert who can see the secrets of heaven died because of your conspiracy. It's really ridiculous... However, how can I be safe if he doesn't die? So, I want to thank you for your help. Without what you did that day
, how can I have the peace of mind I have recently?"
When the Taoist boy heard this, his face turned pale and he was trembling a little with fear.
This Master Xie didn't seem to care, and continued to say to the people in the tomb: "At that time, I'm afraid you had resentment in your heart, thinking that even if you died, you would turn into a resentful spirit to take revenge, right?"
"Actually, it is difficult for human souls to form resentful spirits. Only those who inherit the blood of the demon clan, such as you, Zou Qiuyu, can do this..."
The Taoist was smiling and talking, seemingly confident, but suddenly, his hand with three bloodstains shook, and the next moment, one bloodstain disappeared out of thin air.
The Taoist also seemed to have been severely injured, his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound.
In the gloomy cemetery forest, a black shadow immediately rushed towards the blood. It seemed that it didn't care whether it was a trap or not, but seized the golden opportunity and immediately counterattacked.
The Taoist boy was so frightened that he screamed. As a Taoist boy, although his cultivation level is not high, he also has a talent. He is born to be able to see ghosts and ghosts. These eyes are sharper than ordinary people's.
But because of this, in this dim light, he could see the approaching black figure clearly.
His whole body is black, and he is entangled with strong resentment. His face cannot be seen clearly, but just one glance can make people tremble all over and feel fear instinctively.
This is a resentful spirit!
No ordinary soul!
Ordinary souls are mostly confused. Even if they are conscious, they actively avoid people. Like this one, if they pounce directly, there is already an entity that can hurt people!
"Waiting for you!" The Taoist boy was frightened as to whether the suddenly injured Zhenren could destroy this resentful soul. The next moment, he watched helplessly as Zhenren swept his sleeves lightly, and the resentful soul that rushed toward him screamed, and was instantly wiped out.
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"Zhenren, are you okay?" But seeing the blood still hanging from the corners of Zhenren's mouth, the Taoist boy still couldn't feel relieved and asked worriedly.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm fine." The Taoist said with a smile. Seeing that the Taoist boy still didn't believe it, he had to sigh: "This is not a lie, I am indeed much better."
As if he was responding to this sentence, he finished his words. Visible to the naked eye, the Taoist's face has undergone subtle changes, with fewer wrinkles. He seems to be ten years younger, from about fifty to forty. p>