Don't think that the earth only has a lifespan of three hundred, which makes it look a little insignificant.
You must know that the ghosts in this world are born and die every night, and the suffering of seven days of soul dispersion is so small compared with this three hundred lifespan.
This is because he has attained the rank of ninth-level god, transcended the ordinary world, and refined his three souls and seven souls with his divine power. With a little bit of divine support, he has a lifespan of three hundred.
After refining a talisman, the dots in the spiritual platform are bright with clear light. The three souls and seven souls are soaked in the clear light. The clear light cleanses the yang energy, making it look like a living person.
In Xun Shaoyu's eyes, dots of clear light were like ripples in the water, and traces of faint white air gradually gave rise to a sense of reality in his three souls and seven souls.
"One hundred and fifty years old!"
This is the ultimate that Xun Shaoyu himself can achieve from the ninth level of divine way.
At this moment, with the worries of his own life and death gone, Xun Shaoyu felt that his mind was clear and his soul was clear and clear, just like the trickle of clear water. It was the clear light of the talisman, which purified the soul.
Only when the soul is constantly purified and is as clear as water waves can it not be afraid of the pain of Yang Qi erosion.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked outside the spiritual realm, his eyes were deep and dark, like amber.
"Wangjiacun!"
Xun Shaoyu's gaze seemed to ignore the spatial distance and looked directly at the village elder and the middle-aged man. Especially when the village elder said the words of relocation, his eyes flickered.
In this ancient feudal society, the relocation of ordinary family clans cannot be easily done with a slap on the forehead or a touch of the upper and lower lips.
The unified dynasties of the past dynasties have a strict household registration system for the common people. However, ordinary rural families may not live more than ten miles away in their lifetime.
For the common people in Guizhou, just finding a way out requires a lot of effort. And people who don't have a way out are generally treated as runaway slaves. Once the local officials show up, they can't help but say, first
Give him a slap in the face and send him back to his place of origin.
In a situation like the one in Wangjiacun, if it were just a few isolated roads, it would still be possible to get approval. However, if hundreds of people in the village were relocated, neither the township nor the county would agree.
After all, the primary productive force in ancient times was population!
Regardless of all types of taxes and financial contributions, they are all based on population.
For people like the county magistrate, county magistrate and others, the life and death of a village is of course not important, but it cannot interfere with the number of household registrations in the county and bring some stain on one's own official career.
Xun Shaoyu, who served as the Taizu of a dynasty, could see the bad nature of those bureaucrats very clearly.
What's more, even if the county agrees to the relocation, the relocation journey is long and long, with many twists and turns. Whether it can be carried out smoothly is a big problem.
The journey to Guandong in the previous life seemed grand and grand, but it was a road of survival paved with many bones.
How many people have not been heard from since then, how many people have disappeared from the world without seeing their bodies, and how many people have died without seeing their bodies. These are all a history of blood and tears.
Xun Shaoyu looked at the scene outside the ancestral hall in silence, thundering and rain hitting the eaves, and sighed slowly.
Of course, if the people of Wangjiacun want to move, even if their luck is good and they can reach their destination without a hitch, if they leave their hometown and become humble, they will not be able to live like what they are today in a few generations.
Not to mention that it would not be as large as Wangjia Village, which has been operated by more than ten generations.
He was able to refine the talisman from the incense in the ancestral hall, and was secretly involved in the Wangjia Village. Both prospered and suffered losses. Once the Wang family collapsed, for him, it would also greatly damage the foundation of Shinto.
Therefore, when the village elder revealed that he wanted to relocate the whole village, the fate of the two was involved, and Xun Shaoyu had a whim and looked over.
After all, he relied on incense to survive. Under this catastrophic disaster, not even one out of ten villagers survived, so where could he go to get incense?
"Migrate?"
Tick! Tick!!
The water from the eaves gathers and flows down from the edge of the bricks and tiles.
The village elder had a melancholy look on his face, leaning on a dove stick, he walked into the house quietly.
"well"
The village elder slumped down beside the bed indifferently, his brows furrowed.
The old house has drafts on all sides, and the slightest sound of wind is stirring and echoing constantly.
Nanjiang Longjun's refusal to sacrifice undoubtedly caused the old man's back to break seven points, and his demeanor became a little rickety.
Without the protection of this water god, the hundreds of people in Wangjia Village who are now in danger would be nothing less than a bolt from the blue.
After all, this is a Shinto world, and Shinto governs the overall situation of the world and involves all aspects of the human world.
Especially at this time of frequent floods, without the support of Nanjiang Shuijun, the chances of the people of Wangjiacun surviving are almost slim.
This is what forced the old man to make the decision to relocate the whole village.
He is an old man with an old heart, so he naturally knows the difficulty of this. Even the attitude of the government, the old man has carefully considered it, nine points.
It's just that instead of hundreds of people dying together, it's better to give it a try, just in case there is a way out!
Thinking like this, his brows furrowed tightly, the tired old man leaned against the edge of the bed, his eyes dozing slightly, and his breathing gradually became steady.
Xun Shaoyu looked at the old man sleeping quietly, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.
This old man is my original grandfather. Because my original parents have died long ago, I have been raised by this old man for more than ten years, so my relationship is naturally unusual. Now that my original person died young, the old man is given by a white man to a black man. Looking at the old man's face, he seems to be much older.
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"grandfather!"
Xun Shaoyu bowed respectfully to Old Man Wang.
Since he had taken over everything from his original body, Xun Shaoyu did not hesitate to inherit the relationship from his original body.
Moreover, although Old Man Wang is just an old man, as he gets older, he still has the position of a village elder.
The name of this village elder is extraordinary. He is highly respected in the village, and he is protected by the law. The government has given him a dove stick. Even the village elder can be recognized by the village and county landlords and will not be provoked.
An old man holding a dove.
Otherwise, Old Man Wang would not risk the disapproval of the world and propose the idea of relocating the whole village. It can be said that with the influence of this grandfather, even the village leader would not dare to deny it easily.
If this kinship can be recognized, Xun Shaoyu's status in Wangjiacun will be greatly protected.
Although Xun Shaoyu had some thoughts and was somewhat utilitarian, his face remained calm and he still looked at the old man intently.
"grandfather!"
Xun Shaoyu called slowly, and the spirit body was not visible to the naked eyes of ordinary people, but as he kept calling, traces of white air rose up, faintly disappearing.
"grandfather!"
"grandfather!"
"You are my grandfather in this life, so we might as well meet in our dreams!"
After Xun Shaoyu called three times, he suddenly stepped forward and turned into a faint light, which poured into the center of Old Wang's eyebrows.
The old man's brows were filled with fluorescent lights, and the strands were intertwined and gradually disappeared into nothingness.
In the deep darkness, Old Man Wang was alone, walking with difficulty.
It was as if a thousand mountains were weighing on his body, making the old man more and more out of breath.
The surrounding area was dark and gloomy, like a quagmire, and it was difficult to move forward or retreat freely.
"grandfather"
"grandfather"
The lingering sound echoed unexpectedly in the old man's ears.
"Could this be, this is Zheng'er's voice?"
Old man Wang's confused face struggled with a glimmer of clarity.
Suddenly, I raised my head and looked far away, and saw a little golden light, a carriage with four heavenly horses, walking on a magnificent golden road in the sky, with clanging hooves and horses. The carriage and horses were clanging, and four guards were accompanying them.
Seeing the oncoming carriages and horses, the old man's expression was suddenly shocked.
I saw that the carriage slowly stopped, and Xun Shaoyu slowly stepped out of the carriage, wearing plain and simple clothes and wearing a ring.
"you"
Old man Wang looked at the entourage of carriages and horses in surprise, and then looked at Xun Shaoyu who looked like a noble prince, and was speechless.
Xun Shaoyu bowed slightly and said, "My grandson pays homage to my grandfather!"
"You, you"
Old man Wang had never seen such a battle before, and his words were full of difficulties.
"Grandfather, don't be alarmed. When your grandson passed away, he was lucky enough to have his soul fly away and have the opportunity to step into the path of Shinto."
"Therefore, it is not an evil ghost that has such a phenomenon!"
Xun Shaoyu kowtowed to Old Man Wang and said: "My grandson has attained the divine way. He will no longer be able to serve his grandfather in front of his bed."
"My grandson is very unfilial!"
Filial piety in this life, regardless of how filial the original person was during his lifetime, but his early death caused the old man to suffer the pain of losing his grandson, which is a great act of unfilial piety.
At this moment, Old Man Wang gradually regained his mood. He burst into tears and wetted his clothes. He was relieved and said: "It's okay, it's okay. The old man has been in his seventy-five years. His teeth have never become loose, and his body and bones have no disease." , I can eat and sleep, no need for you, a mud monkey, to worry."
Xun Shaoyu said softly: "Grandpa, although my grandson's soul is dim, he has always been thinking about you. Everything is fine when I can see you, and my grandson's wish is over."
"Okay, okay, okay,"
Hearing his grandson's filial piety, the old man kept saying good things to him.
“That’s good”
Xun Shaoyu seemed to have given up his thoughts and was about to board his carriage and leave.
Suddenly, the old man said reluctantly: "My grandson, once you leave, I wonder how many days and when will we see you again?"
Xun Shaoyu shook his head and said: "People and gods have different paths. My grandson was lucky enough to enter the divine way, but he only entered that gate. He did not receive the imperial edict from the divine court, and he cannot see his ancestors again."
"In this case, once your life span is damaged, your grandson will surely die!"
Old man Wang cried anxiously and said: "It's not in the way, it's not in the way. He's old and withered, so you don't need to worry."
"only"
The old Chinese hesitated, as if he didn't know how to speak.
"My grandson, you see our Wangjia Village has been hit by floods. No grain has been harvested, and all the good fields have become waterlogged. We have begged Grandpa Long, but to no avail. Can you think of any solutions?"
Gritting his teeth, in order to bring peace to the whole village, Old Man Wang still expressed the thoughts that were pressing in his heart.
After all, the grandson in front of me has been raised by the old man for more than ten years, so he shouldn't have other thoughts about him.
"this"
Xun Shaoyu said in his heart that it was true, with hesitation on his face.
Today, Xun Shaoyu certainly wants to gain the incense and wish power of the Wang family villagers.
But he is a junior, no matter how prestigious he is, he lacks prestige.
How can He De make hundreds of members of the royal family bow down and worship each other?
You know, the folk proverb that a person can ascend to heaven with a chicken or a dog is never groundless.
Once the people of Wangjia Village know that the person offering incense and vows is a child, will they still be willing to believe it? Will they still be able to believe it?
If you don't believe it, how authentic and reliable the incense wishes of these so-called elders can be, will make Xun Shaoyu very confused in his heart.
"this"
After thinking about it, Xun Shaoyu's hesitant expression naturally made Old Man Wang look at him.
Old Man Wang forced a smile: "Since you can't help it, then it's our Wang family's turn to decline!"
“Not in the way, not in the way”
Xun Shaoyu smiled bitterly and said: "Grandpa, my grandson is not helpless. It's just that this method is a bit hard to explain."
"Just say it, just say it"
Because he was always honest and honest, Old Man Wang didn't think much about it and asked hurriedly.
"Now my grandson has the opportunity to refine a talisman, and the time when he can ascend to the throne of God is just around the corner. If you can be your grandson, you can mold a dharma body out of clay and take up the position of the land of Wangjia Village. If your grandson has the priesthood, you can dispel the king."
The water and gas in the village keep a little bit of seeds.”
"but"
Seeing the bitter look on Xun Shaoyu's face, Old Man Wang also understood a little bit. In particular, he thought clearly in an instant.
Village land, this is not something that every village has.
Among the ten villages, only one or two families can produce such a village land.
Although the priesthood of the land is limited to one land, with the blessing of this village's land, one's own village can become one of several large villages, blessing descendants for more than ten generations.
The God of the land manages the country and ensures smooth weather. If Xun Shaoyu had been the God of the land and had the protection of the land priest, what would he have done?
However, the land gods of the neighboring villages were all descended from the ancestors over decades or hundreds of years, and they were all the senior ones in their own villages.
At the time of his death, Yuan was only a fifteen-year-old boy, and he was in the middle in terms of seniority in the village. There were dozens or hundreds of elders above him, and more than a hundred of his peers.
With so many fetters, how could Xun Shaoyu ascend to the throne of land god?
A young earth monster without any prestige would not have much divine power at all.
"Old man understands"
Old Man Wang let out a long sigh and said, "I have an expedient plan, let's see if it works?"
Inside the ancestral hall!
More than a thousand tablets are erected layer by layer on the sacrificial altar. In front of each spiritual tablet, there is a white candle, dancing with a cluster of candlelight.
Old man Wang stood tremblingly in the hall, looking at the tablets one by one, his eyes a little blurry.
"Is it you, Zheng'er?"
Old man Wang looked at the tablet in the bottom row and murmured to himself.
"is it you"
His hands were trembling, and his expression was vaguely excited.
Rumble
There was a violent roar of thunder, and it seemed that the green tiles on the ancestral hall were beating a little.
When Old Man Wang woke up from his bed at home, he immediately picked up his dove stick, dragged his heavy and tired steps to the ancestral hall, and stared at the memorial tablet of his grandson in a daze.
"Grandpa knows that you can't see him, but grandpa knows that you are successful, so everything feels at ease."
Old Man Wang put his dove stick on the ground, half squatting and half sitting, looking at the tomb of his grandson Wang Zheng and murmuring. 11