Volume 2 Demon Ridge Jingyanggang Chapter 4 The Past
In a countryside somewhere in Henan Road, there is a village with about a hundred households. Similar to other nearby villages, this should be a gathering place for a large family. In the middle of the village is the ancestral temple and the community tree, and outside are the houses of small families.
Most of the elderly people in the village were chatting under the community tree, surrounded by groups of children.
If there is any difference between this village and other villages, it may be the children. Strangely enough, all the children in this village are boys.
This is a very strange phenomenon. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is very likely that this village has a habit of drowning infants.
But if you stand outside the village and look at it, you will find that the aura of the village is peaceful, without any resentment. Instead, it gives people a feeling of honesty, credibility and simple family tradition.
Standing outside the village, Wang Liang recalled the words of housekeeper Xiaolan.
Xiao Lan has already found out from some old ghosts nearby that this village is called Dongjia Village. Everyone here has the surname Dong. It is said that they moved here from Shisun Mountain three hundred years ago and are quite famous here.
What they are most famous for is not the family tradition of honesty, but the fact that they only give birth to boys.
At first, some people thought that their family had drowned their baby, but later they found out that their family had good feng shui and only gave birth to boys. Not a single baby girl had been born in the past three hundred years, which was considered a strange thing in the neighborhood.
Wang Liang had also heard of such a village in his dream, but at that time he was an interview envoy and had not come here in person, so he did not know the exact location.
This prompted the housekeeper Xiao Lan to ask some old ghosts about the matter.
When he arrived in front of the village, Wang Liang saw the villagers returning from the fields. When they saw Wang Liang, they nodded to him, and everyone had a happy smile on their face.
A middle-aged man in his forties even said to Wang Liang: "Young man, where are you from?"
At this time, Wang Liang had already jumped off the green horse. He asked politely, "Excuse me, are you the direct branch of the Dong family who moved here from Shisun Mountain? The Dong family under Yingzui Rock?"
Hearing Wang Liang's words, the middle-aged man's expression became more serious. He looked at Wang Liang and said, "Yes, who are you?"
"It's like this. I don't know if your family still remembers this sentence, 'May your descendants prosper, may the incense continue for ten thousand years, may your family prosper for generations, may you marry and have sons.'"
"Yes, yes, how do you know that you are the descendant of that immortal? That's right, the immortal buried his mother near my home, and my family has helped take care of it for generations."
Wang Liang shook his head upon hearing this. "No, I'm not his descendant. I just want to clarify. Do you know that about 150 years after that incident, there was a person who, how should I put it, I don't know how to describe him, who came to your house, laughed three times, then cried three times, and finally died."
When Wang Liang asked this, the middle-aged man hesitated. "I really don't know about this. How about this, young man? I'll take you to see the clan leader. He must know something."
Wang Liang thanked him politely and followed the middle-aged man into the village.
At this time, the old people who were gossiping and chatting under the community tree in the village also saw Wang Liang leading the green horse.
They were also a little curious about Wang Liang's arrival. After all, Wang Liang's blue horse looked too spiritual.
The big blue horse entered the village with its head held high, and its momentum almost overshadowed Wang Liang who was leading the horse.
Wang Liang didn't care about this at all. He was more concerned about the answer he wanted to find.
As expected, the middle-aged people didn’t know, but the old people were very clear about the family stories. After all, the bedtime stories passed down from generation to generation were distorted by them.
After the middle-aged man said a few words, an old man who looked relatively wealthy stood up. His cloudy eyes rolled around and he finally said, "It seems that there is such a thing. Over the years, our family has been helping the orphans and burying wild bones. I don't know how many wild bones are buried in the nameless grave behind our house.
We should not have remembered this at first, but the dead man was so strange. He asked a lot of questions like you, such as whether a large amount of treasure was unearthed from under the Eagle's Beak Rock, and he also asked that question.
You...you won’t also want to..."
The old man stared at Wang Liang, fearing that he would laugh three times and cry three times and then die.
Fortunately, Wang Liang did not do such a thing, but asked again, "When you moved, did you turn their bodies around?"
"How is this possible? We moved here and didn't even move our ancestors' graves. How could we possibly move the graves of lonely ghosts here? However, we have left a tablet for them at the ancestral temple, and we burn incense and offer sacrifices every year."
"Can you take me to see it?"
If it were an ordinary family, they would definitely refuse Wang Liang’s request , but the Dong family is a family with a good family tradition, so after Wang Liang made the request, they took Wang Liang to the ancestral temple.
Just as the old man said, in addition to the tablets of the Dong family's ancestors, there is a separate offering table in the corner with the words "lonely grave" written on it.
Wang Liang stood here, his mind seemed to have spanned hundreds of years, and he said calmly.
“I know where you died, but I don’t know if you left anything behind. I came here just to tell you that we succeeded. I didn’t have to reincarnate for nine lifetimes before I could have the opportunity to practice as my uncle said.
I have already embarked on the path of cultivation, and in a way that none of us have ever thought of.
Believe me, I will become an immortal in the end. The competition between us and Li Xuan has just begun."
After Wang Liang finished saying this, he felt relaxed, as if some shackles on his soul had been loosened.
At the same time, a large number of insights appeared in his mind. They were all insights about the words of the Supreme, some of which were not even recorded in books.
Those words seemed to be spoken casually by an old man whose face could not be seen clearly.
But for some reason, Wang Liang always felt that what the old man said was right, almost like he was speaking the truth.
These insights and knowledge disappeared in an instant.
Wang Liang heard a ding sound in his ear.
At the same time, a message rose in front of him.
[Your main practice, "Tai Xuan Jing", has reached the master level 4. You can start to condense your own immortal golden elixir. Would you like to start condensing it? ]
[Note: Your Taixuan Sutra has reached the 4th level of Master, and subsequent branch enhancement options will appear. Please choose the subsequent branch enhancement route...]
[A: Not to be affected by anything…]
