Collecting the corpse for the emperor, my cultivation base will skyrocket for ten thousand years!

"Uh, what happened?"

Seeing this sudden change, Lin Wudao instantly looked towards the west of Shencun with a look of surprise and doubt.

at the same time!

Luo Qingran and Su Linger, who were watering and fertilizing the medicinal fields and flower beds, also raised their heads instantly, with a look of sadness on their faces.

"Uncle, someone died in the village..."

Su Linger said in a low voice.

Someone died?

Hearing this, the suspicion in Lin Wudao's eyes became more intense.

"Didn't they say there is no danger in the God Village? Could it be a natural death?"

"Uh-huh!"

"As long as the villagers of Shencun don't go to places like the restricted area of ​​the avenue and the Demon Sea, they will basically not encounter any danger."

"However, this does not mean that people living in the God Village will not die. As long as they reach the end of their lives, they will still pass away."

"The one who died this time should be Grandpa Chen Tingshan from the west of the village. He had already reached the end of his life."

"After today, our village will lose another villager and an ancient emperor..."

Su Linger said with a sad tone.

Birth, aging, sickness and death are the order of heaven and earth!

Except for those who have attained eternal enlightenment, all other living beings are doomed to die once they reach the limit of their lifespan.

Su Linger has seen such things several times in her years of life.

"Let's go and have a look."

"Grandpa Chen has passed away. Let's go and see him off. I hope his soul in heaven can rest in peace."

While talking.

Luo Qingran put down the tools in his hands and walked out of the yard first.

Seeing this, Lin Wudao returned to his yard, greeted Tu Jiutian, and immediately followed them.

"Ling'er, if the villagers of Shen Village die, where will they be buried?"

"Of course it's the village's ancestral tomb!"

"No matter who they are, no matter what their cultivation level is, as long as they are villagers of the God Village, they will all be buried in the ancestral tomb of the Ninth God Village after death."

"However, I don't know what the ancestral tomb looks like. It is said to be quite mysterious. Even the village chief cannot enter the ancestral tomb at will."

"Only when a villager dies will the undertaker be allowed to enter the ancestral tomb. I heard that some mysterious ceremony will also be held..."

Su Linger replied in a low voice.

Ancestral graves?

Hearing this, Lin Wudao's eyes lit up.

Since Kamimura’s ancestral tomb is so mysterious, could it be hiding Kamimura’s secrets?
Moreover, since Shencun has a special ancestral tomb, a large number of villagers must be buried therein. If all the bodies of these villagers were collected, it would definitely be a huge fortune.

With this thought in mind, Lin Wudao followed Luo Qingran quietly and finally came to Chen Tingshan's yard in the west of the village.

now!

A large number of villagers had gathered inside and outside Chen Tingshan's yard, led by the village chief Yan Jiang.

Everyone had a solemn and sad look on their face...

After all, they are old friends who have been together for billions of years. They are not relatives but better than relatives. What's more, there are not many villagers in Shencun, and every death is a blow to Shencun.

"The dead are gone!"

"The passing of Chen Tingshan is a loss to our village. We have lost another old friend."

"But the dead cannot be resurrected."

"Next, we will follow the previous procedures of our village. We will first set up a mourning hall for Chen Tingshan, and we will all keep vigil together for seven days. After praying for his soul to be reborn, we will bury him in the ancestral tomb of the Shencun."

"In addition, the incense, candles, paper money, coffins, coffin bearers, etc., will all be done as before..."

Yan Jiang stood in the middle of the yard and gave orders in an orderly manner.

As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers in the yard immediately began to get busy. Some made incense, candles and paper money, some made coffins, and some acted as coffin bearers.

Even the people who are to be saved are ready. Very soon!

With everyone's concerted efforts, a simple mourning hall was built; then, the village chief Yan Jiang led all the villagers of Shencun to begin to keep vigil for Chen Tingshan.

Time, for seven days!
Lin Wudao didn't know much about the traditions of Shencun. He just followed everyone else and did what they did.

Finally, after seven days of vigil, under the organization of the village chief Yan Jiang, twelve villagers with the cultivation level of ancient emperors carried Chen Tingshan's coffin and walked step by step towards the north of the village.

According to the tradition of Shencun, whenever a villager dies, the villagers of the entire village must form a funeral procession to bury the deceased.

now!

Lin Wudao and Tu Jiutian also became members of the funeral procession.

……

Beimang Mountain is located directly north of Shencun!

The mountain is 18,000 feet high and stretches for 88 million miles. The entire mountain is pitch black and filled with a strange aura.

When they followed the funeral procession to the foot of Beimang Mountain, everyone stopped, and only the village chief Yan Jiang and the twelve villagers who were carrying the coffin continued to walk towards Beimang Mountain.

"This Beimang Mountain is actually covered by the power of the Great Dao Law. Perhaps the secret of Shencun is hidden in it."

After carefully looking at Beimang Mountain for a moment, Lin Wudao frowned slightly.

His Eye of the Dao was actually unable to see through the true face of Mount Beimang, and there were also Dao restrictions on the mountain.

See it!

He acted decisively and evolved an Immortal Emperor clone through the system, which followed quietly and silently.

Due to the system's cover, Yan Jiang and others did not notice Lin Wudao's existence; half a day later, he followed the funeral procession to the highest point of Beimang Mountain.

Looking up, I saw a huge and ancient tomb standing on the top of Beimang Mountain.

However, this tomb is very special. It does not clearly indicate whose tomb it belongs to, but it is a joint burial tomb.

All the villagers who died in Shencun will be buried here.

"God, Chen Tingshan, a villager of the Ninth Divine Village, passed away seven days ago at the end of his lifespan."

"According to the rules of Shencun, the dead should be buried in Beimang Mountain, accompanying the god and serving him forever."

"Today, Yan Jiang, in the name of the head of the Ninth Divine Village, begs the Lord of God to show mercy and allow Chen Tingshan to be buried in Beimang Mountain..."

When they arrived in front of the tomb, Yan Jiang led everyone and knelt down to kowtow with the utmost respect and piety.

Rumble!
As they kowtowed, the originally silent black tomb suddenly trembled.

A moment later, under Lin Wudao's gaze, the huge tombstone in front of the grave slowly moved to the side, revealing a dark passage.

"Thank you Lord God!"

Seeing the tomb being opened, Yan Jiang and others kowtowed respectfully again. Then Yan Jiang held Chen Tingshan's spirit tablet, and the others carried Chen Tingshan's coffin, and they walked into the ancestral tomb step by step.

Behind them, Lin Wudao followed closely...

……

The interior of the ancestral tomb was not as gloomy and dark as Lin Wudao had imagined. Instead, it was very bright and filled with profound truths.

This place is like a small world!

However, the scene inside the ancestral tomb was far beyond Lin Wudao's expectations. There were no coffins or graves inside, only three ancient altars.

These three altars, floating in the void and connected by three avenues, look extremely mysterious.

and!

The altar here is almost exactly the same as the one Lin Wudao saw in the ancient city of Silence.

"Could it be that they are connected to other ancient cities?"

"Were the ancient immortal emperors in the Ancient City of Silence sent there in this way?"

"If that's the case, then there isn't just one place like the Ancient City of Silence?"

Lin Wudao was secretly surprised.

While he was daydreaming, Yan Jiang had already directed twelve villagers carrying coffins and stepped onto the avenue leading to heaven on the far right.

finally.

Went to the altar... (End of this chapter)