Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

Chapter 110 Seeing Death and Life

The talisman looked at the corners where the transparent souls squatted before, but now it was empty.

A black flag fell on the ground.

As soon as the hand of the talisman was raised, the soul flag was in her hand.After bearing the sword of Huashen, the soul flag was only cracked a few times, and I don't know what material it is made of.

After thinking about it, Fuzhu put the soul flag into the storage bag.In order not to be picked up by others, and then do evil.

After a few hours, everyone woke up one after another.

"Then I won't stay any longer." Gui Yunyun bowed Yingying and said goodbye to everyone.

Several Miaoyin Pavilion female cultivators glanced at each other, and one of them, a beautiful woman, nodded, took half a step, and said softly: "We also take our leave."

The disciple of Lianxing Sword Sect said a few words to Yue Su, and then prepared to return to the sect.

For a while, only Taixuan Jianzong, Zhenshan's people, and Sizhi were left.

"Should we send those gourds back to Fujia Village first?" Ji Zhi said.

Jin Shuangshuang shuddered when he heard the word gourd, feeling extremely sick, "Anyway, I won't give it away."

Ji Zhi didn't expect Miss Jin to contribute, and he didn't say it to her at all.

Yue Su thought that the Fuzhu didn't know what was inside the gourd, so he took a deep breath and made full preparations, and just about to speak, he heard Fuzhu say, "It should be so."

"No matter what, the deceased must be buried in peace."

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"It's such a sunny day, I don't know why the village chief called us to gather..."

"Hey, I'll go back to the house and get a bamboo hat first, sister-in-law of the Hu family, wait for me for a while."

"Your Cattail Fan is pretty good. When you fan it, the wind is quite strong."

"Take it if you like it!"

Not to mention how happy the woman was, she said, "That's so embarrassing."

"What's the point of being embarrassed? Why are you being polite to me?"

While talking, villagers walked by outside one after another, all heading in one direction.

"Isn't that Grandma Fu? At such an age, you still go to gather for something, and you don't have to worry about heat stroke. The autumn tiger is very domineering now." The woman was puffy, but she fanned her cattail fan vigorously, still dripping fine beads of sweat.

She wiped off the hot sweat with her hands, squinted her eyes and looked outside the house.

A farmer who had just returned from the fields didn't even have time to take a sip of water, so he put down his Lei Lei and hurried to the village head's house.

Is it possible that there is something big to announce?

The woman yelled inside, "Sister-in-law Tian, ​​hurry up!"

"Coming, coming!" someone said in reply, and soon a tall and thin woman came out, "Let's go."

There is a wide open space outside the village chief's house, which is usually used to dry grain, but now there are rows of wooden gourds.

Fuzhu listened to the whispers of the villagers, all of whom were curious about the wooden gourd, and her heart was indescribably complicated.

"Village chief, are all the people in your village here?" Jin Shuangshuang asked as he looked at the sparse dozen or so people.

The hunched village chief choked up for no reason, and said tremblingly, "It's all here, it's all here."

The dead and the living, the old and the young, are all here.

As the village chief, he was unqualified, and most of the people in the village died before he finally found a fairy master to get rid of the monsters.

Next to the village chief, a girl who seemed a little out of place with the people of Fujia Village cheered for him, "Grandpa, village chief, your body cannot be too happy or sad."

"I'm fine." The old village chief patted her hand, stepped forward, and announced the important event of calling everyone here today.

"Everyone, be quiet first!" Although the village chief is old, he is very dignified in the village. As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd quickly became silent.

"Fu Family Village has been disturbed by monsters these years, and people have been missing. Fortunately, a fairy master came here recently and got rid of the monsters for us. From now on, everyone won't have to worry about it day and night."

Fu Zhu didn't tell the village chief about Shuhe, so he still thought that the disappearance of the villagers was caused by monsters.

There were cheers from below, and after a while, someone asked, "Then when will my son come back?"

"That's right, village chief, where's my family? I haven't seen you for so long, and I don't know if I've lost weight. If I'm black and ugly, I'm really at a loss. I've been widowed for so many years, and I finally got black. charcoal."

When the woman made a joke, everyone burst into laughter.

The old village chief raised his head, seeing the sun as a double image.The sun was shining brightly today, but he couldn't stop feeling cold in his heart.

Fuzhu looked at the old man quietly, without speaking.

She had seen Wei Jiang's death, and Shu Xuantan offered sacrifices to Wang Shezhu, and she was not moved much at that time.At this time, he somewhat understood what the master said, seeing life and death.

The dead lie in the gourd, and the living stand under the sun.

Yin and Yang are separated.

The old village chief organized his speech and said feebly, "That's all the wooden gourds in front of you."

"Are these wooden gourds?"

"If a person is in a wooden gourd, he will be suffocated to death this day, right?"

"Isn't that right? Village chief, you're still teasing us juniors at such an old age..."

Everyone chattered, obviously not believing what the village chief said.How can a living person be in this airtight gourd?

"Grandma..." The girl timidly took the hand of Lafu's grandma.

Children are sensitive to feelings and sense that the old man is in a bad mood.

She called Grandma, not only because she was afraid, but also to comfort Grandma.

"Good girl, grandma is fine." The old man with frosty temples patted the young child's hand gently, just like when he usually put her to sleep.

The old village chief turned around and cupped his hands towards Zhao Zhiying: "I'm sorry, Master Immortal."

A beam of spiritual light flashed across, and the wooden gourds burst open, revealing the lifeless people lying inside.

Zhao Zhiying had already repaired the corpse that was cut in half by Jin Shuangshuang, and there was nothing unusual about the mortal body.

The body and the gourd grow together, and there is no strong rancid smell, but a faint fragrance of wood gourd.

There are gourd leaves growing from the corpse, or covering the face, or covering the body, all in all, it is not very easy to identify.

Jin Shuangshuang didn't even want to get close.

But someone jumped on the gourd, pulled the green leaves on it, and wailed loudly, "It's my youngest son, he's still so small...a goddamn monster!"

"What sin did I do? I chose a husband-in-law after thousands of choices, and ended up being a widow for most of my life. I knew it would be better to marry an old widower at the end of the village..."

The cries came one after another, which seemed a bit scary in the bright sunshine.

"Master Zhao... I heard that people are reincarnated, so they all went to reincarnate, right?" A faint scent of medicine hit Zhao Zhiying's eyes, and then he came back to his senses.

The girl in a floral-colored sarong stood against the light, her face was in the shadows, and her expression could not be seen clearly, but one could guess from her voice that it must be a gentle gesture.

Zhao Zhiying didn't know how to answer her question for a moment.

Some of the souls in the dementing banners have dissipated, and there must be no afterlife.

Fortunately, Jin Shuangshuang stepped forward at this time and rescued Zhao Zhiying. She stood in front of the girl in the floral sarong, "If you have any questions, it's the same if you ask me."

(End of this chapter)