my fate is a monster

Chapter 112 The ancestor’s funeral
Even if the fate line is already extremely thin.

But Qin Yu, who had the fate of the sixth level of misfortune, could still clearly see the fate patterns remaining on the body of the beggar Old Wang.

【Contain and absorb】Fate.

As the name suggests, this horoscope represents acceptance and absorption.

To fulfill the dying obsession and successfully send the dying person to the underworld is to provide shelter.

To absorb is to draw the lifespan and vitality of the deceased from it.

People or creatures with this fate will be born beside other people or creatures and draw nutrients from them.

In Qin Yu's previous life, people such as the Qian Lao clan were the embodiment of this fate.

However, gnawing on the old people is at best a natural characteristic of this fate, and will only harm your loved ones.

It still cannot reach the strength of [containment and absorption].

Although [Containment and Absorption] is also at the fourth level, every time it evolves, it will be contaminated by countless causes and effects, accompanied by countless innocent lives.

And according to Qin Yu's judgment, this destiny can cover the entire Laoya Village, treating all villagers as fish and meat.

The influence range of its destiny strength exceeds the sixth level of [Ji Shen and evil evil].

And it can also hide the existence of fate patterns through special means.

"This guy is quite cunning." Qin Yu thought to himself as he looked at the remains of the old beggar Wang.

I thought that even if there were evil spirits at work in Laoya Village, it would be nothing more than a minor disturbance at best.

Looking at it now, the life master of [Containing and Absorbing] is even more cunning and cruel than Fu Hongzi.

"The biggest benefit of [Containment and Absorption] is to absorb the remaining life span and vitality of other life masters."

"So the life span of a person with this fate will definitely not be too short."

Qin Yu slowly closed the coffin lid, turned around and saw Old Huang with a pale face, holding on to a pillar in the yizhuang, trembling uncontrollably.

"Old Huang!" Qin Yu ducked over and took a closer look.

But he saw that the black aura behind Lao Huang continued to increase, and his vitality slowly leaked out like water.

The original hale and hearty energy had long been drained away, and there were layers of wrinkles on his face and body. In addition to his long-pale beard and hair, even his eyelashes and even his hair had turned white.

"Qin... Qin Zhenren... you said before, Lao Huang, I... I can live to be seventy or eighty..."

"Hehehe... Now it seems like it's not possible anymore..."

Old Huang panted heavily, and smiled miserably in an extremely weak manner, the desire to survive was gradually fading from his eyes.

Qin Yu gently supported him and said, "Pindao said you can live to be seventy or eighty years old, so that means you are seventy old and eighty years old."

Saying that, [Jie Shen Evil Sha] slowly poured out a trace of bad luck from the fate pattern, covering Lao Huang's gray fate pattern.

Like many people in the village, Lao Huang's destiny is called "all living beings".

It belongs to the most common fate in the world. The strength of fate is not strong, and it will soon be soaked by bad luck and turn into a heavy black.

However, this black aura is different from the fate of [Containment and Absorption].

One is doom and the other is extraction.

Two fates with the same attributes but different sects met instantly in the void.

The black aura from the [Containment and Drainage] fate was instantly suppressed by misfortune.

Haw!

Suddenly, a mouse whose foot slipped fell from the beams inside the yizhuang and hit Old Huang hard on the head.

Lao Huang groaned and reached out to grab it.

But the mouse squeaked, slid away smoothly, and got into Lao Huang's collar.

"Ouch!" Old Huang's face suddenly regained some color, and while shouting in panic, he reached out to deal with the mouse.

It is in stark contrast to the state of just getting old and dying.

"Although bad luck can dispel the fatal consequences of [Containment and Drainage], with Lao Huang's body, I'm afraid he will be killed by bad luck..."

Qin Yu glanced at Lao Huang and said thoughtfully, "We must find the master of [Containment and Absorption] before all these people die of old age. This matter can be solved."

"Gowa!"

"Guowar, wake up!"

"Oh! Baohong can't do it either!"

"Baohong, wake up!"

At this time, another noisy and urgent shout came from outside Yizhuang.

Lao Huang had just driven the mouse out, and when he heard this, his expression suddenly changed and he rushed out the door.

Unexpectedly, he failed to see the threshold clearly and tripped over it. He flew out of the door and fell flat on his face.

Qin Yu only slightly vented his misfortune.

[All living beings] have no ability to react at all in their destiny, and misfortunes are constantly entangled and cannot be isolated.

Qin Yu shook his head and stepped out of Yizhuang.

But outside the gate of Yizhuang, two of the villagers who had followed him were lying on the ground.

The hair and beard were both white, and the skin on their bodies was as rough and dull as tree bark. A heavy deathly aura lingered on the two of them for a long time.

"Guowa... Baohong..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Don't let me, a white-haired person, give birth to black hair... No... don't die..."

Lao Huang ignored the dirt on his body, the blood in his mouth and broken teeth, and crawled in front of the two of them, bursting into tears for a while.

The remaining villagers with old faces and panting faces also looked haggard and frightened. They squatted beside the two of them, watching helplessly, helpless to do anything about it.

Guowa and Baohong are both Lao Huang’s grandchildren.

It is the strength and future of Laoya Village.

But at this moment, these two young men seemed to have passed their lives in an instant and reached the last stage of their lives.

Qin Yu ducked over and secretly vented a trace of misfortune again.

The aura of the sixth-level doom and fate pattern quickly dispelled the gray and white fate patterns entangled behind Guowa.

Guowa's complexion gradually returned to rosy, and the aging process suddenly stopped.

But Baohong died before Qin Yu took advantage of bad luck to save her.

The gray-white aura quickly dissipated.

With the loss of vitality and lifespan, Baohong's originally chubby body seemed to have been drained of muscle and blood in an instant.

Became as skinny as a mummy.

"Bao...my Baohong..."

"You died so badly..."

When Lao Huang saw this, he immediately beat his chest and started crying.

The other gray-haired villagers beside him also sighed, as if they were used to this.

"What a poisonous fate pattern!" Qin Yu frowned, and immediately released several rays of bad luck, protecting all the surrounding villagers from bad luck.

Under bad luck, although you will be unlucky, you will not die immediately.

Given the current condition of these villagers, if they are not rescued, they will soon die of old age.

"You guys, help Lao Huang carry the body into Yizhuang and settle it down. No one is allowed to leave Pindao for more than twenty feet."

"Otherwise you are all in danger of dying!"

Qin Yu stood up and looked at the surrounding villagers with burning eyes.

The villagers were still immersed in the atmosphere of death. They all looked at Qin Yu with confused eyes, but they were indifferent to this.Lao Huang cried for a while and suddenly remembered the situation just now.

Obviously he felt that his end was approaching and he was about to die, but Qin Yu seemed to wave his hand, and he regained his vitality and strength...

"Master Qin has a way to save us! Hurry! Do as Master Qin says!"

Lao Huang quickly stopped his sadness, stood up shakily, and directed the villagers beside him.

Together, everyone carried the dead Baohong into Yizhuang.

After settling in for a while, Qin Yu called Lao Huang to his side and asked: "Shopkeeper Huang, are there any elders around Laoya Village who have a long life and are respected or loved by everyone? They are the kind of existence that everyone respects Taoist ancestors."

[Containment and Absorption] The ultimate purpose of the existence of fate is to absorb life span and vitality.

The natives of this birth pattern will naturally have a long life.

Especially the ancestors of large families often live over 100 years old, which is beyond the existence of most people in the world.

It is the best native for this fate.

Lao Huang was still immersed in the pain of losing his grandson. He was slightly absent-minded after hearing this. It took him a long time to come back to his senses:

"The four townships and eight villages around Laoya Mountain have a population of tens of thousands, and there are many people over ninety years old."

"But if we say that we can say that we honor Taoist ancestors, there are only two of them."

After hearing this, Qin Yu's expression became serious: "Which two?"

Although the Old Crow Temple is also in these four townships and eight villages, it is after all a place of pure cultivation of Taoism.

Xianfan is different after all.

Qin Yu's predecessor and his master Dao Jing were actually not very familiar with the situation in the surrounding villages.

Old Huang said: "The first one is the ancestor of the Peng family in Qingshui Village. It is said that this person is 120 years old and has experienced three emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty. His ancestor was a general under the Zhongzong of the Great Zhou Dynasty and made great contributions to stabilizing the border. This old ancestor of the Peng family was once a minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but later he retired and returned to his hometown to take care of himself."

In this world, cultivation and cultivation are prosperous.

If an ordinary cultivator can reach the eighth realm or above, his lifespan can exceed one hundred years, and those with strong strength can live to two hundred years old.

But if one's cultivation does not reach the tenth level, one will not live for three hundred years.

This is the restraint of heaven and earth on this place, and it is also the law that all living things must follow.

According to what Lao Huang said, this Peng family ancestor should be a warrior.

"What is the cultivation level of this ancestor of the Peng family?" At this time, Qin Yu interrupted Lao Huang's words and asked seemingly casually.

Lao Huang thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "The ancestor of the Peng family is so old. When he retired and returned home, I, Lao Huang, was still wearing crotch pants...so I only know that he is a martial artist, but I don't know how much he is good at."

Qin Yu nodded slightly and said, "Continue, who is the other one?"

"This second person is the ancestor of Ximen of Xiliu Village. Like Zhenren Qin, this person was once a Taoist priest. He traveled southward in his early years, and later returned to Xiliu Village and gave birth to descendants of the Ximen lineage. "

Lao Huang thought about it and said: "But Xiliuzhuang is too far away from Laoya Village. Lao Huang, I only know that the ancestor Ximen seems to be one hundred and thirty or forty years old. Because he was a Taoist priest, he never lived a long life. Sixiang No one in Hachimura knows how old he is."

A Taoist monk who traveled southward.

In the Great Zhou territory, it would be difficult to move forward without a certain level of cultivation.

This Ximen Patriarch must have some cultivation, but how much cultivation he had, Lao Huang didn't know.

After Qin Yu listened, he frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "According to what you said, Qingshui Village seems to be the closest to here?"

Lao Huang nodded and said: "After passing Laoya Village and Fulin Village, and then turning a few hills, we will reach Qingshui Village."

"Then let's go to Qingshui Village." Qin Yu said expressionlessly.

If I had known it was so far away, I would have rode the black donkey here.

After saying that, Qin Yu turned around and headed north of Laoya Village.

"Quick, quick! Keep up the speed!"

Although Lao Huang didn't know what was going on, Master Qin said he would never leave him within twenty feet.

This is the iron law.

Lao Huang quickly called on several elderly villagers to follow Qin Yu and head towards Qingshui Village.

Everyone walked for a while, but before they left Laoya Village, they were all old and frail and could not bear the bumpy road.

Lao Huang then proposed to Qin Yu to go home and set up two ox carts.

Only then did they pull everyone out of Laoya Village.

After trekking over mountains and ridges and entering the boundary of Qingshui Village, the sky was already dark.

The bullock cart has just arrived at the entrance of the village.

Qin Yu, who was sitting on the bullock cart, saw a group of villagers wearing hemp and mourning walking out of Qingshui Village.

"Hiss... this is a funeral. It's really unlucky."

The custom around Xijing is to hold funerals at night.

Generally, families whose cemeteries are far away will choose to travel in the evening so that they can be buried on time.

When Old Huang saw this, he immediately frowned and muttered, then turned the car around and moved to one side of the road to avoid it.

The other villagers had just witnessed death, and they all lowered their heads and did not want to see it anymore.

The wailing suona sounds kept coming.

The spirit-calling banners and mourning sticks were hoisted high.

The few villagers who walked in the lead were dressed in heavy mourning, walking unsteadily, with gray hair. They lowered their heads and wiped tears from time to time, each holding funeral items in their hands.

The team was like a long snake, quickly passing by Qin Yu and others.

In the center of the white mourning clothes is a huge coffin pulled by six horses.

Beside the coffin were a dozen people supporting the coffin.

One of the pallbearers had a bulging body under his mourning clothes, and he was obviously wearing heavy armor.

His gaze quickly froze, and Qin Yu discovered that this man's heavily armored shoulders were embroidered with several small gold characters: Zhenxie Division.

"This man is actually from the Evil Suppression Department. He doesn't seem to have a high official position. He should be an official like the Evil Suppression Envoy."

From this, Qin Yu glanced at the other coffin bearers.

It is found that these people have their own imposing manner, which implies the inviolability of the superiors.

The person lying in the coffin was obviously of extraordinary status.

In addition, Qin Yu also found that except for the dozen or so coffin bearers, the rest of the funeral procession were all old men with old faces, and there was not a single young man.

"Could it be..." Qin Yu's heart suddenly moved, and he turned to Old Huang and said, "Old Huang, go and ask them who the funeral is for."

Lao Huang carefully got off the bullock cart, fearing that he would fall down or sprain his foot again.

He quickly went to the back of the funeral procession, found an old man with an honest face, and the two chatted.

Then, Old Huang returned quickly and said with an ugly face: "The person lying in the coffin is the ancestor of the Peng family... That's why the standards of this funeral are so high... It turns out that the ancestor of the Peng family is dead."

All the villagers were slightly surprised when they heard this.

The ancestor of the Peng family lived in their childhood dreams, but unexpectedly he also passed away.

"Ancestor of the Peng family..." Qin Yu nodded slightly and watched the funeral procession go away, thoughtfully.

"Master Qin, shall we go into the village?" Lao Huang got into the car and picked up his whip to drive away the scalpers.

Qin Yu waved his hand, suddenly frowned and said: "Don't enter the village first, follow the funeral procession, I'll take a look later!"

Lao Huang didn't know why he was so anxious, but he still drove the bullock cart and rushed towards the funeral procession.

Not long after, the bullock cart caught up with the funeral procession.

Qin Yu's eyes were filled with purple demonic energy, and the [Jing Shen Evil Evil] Fate Beast suddenly opened its red light, and its eyes were fixed on the noble black coffin.

"Sure enough!"

(End of this chapter)