Raising the Demon

Chapter 66
About [-] miles northward from Xiayan Village, there is a village similar to Xiayan Village, which is located at the foot of the mountain along the continuous mountain of Niaoshu Mountain. This is Yan Village.

Near Yan Village, there is also a small stream meandering down from the top of the mountain. The villagers use and drink water from this stream.

There are about [-] households in the entire Yan Village, which is much larger than Xiayan Village and occupies a large area.But at first glance, everyone is like a walking corpse, numb and stiff, with pale complexion.In the entire mountain village, except for the place where the stream flows, other places are desolate.

It was supposed to be the autumn harvest season, but there were only sparse figures in the mountain fields reclaimed near the village.

In previous years, whether it was a severe drought or a severe flood, there were always some reasons for it, but this year, for no reason, there was no harvest for no reason.

A farmer was holding a shriveled ear of wheat, his withered face was full of despair.

The stored grain has long been gone. After the autumn harvest, there are only some miscellaneous grains that can mature before winter, other than that, there is no more grain.

With such a harvest, the villagers are completely desperate, so what kind of jade tax is there?Without waiting for the jade tax collectors to come, Yan Village will not be able to survive.

Most of the old people in the village couldn't survive anymore, and several old people passed away this year.

The skinny Yan Dafu pushed open the gate of the ancestral hall. Today is the day for his father's funeral. According to the usual practice, the funeral is to go through the ancestral hall and hold a ceremony in front of the ancestral hall.

Not to mention, his dead father was the patriarch of Yan Village and the patriarch of the entire Xiayan Village.

Ashes fell all over the ancestral hall, and the cold incense sticks and candles on the altar table were also covered with dust, and even the stone statue was dusty.

It's been too long since anyone has cleaned this place.The desperate villagers have long since stopped coming to worship their ancestors.

Yan Dafu brushed the dust lightly, and immediately coughed due to the dust raised up.He stooped down, grabbed the wooden barrel in the corner, turned around and staggered out.

After his father passed away, the burden of the clan elders fell on him. Today, not only was his father's funeral, but also the clan elders from several other villages came to witness that he became the new clan elder of Yan Village and became the leader of the whole Yan village. the day of the patriarch of the clan.

As soon as he left the ancestral hall with the wooden barrel, he saw an old man in rags walking slowly with his back bent. After seeing him, the man raised his cloudy eyes and looked at him for a long time before walking forward. He took two steps, and seemed to be planning to come up.

Yan Dafu quietly took two steps back, and the smell of something moldy and rotten on his body made him particularly disgusted.

"Dafu..." The man opened his mouth, revealing his yellow teeth, "I am your seventh uncle..."

"Seventh Uncle?" Yan Dafu's eyes widened, looking at the beggar-like old man in front of him, "Seventh Uncle, your old man..."

This is Yan Lao Qi from Shangyan Village. Shangyan Village is located in the northwest of Yan Village. The terrain is slightly higher than that of Yan Village. It is about ten miles away from Yan Village. mouth, dozens of families.And Yan Laoqi is the clan elder of Shangyan Village.When Yan Dafu went to visit him in spring, he was still straight. It's only been a few months, why is he like this?

Yan Dafu knew the aura of Yan Laoqi very well, it was that aura when his father was about to die.

"I'm dying soon..." Being supported by Yan Dafu and sitting down on the stone in front of the ancestral hall, Yan Laoqi took a deep breath and said, "I think, I want to see my brother for the last time..."

Yan Dafu's father is the oldest among the clan elders, and he is also the head of the clan, so he is honored as the elder brother. The others are ranked according to age. Among the clan elders in several villages, Yan Laoqi is the younger That, but it has become like this.

"Seventh Uncle, are you going to have a meeting at home?" Yan Dafu asked hastily.

"I can't walk anymore." Yan Laoqi shook his head, leaning on his crutches with both hands, and said, "I'll just wait here, ancestor..."

What else did Yan Dafu want to say, Yan Laoqi waved his hand and said, "Go and do your work, leave me alone...I'll wait here..."

Yan Dafu walked away carrying the wooden barrel, he was really worried that a gust of wind would blow, and Yan Laoqi would fall to the ground and die.

What's going on in this world?
Yan Dafu walked to the side of the stream, squatted down, dipped the wooden bucket into the waist-deep water, and planned to fetch water.

At this moment, a burst of singing came from the mountain.

"Good deeds have no traces, good words have no blemishes; good numbers do not need to be planned; good closures have nothing to do with them and cannot be opened; good knots have no ropes and cannot be broken."

The singing voice is simple, the tone is vigorous, but the voice is old and hoarse.

Yan Dafu looked up, his eyes widened immediately.

The creek meanders up, hidden by rocks and trees, like a silver belt stretching to nowhere on the mountain.

It was just early autumn at this time, but the mountain was as bleak as late autumn, the leaves were withered, revealing a large gap, and it happened that in the gap of the leaves, a blue shadow could be seen flowing down the river.

Yan Dafu squinted his eyes and looked carefully, he was a veteran!

The sleeves of the old Taoist robe unfolded, agitating the wind and clouds, breaking through the mist in the mountains.

He retracted one foot, and only put a foot wearing straw shoes on the stream.

The stream was flowing and splashing happily, and he just stood on the stream, using his shoes as a boat and his sleeves as a sail, standing alone like a golden rooster, while a white crane spread its wings and flowed down from above.

His five-willow long beard, two long eyebrows, and white hair fluttered in the air, and his eyes gleamed coldly, as if he felt that someone was looking at him, so his eyes stared directly at him.

"Ghost... ghost!" After being stabbed by those sharp eyes like blades, Yan Dafu staggered in fright, and sat down on the ground, almost suffocated by the messy world by the stream.

As soon as he let go, the wooden barrel in his hand floated downstream along the creek. Yan Dafu stretched out his hand, opened his mouth wide, and wanted to call out twice, but he didn't know what to call.

After a long time, he rubbed the base of his tail and slowly got up from the ground. His buttocks were already soaked in water. When the wind blew it was chilly, and the wooden barrel floated away. Yan Dafu didn't know what to do.

It's really a house leak and it rains all night!
But what was that old man just now...

Could it be... the fairy on the mountain?

But didn't the gods on the mountain fly down from the mountain with clouds?Why walk on water?

While hesitating, there was a burst of water noise from the bottom of the creek. From a distance, a small colorful painting boat was going upstream from below.

The speed of the boat was extremely fast, when it heard the sound, it was just a small dot, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in front of it.

The two red koi swam vigorously in front of them. When they reached the shallow water, their backs were exposed from the water, but their speed did not slow down at all.

Mixed with the sound of water, the sound of reading aloud came from above the painting boat.

"You travel to the North Sea in the morning and the twilight is green and wu, with green snakes wrapped in your sleeves and courageous.

Three drunk people in Yueyang did not know each other, and they flew over Dongting Lake with aloud. "

What is this again?
Yan Dafu looked intently, and saw three people standing at the bow of the ship, one dressed as a scholar, one dressed as an officer and soldier, and the third dressed as an Orion, and the man dressed as an Orion was holding a wooden barrel in his hand, and shouted from afar. Said: "Whose barrel was washed away?"

"It's mine..." Yan Dafu took two steps forward, looked intently, felt that the face of the old man dressed as a hunter was very familiar, but he didn't dare to recognize it.

"It's... Da Fu?" The other party recognized him first instead.

"Uncle Fifth?" Yan Dafu's eyes widened immediately. Yan Lao Wu was older than Yan Lao Qi, but at this moment, he seemed to be about the same age as Yan Dafu. His waist was straight, and he was as strong as a young man. When the boat came to a steady stop, he jumped off the boat with one stride. Behind the boat, a middle-aged man also jumped into the water. He waded over and saw Yan Dafu look over, and smiled naively: "Brother!"

It was Yan Lao Wu and his second son Yan Er who came. Yan Lao Wu stared at Yan Dafu with wide eyes.But now is not the time to care about this, Yan Laowu said heartbrokenly: "A few days ago I saw my eldest brother in Mengcheng, and I thought that my eldest brother was very thin, but I didn't expect to be... rich so soon, my condolences."

"My condolences!" The two people standing on the bow who did not come down also clasped their fists at the same time and said.

"Dafu, let me introduce you. This is the village official of our Xiayan Village, Zi Baifeng. This one is the general of Mengcheng Mansion, General Luoqianshanluo." Yan Lao Wu introduced, and then pulled him over His second son said: "I know that today is very busy, so I brought a helper here."

Yan Er didn't say much, went directly to fetch water, and waited by the side.

After hastily meeting with Zi Baifeng and Luo Qianshan, Yan Dafu was envious when he looked at the energetic Yan Lao Wu and then at the burly and strong Yan Er. It was hard to lift the bucket of water.

Zi Baifeng looked at the skinny man in front of him.

It can be seen that he used to be a very strong man, but now he has become so thin that his whole body has no flesh.

Zi Baifeng remembered that when he was a child, for a while, Yan Laowu was so thin, and everyone in Xiayan Village became very thin, and then gradually became healthier.

The reason for this is very simple. Daqingshi Town has guarded the aura of Xiayan Village, so that the aura of Xiayan Village will not be easily taken away, and the aura of people in Xiayan Village will not be easily lost. Naturally, they will be much healthier and stronger.

Looking up again, the whole Yan Village is not as good as the original Xiayan Village. In Zi Baifeng's eyes, Yan Village is almost black and white, without even a little aura.

This village... is dying...

Bird and mouse view, what the hell did you do?In order to practice Taoism and live longer, how many people have you taken away the aura, life span, and health?
For a long time, Zi Baifeng's activities have been limited to Mengcheng and Xiayan Village, but he has never visited other villages.

If you want to come to Mengcheng, there is something guarding it, so that the aura will not be easily taken away, so Mengcheng's spirit is not bad.As for villages like Yan Village, I'm afraid they are about to be emptied out.

(End of this chapter)