August 15th is a harvest day. It is a good time to bury people and repair graves, go to work to break ground, and pray for blessings and sacrifices.
The most suitable time for burial and grave repair today is noon. When Yang Zhen and his party arrived at Zhu's hometown, it was not yet six o'clock (9 a.m.).
Looking down from the air, Zhu's hometown looks like a washbasin, surrounded by city walls several feet high, with a radius of less than three miles in the middle where mortals live.
The Zhao family's spaceship landed slowly in front of the gate of Zhujia City, picked up one person, and continued flying.
The man who came up was a man in his thirties, who was a member of the Zhao family sent to Zhu's hometown. The last time he spent less than half a day here, he found out where Yang Zhen's father was buried. Yang's father was very famous in Zhu's hometown, so many people knew where his tomb was.
This man was shocked when he saw the Qin family, the great elder, the ancestor's direct granddaughter, and a group of maids and others on the spaceship. It’s not that the person buried today is a low-level casual cultivator. Why are there so many people from the clan?
But he didn't know that Yang Zhen and Nanny were the only ones who planned to come over at first. Later Zhao Yue'er found out about it and said she wanted to accompany her. Then Mrs. Qin was worried about her daughter going out and wanted to follow her. In the end, it became a big deal. Help people. Today is also a harvest day, which is originally the day for the people of Xu State to go out in autumn. So everyone agreed to come and visit Zhu's hometown.
In this world, monsters are infested, it is difficult for human beings to survive, and death is a common occurrence, so everyone takes life and death relatively lightly. Although Yang Zhen was burying her mother today, there was nothing wrong with everyone going out to play together, let alone disrespect to the deceased.
Under the guidance of this man, the spacecraft traveled another five or six miles before arriving at a low green mountain.
A tall figure stood at the foot of the mountain, it was Chen Fugui.
When the spaceship landed, Chen Fugui greeted him. After a while of greetings and introductions, he and the man led everyone forward.
Not long after, I came to a cemetery. There were sparse weeds around the cemetery. It was obviously a new grave that had not been repaired for a few years.
"This is Yang Juren's tomb." The man introduced.
Yang Zhen was now dressed in linen clothes and holding Jin's urn in her hand. He walked forward and saw that the tombstone was engraved with "The Tomb of My Late Husband Yang Jun Mengji" and the signature was Jin Qingchen. Seeing that the place was correct, he put the urn aside, then knelt down and kowtowed three times respectfully.
Looking next to the tomb, there is a deep pit that has been dug, obviously reserved for the Jin family.
Yang Zhen was a little sad, looking at the pit, speechless for a long time.
"It's too early in the afternoon, why don't I take you to visit the ancestors of the Yang family." Seeing this, Chen Fugui pulled Yang Zhen out and took him up the mountain.
There are hundreds of tombs scattered in this cemetery, and they are all ancestors of the Yang family. Yang Zhen discovered the tombs of Xiao Shitou's grandfather, great-grandfather and others. Looking at the life stories recorded in the inscriptions on the back, it turned out that they were all Qi practicing monks, and some of them lived as long as one hundred and fifty years.
Weeds grew all around these cemeteries, and some even covered the words on the stone tablets. Yang Zhen took the trouble to slightly repair these stone tablets, pull out the weeds, and reveal the inscriptions.
Chen Fugui was also helping. With his help, things became much easier. Yang Zhen was grateful and her impression of Chen Fugui was greatly improved.
After half an hour, the two finally arrived at the top of the mountain. There was also a tomb here. Although it was also overgrown with grass, it occupied a large area and was very neat in scale. You can imagine how grand it must have been back then.
"This is the tomb of your ancestor of the Yang family." Chen Fugui introduced.
Yang Zhen knelt down and unexpectedly discovered that the tombstone had just been cleaned, and the inscription on the back was also very clear, recording the glorious life of this foundation-building ancestor.
According to records, this ancestor was from Yuezhou. When the Yan Kingdom was destroyed a thousand years ago, he signed up to join the Yunxiao Sect's monk team and made some contributions. After the war, he obtained a fief in Zhu's hometown.
It was really an era where heroes abounded! Yang Zhenyuan thought about the deeds of this ancestor and the ancestors of the Zhu family, and was fascinated.
It's a pity that the road to immortality is difficult. If you can't keep walking, you will end up with a handful of loess sooner or later!
"Uncle Fugui, have you been here some time ago?" Yang Zhen asked casually.
Chen Fugui was stunned: "No, the last time I came here was three years ago. At that time, I was accompanying you and your mother to weed the cemeteries of the ancestors of the Yang family. I haven't been here since then."
"Oh," Yang Zhen didn't care either. He found a piece of grass and sat down casually, pulled off a piece of grass and played with it in his hands. He looked up at the white clouds and looked at the green field in the distance, and fell into a certain emotion for a moment.
"Uncle Fugui, what kind of person is my mother in your eyes?"
"Your mother, she..." Chen Fugui hesitated for a long time before saying:
"Your mother, she is a miserable person!"
"I heard your mother say before that she lost her mother when she was very young, and she and your grandfather were dependent on each other. At that time, your grandfather rented a shop in Zhu's hometown and made a living by selling wontons every day. Although your mother was a A little girl, but she has become sensible early on, helping to work together..."
"That shop belongs to your Yang family. The first floor is rented out, and your father lives on the second floor. He was still a scholar at that time. He studied on the second floor of the shop every morning. After reading, he went to the first floor to eat a bowl of wontons. . Your mother saw that he was working hard in studying, so she would give him a few more wontons every time. Your father knew this, so he would also give a few more copper coins every time..."
"Later, your mother became qualified to become an immortal. Many wealthy families approached your grandfather and wanted to marry her, but your mother refused. In her heart, she was always thinking about your father who loved wontons. Later, your grandfather passed away. Now, your mother will make her own decision and marry your mortal father..."
"To tell you the truth," Chen Fugui sighed: "When your father just passed away, I had a crush on your mother. She was young and beautiful, and she still had the spiritual veins of your Yang family in her hands. At that time, I was I really want to become a Taoist couple with her, practice together, earn spiritual stones together, and become a pair of ordinary casual cultivators. But your mother has never forgotten your father and refuses to agree..."
When Chen Fugui said these words, he seemed to be letting out his depressed mood. He sighed and said nothing.
The gentle and infatuated woman back then is now a handful of dust, lying quietly in the square box at the foot of the mountain, waiting for her final destination.
The two of them stopped talking and watched silently as the breeze swept over the green grass, causing ripples.
While the two were talking, two people were observing them on a mountain peak a few miles away.
The two of them had fair faces and no beards, and looked to be in their forties. The other man is handsome and in his thirties.
The middle-aged man slowly put away his hawk-like gaze and frowned slightly:
"Liangfeng, look at the way they are talking happily. Is that kid really amnesiac?"
The young man was Zhu Liangfeng, and he replied respectfully:
"Grandpa Qi, this is what Lan'er said, and the same is true for Chen Fugui's report yesterday. Both of them are familiar with this boy, so there should be no mistake."
"They won't deliberately say nonsense, right?" The middle-aged man was Zhu Shiya, the chief steward of the Zhu family, and he looked suspicious.
"It is possible for one person, but it will never happen to both of them." Zhu Liangfeng said firmly: "If Gu Chunlan had cared about this kid, he would not have told me about the Jin family in the first place. Then Chen Fugui, I heard that he told me that Jin's marriage proposal was rejected, and he is just dissatisfied. It is absolutely impossible to help this kid cover it up!"
"What did he tell you yesterday?"
"Chen Fugui said that he met this little kid from the Yang family in Fangshi and talked to him about some things about his father back then. The kid was hesitant and refused to answer. Later, he simply made up a past incident and found that this kid really knew everything. forget."
"Past events? It's not surprising for children not to remember."
"He said that the kid not only didn't see through that the story was false, but also started talking nonsense with him. The more he talked about, the more flaws he had..."
"Um."
"Grandpa Seventh, if this kid really has lost his memory, then we still need..." Zhu Liangfeng understood what the big manager was thinking. He didn't want to kill Yang Zhen directly to avoid offending the Zhao family.
"Even if he has amnesia," Zhu Shiya shook his head: "But he is the son of a female cultivator, so the possibility of manifesting spiritual roots is not small. If he can practice in the future, when he sees the clarity of his mind, he may remember everything. of."
When a cultivator starts cultivating the soul, he can repair the damage to the soul that he suffered before, and then he will remember many things from the past.
"Grandpa Seventh, my grandson has an idea. It won't hurt his life and will eliminate his threat."
"Oh!" Zhu Shiya perked up: "What can I do?"
"If he can't manifest his spiritual roots, he won't be able to practice, and he'll just have to be a mortal for the rest of his life." Zhu Liangfeng sneered.
The words woke up the dreamer, and Zhu Shiya suddenly realized: "You mean... Hualing Powder?"
"Yes! Find a time and let him eat it. He will never be able to cultivate his spiritual roots in this life!"
"This is a banned drug. I heard it's only found in Shazhou." Zhu Shiya said hesitantly.
The Spirit Transformation Powder will dissolve the spiritual roots in the monk's body, turning the monk into a useless person who cannot practice. It can also work on children who are about to develop their spiritual roots. Such things are naturally prohibited in Xu State.
"My grandson is willing to go to Shazhou!" Zhu Liangfeng patted his chest. If he can make this contribution, his hope of obtaining the Foundation Establishment Pill from his family in the future will be much higher.
"Okay!" Zhu Shiya thought for a long time and felt that this method was quite desirable: "The best time to take Hualing Powder is one month to three and a half years before the spiritual root appears, so this matter is not urgent. I will discuss it with the ancestor. Let’s talk about it later.”
