Grandma Li grabbed a handful of rice and threw it on the ground, causing the big chicken and the little chicken to rush over. The area around Jing Yingrong and Zhui Fengju suddenly became clear.
"This is a long-standing tradition in the village. Some people have no offspring, and some, even if they have children, they may go to practice Buddhism one day and never come back. But everyone will grow old. Yes, so, there is this agreed thing, the young people in the village will take care of the old people who have no descendants."
Grandma Li led Jing Yingrong to the back of the house. Behind the house was a small vegetable patch and a well. Jing Yingrong put a beast-binding hoop on Chasing the Wind Horse and placed it in the open space next to the well.
"I see."
"Yes, they not only send me things, but also often send food to Aunt Chen and her wife, Uncle Wang, Brother Qian, and Aunt Wu in the village."
Grandma Li muttered as she opened the wooden door of the house, soft light poured out, bringing warmth like spring.
The house is not spacious, and there are many things piled together. It is a bit messy, but very clean. A fist-sized spar-like thing hung from the beam, emitting bright light and dispelling the cold.
Jing Yingrong noticed the word "Taichu" carved on the surface of the object.
Seeing Jing Yingrong staring at that thing, Grandma Li said: "That is the spring lantern given to us by Taichu Guan. One can be used for several years. Miss Jing, do you know Taichu Guan?"
Jing Yingrong: "I am a disciple of the Taichu Temple." She showed her token.
Grandma Li's muddy old eyes lit up and she said, "So you are a disciple of Taichu Guan. That's great, that's great."
Jing Yingrong smiled slightly.
Grandma Li pushed open a door on the east side of the house. Behind the door was another slightly smaller room. The moment Grandma Li entered, the originally dark room suddenly lit up, and she saw an identical spring lantern placed in the corner of the room.
Jing Yingrong looked around the room. There is a low bed against the wall of the room. The bed is covered with brand-new bedding. Diagonally opposite is the mirror table, and there are furniture such as wooden cabinets next to it.
The furniture and furnishings in the room have shown signs of time, but still maintain a neat appearance.
"My wife passed away the year before last, and I live alone in the house. This room was once lived in by my daughter. I often clean it, thinking that if she comes back unexpectedly one day... Miss Jing, you can stay here tonight. "
Grandma Li closed the open window and said.
Jing Yingrong said "Okay" and then asked, "Where is your daughter?"
Grandma Li turned back to the main house, took some ingredients and went to the fire room at the back to prepare water for cooking.
"She went to practice with a monk."
Jing Yingrong: "Rogue cultivator?"
Grandma Li washed the dishes, thought about it for a while, and said, "It seems so. The monk said that he has no sect. In your words, he is just a casual cultivator."
Jing Yingrong: "Why don't you go to Taichu to observe?"
Grandma Li said "Oh" and said helplessly: "When she was ten years old, I took her to the Taichu Temple's disciple recruitment meeting, but she failed. She cried all the way back, and it took a long time to let go of the matter. She passed. Two years ago, the monk passed by here and happened to meet her and asked her if she would like to become his teacher and inherit his mantle. The girl happily agreed and told us later. We can't stop her. , I had to let her go."
Jing Yingrong: "Did she never come back later?"
Grandma Li shook her head and put the washed dishes on the chopping board: "No. Alas, the world of your monks is too dangerous. If you are not careful, you will lose your life. When I was young, I was timid and cherished my life, so I did not take this path. Road. After so many years, I have also thought about whether that girl is gone, but there is no news on this day, so I will miss her all day long, and I can’t let go of her. "
At this point, Grandma Li paused while chopping vegetables and said, "Miss Jing, after you practiced Taoism, did you see your parents when you went back?"
Jing Yingrong poked the white and tender tofu in the wooden basin and said, "I don't have parents."
Grandma Li was stunned for a moment, with a bit of embarrassment on her face. She wiped her hands with her loincloth helplessly: "I'm sorry, Miss Jing, I shouldn't have asked... Do you like sweet or salty food?"
"It doesn't matter. Everything is fine. Do I need to cut this one too?" Jing Yingrong pointed at the tofu and asked.
After getting a positive reply from Grandma Li, she swiped her finger and the tofu turned into a pile of small cubes.
Grandma Li: "That one needs to be cut into strips..."
Jing Yingrong: "..."
After eating, Jing Yingrong returned to the small room. She looked at the spectacle stand. Yun Luo flew up from her arms and floated over to cover the mirror above.
She pushed open the closed window and looked at the village embraced by the night. The soft light from the doors and windows of every house blended with the red lanterns outside, covering up the stars and moon in the sky. There were children running around and making noises outside, mixed with the chatter and laughter of adults, and the sounds of poultry and livestock such as chickens, ducks, cattle, and sheep, and occasionally a dog barking or two.
Gradually, people went home, and the light of the spring lanterns was extinguished one by one. The night finally returned to tranquility, and the whole village fell into a deep sleep.
Ji Jie Bi: "Compared with places where monks are the mainstay, it feels very different."
Jing Yingrong's eyes were quiet, as peaceful as the night, and she said softly, "Yes."
There was a hint of smile in Jijiebi's words: "It's quite fresh, otherwise -"
Jing Yingrong: "Stay a few more days."
"Haha, good, good. Do you want to wake up Sha and Yan?"
Jing Yingrong closed the window and got into the bed.
"We haven't reached the Sea of Death yet."
"That's what I thought too. Let them continue to sleep, haha."
…
Emperor Rong Clan.
The Di Rong clan is adjacent to the desert. Compared with the vast desert, this place is a completely different scenery.
The dark red river of lava flows meanderingly, and volcanoes stand above the earth. Some have been dead for thousands of years, and have grown precious spiritual plants surrounded by flames. From time to time, traces of monster beasts such as fire lizards and fire insects can be seen; some are erupting, with rumbling earthquakes, fiery red lava rising into the sky, and billowing black smoke covering the sky. Clouds cover the sun.
Among them, three volcanoes are the most eye-catching. One is completely translucent, and you can even vaguely see the golden liquid surging inside through the mountain; one is the tallest, like a pillar holding the sky, with layers of door openings built from top to bottom on the surface of the mountain; and the other is the most majestic. Huge, and what’s even more special is that the surface of this volcano is covered with dense vegetation. From the side, at first glance, it looks like an ordinary mountain.
If you look down from a high altitude, you will find that this largest volcanic crater is like a flat and vast continent, carrying countless buildings. The Di Rong clan lives here.
A stream of red flames passed through the continuous volcanoes and went straight to the habitat of the Emperor Rong tribe. Just when he was about to reach the large volcano, the river of magma flowing on the ground suddenly spurted out dozens of fire pillars, engulfing the flying red flames.
