122, Legend

Home?

Maybe for these old ghosts of hundreds of years, this is already their home. Whether it is a hundred years or decades of life, for an old ghost who has lived for hundreds of years, it is really the most distant memory.

I followed a few old people to the so-called village they said.

I really feel that these people are crazy. They have lived in such a remote place for hundreds of years. And I haven't gone crazy yet... Niang Xipi, how on earth did these people survive? No wonder there were people who had come before, but they all left later. Even for that illusory legend, I will leave here crazily.

I don't think I can stand the loneliness here.

Ghosts living in the underworld also need to eat. Of course, the so-called burning of incense in the world will never really fall into the hands of relatives. The separation of yin and yang is not only the barrier between life and death in the traditional sense, but also the separation between yin and yang.

Of course, this is another way to say about tomb feng shui, which is a kind of feng shui to protect the continuation of the fate of the body in the tomb.

"There is a house that has been abandoned for a long time. Young people, you can sort it out and live here. This is not a good time to farm, so we old men will even out some food for you. You can dig some wild vegetables around the village and survive this year.

"Okay." I can only promise this for the time being. But in fact, I don't believe that there is no way to find the secrets in this village except these old men.

I believe that my appearance will never be so random!

Or the previous two speculations, no matter which one will let me go so easily!

Since I have such a plan, the only thing I can do now is to comply or simply do something before that, and try to take the initiative in my own hands.

When several old people sighed and returned to their own thatched huts, I slipped out on tiptoe.

Along the way, I walked around the whole village and found nothing.

I just went to the ancestral hall in the so-called village center.

There is a underworld stone monument.

Speaking of the underworld, I have to talk about the magic of the Creator. It is said that this underworld is not created by the power who created the underworld, but was born. As long as you enter the underworld, you can do it without a teacher.

So, whether it's the living or the dead!

As long as you come in, the world will reflect the underworld in your mind and become a word as familiar as your mother tongue.

There are more than 100 words on this stone tablet, more or less.

It is just to say that we should open up the underworld and set up ten states, thousands of counties and 120,000 villages. And this village is one of the 120,000 villages.

Behind the stone tablet is also a miniature map of ten states, thousands of counties and 120,000 villages. The dense 120,000 points are 120,000 villages, and only one is shining with red light.

I guess this should be the village where I am in. Unfortunately, there is no complete map showing the specific environmental characteristics of the village.

I can see this, but my heart is also 'clucked', so many villages? So many counties? How old is this underworld?

I couldn't find what I was looking for here, so I had no choice but to turn back to the room.

The five days here are a day outside! Well, I have a maximum of 25 days, that is, nearly a month, to explore the secrets here.

But how can I gain the trust of those old people in such a short time?

Obviously, I can't make them trust me completely. I believe that trust between people can be achieved through a combination of time and events.

What I just lack is these things.

I'm a little helpless and a little unwilling. If it really doesn't work, do I use violence?

Thinking of this, I quickly suppressed such an idea. Anyway, someone died once and stayed here for hundreds of years just to be reincarnated as soon as possible. It's not advisable for me to do this against my heart!

After thinking about it, I decided to take a risk.

Since I can't hurt these old people, I will hurt myself!

When I made up my mind, I knocked on the door of the old man.

"Who is it?" The old man asked inside.

"It's me, old man. My name is Yang Guang. Can I come in?" I said.

The old man coughed twice, and I seemed to hear a sigh: "Come in."

I opened the door and saw the old man lying on **. I don't know what he was thinking.

He turned his head and looked at me with a wry smile and said, "Young man, aren't you going to stay here?"

I walked to the old man, sat cross-legged on the ground, and asked, "Sir, I'll ask two questions."

"Ask."

"The first question, you should be reincarnated in decades. Do you really think I can live here alone for decades? One person!"

The old man shook his head: "No!" I answered such a question with great certainty.

I smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, I can't!"

The old man said, "However, you can live here for at least a few decades. When we are really reincarnated, we will naturally give you the secret. If you still want to go out at that time, I won't stop you. We are for your own good. It's too dangerous there. You just came here from the world and haven't enjoyed 500 years of life. If you die again this time, you will really die.

I shook my head and said, "You are wrong. If I stay here with you for decades, I will be slack, lazy, escape and be cowardly. At that time, maybe I will live here alone for hundreds of years like you! Do you think it's suitable for me? I'm a young man. Is it worth living alone compared with death?

"But maybe there will be someone else in the future, and you won't be alone forever." The old man sat up and looked at me and said.

I retorted, "Then how long did you wait for me? When was the last one?"

My words made the old man stop talking and sighed deeply. He said to me, "You ask me the second question."

"Good!" I pinched my throat and coughed and asked, "My second question is, if you are sure that I can't survive so long alone, just tell me the secret." Otherwise, even if you don't tell me, I will embark on a journey to find a way out tomorrow. Even if I am buried in the surrounding mountains and rivers, it is better than living alone for hundreds of years. If you can tell me the legend, or the way out, I may succeed.

......

The old man paused for a long time, and finally nodded and said, "Go ahead, they all gather to the ancestral hall. Maybe you will be the last person to hear this legend.

I was overjoyed, nodded, got up and went outside to call people.

When the six old men were all together in the ancestral hall, the leading old man cleared his throat and said, "Brothers, I have decided to tell the legend to Yang Guang."

"No way!"

"No!"

Several old people said loudly, and more directly scolded, "You old fool, you are going to kill this child!"

"It's all quiet! Listen to me!" The old man shouted loudly.

Several old people immediately stopped arguing and looked at the old man.

The old man sighed and said, "Just now, Yang Guang has said everything he can say. Maybe we think it's a good thing for him. It's really a very selfish thing. This child should have his own choice, Yang Guang, please say what you just said to the old man again.

Several old people locked their eyes on me again. I smiled and said, "Okay, just ask you old people with those two questions just now."

At this moment, I asked the question just now.

Let them think for themselves whether they are helping me or harming me.

This time, the time was more silent. Several old people lived together for too long, and their minds were actually very close.

As I expected, several old people sighed at the same time and said, "That's it, that's it. Brother, you just said that legend."

"Okay, then I'll say..."

I immediately made a respectful move. This is my only clue. I can't miss every word and every sentence.

The old man's voice was slow, perhaps for too long. This legend came out of his mouth and was full of mysterious colors. However, since this is the underworld, no one will deny its existence no matter how mysterious it is.

The legend is like this...

A long time ago, there were thirteen top gods in the underworld, and each god had the great power, magic power and great power.

Everyone can move mountains and seas.

It's time. There is no such thing as ten states and thousands of counties. This underworld is directly under the jurisdiction of the thirteen gods.

It was not until one day that the whole underworld began to be turbulent, full of killing and war.

It is said that the gods met a powerful enemy, and it was the enemy who invaded here.

Among them, the two most powerful gods were framed and scattered. But it was these two great gods who exchanged death for another peace.

It seems that such a legend is not much different from Pangu's pioneering world in the living world.

But in fact, the following legends are the focus of my attention.

The old man then said to me...

Later, ten of the remaining eleven gods opened up ten states. Only one god thought that the two strongest gods would not die so easily and would definitely come back. He firmly believes that as the strongest two gods, he must have left behind.

But this god knows that the death of the strongest two people will make the ambitious people in the thirteen gods no longer be the same as before. So he used his power to preach the news that the two gods were not dead in the underworld, saying that the gods were seriously injured and would return to hell one day.

Other gods didn't pay much attention to this statement at first, but after a long time, they found that the people of the underworld could not completely forget it under their rule.