I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 167 Funerals and Weddings

Feng Yaqin and Qi Shaowei's expressions gradually became solemn. No matter how they wandered around, they could not get around the strange Feng Village in front of them.

During this period, Qi Shaowei tried to fly with the sword many times, but the sword light was repeatedly suppressed by an invisible force, as if this place had been blocked by some invisible force and the flying sword could not break free from the constraints of the ground.

The current situation is not as simple as a simple maze formation.

Qi Shaowei had a gloomy face. As a master of formations among the younger generation of Longhu Mountain, even if his cultivation had not yet reached perfection, it was impossible for him to be repeatedly trapped in a simple maze without knowing anything.

What's more, it is not something that ordinary people can set up to suppress flying artifacts and divine thoughts in such a vast area.

The village in front of them felt like a living thing, as if it had its own will, moving around, shuttling back and forth, constantly blocking their way!
The curling smoke drifted gently in the breeze, seemingly ordinary, but it revealed an indescribable silence.

The tranquility in the air does not seem to belong to the human world. It is more like a ghostly presence, lurking in the depths of the night, waiting for the opportunity to hunt.

"My two immortals, it's dark now, what should we do?"

Min Boyang looked anxious and asked cautiously.

Feng Yaqin pondered for a while, and finally made a decision:

"You guys wait outside, I'll go in and check the situation. If I don't come back within an hour, don't worry about me, immediately follow Senior Brother Qi to find another way out, or just wait here."

Upon hearing this, Qi Shaowei immediately showed an obligatory look and said in a firm tone:

"Junior sister, it's too dangerous for you to explore the way alone. Let's go in together, or we can look for other ways out."

Feng Yaqin shook her head and said firmly:
"It's already dark, and this place is so strange that our divine sense can't detect too far. If we delay any longer, we will soon be completely trapped in the dense forest. This village is so strange that it always blocks our way. Someone has to go and explore the way.

"As for my safety, you don't have to worry. Before I left, my master left me a 'Golden Light of Escape' talisman. If I really encounter any danger, I can travel through the spirit world and return directly to Longhu Mountain. Then the master will send someone to deal with it."

Qi Shaowei was slightly stunned, then he remembered that Feng Yaqin's master Meng Jianfang was a master of talisman making. She carried a life-saving talisman and had the confidence to go alone to explore the way.

As long as Feng Yaqin can escape and return to the mountain, and ask the elders of the sect for help, no matter how strange the evil spirit is, it will be easy to deal with it.

So Qi Shaowei breathed a sigh of relief and acted like a senior brother, admonishing:

"In that case, Junior Sister Feng, please be careful!"

Feng Yaqin nodded and was about to turn around and leave when she suddenly heard a voice behind her saying:
"Master, I'll go in with you so I can take care of you."

She glanced sideways and saw her disciple Gao Renan walking towards her with a smile on his face. He looked calm, as if the strange Fengcun in front of him did not bring him any pressure at all.

Feng Yaqin smiled slightly:
"Ren'an, I am very happy that you are so filial. But Feng Village may be very dangerous. Your cultivation is still shallow, so I cannot spare the time to take care of you. You should stay outside with your Uncle Qi and wait."

She paused, pondered for a moment, then took out two jade slips from her bosom and handed them to Li Qingyun, her tone gentle but with a hint of determination:

"I was reckless to bring you out this time. I have two jade slips here, one is the foundation-building method of Longhu Mountain and the other is my experience and notes on refining external pills over the years. I will pass them on to you now, so that if something happens to me, I won't lose my legacy."

After saying this, without waiting for her apprentice to respond, Feng Yaqin turned around, her clothes fluttering like a fairy and her body as light as smoke. She disappeared at the dim village entrance and stepped into the unknown abyss alone.

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Everyone watched Feng Yaqin enter Feng Village. Just as their uneasy mood calmed down a little, they saw her figure slowly walking out of the village entrance. Her movements were as elegant as usual. She waved at them gently, indicating that they could enter.

Qi Shaowei sensed it and confirmed that the true Qi fluctuations and Nascent Soul aura emanating from his junior sister were correct, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around and warned Li Qingyun and the other cultivators, "Junior Sister Feng has come out. It should be safe ahead. Everyone follow carefully, stay alert, and don't be careless."

After he finished speaking, he took the lead and led everyone in.

The mottled stone tablet at the entrance of the village still stands there, and the rough stone surface is covered with moss, as if it has been eroded by countless years in this place unaffected by time.

Every person who stepped into the village felt as if their footsteps were gently pulled by some invisible force, as if they were passing through a thick wall of air. The indescribable sense of weirdness became stronger...

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At this time, Feng Yaqin had just stepped into the village. The moment she stepped into the village entrance, a cold wind blew quietly, as if an invisible hand gently stroked her back.

The chill instantly spread throughout her body, she shivered unconsciously, and an indescribable feeling of tension rose in her heart.

Feng Yaqin looked around and immediately realized that this place seemed to be completely isolated from the outside world, as if she had entered an independent space.

It was clearly night falling outside and darkness was shrouding the village, but in this village, the afterglow of the setting sun was still slanting down, dyeing the entire village with orange-red light.

What was even more bizarre was that the peaceful scenes she had seen from outside, with children playing, cats and dogs fighting, and chickens and ducks foraging for food, disappeared without a trace the moment she stepped into the village entrance, as if they had never existed.

All this was like a mirage, disappearing before her eyes in an instant.

The scene before my eyes had completely changed. There was an invisible sense of oppression in the air. The depressing atmosphere was like a huge net, covering every corner of the village.

The doors and windows of the houses along the roadside were closed, with white paper flowers hanging on the window frames. The paper flowers fluttered gently in the wind, bringing with them an inexplicable sense of sadness and grief.

Several villagers were walking in a hurry, wearing linen clothes and hemp ropes around their waists, and it was obvious that they had just attended a funeral.

Their expressions were solemn and heavy, as if every breath of air in this village was filled with unspeakable sorrow.

Feng Yaqin paused slightly, the more she walked, the more weird she felt.

The gray-brown smoke from cooking seemed to be bound by some damp and cold force, unable to rise. Instead, it crawled low on the ground, like a silent vengeful spirit wandering in every corner of the village.

The whole village was shrouded in a stillness that seemed unreachable even by time.

The smoke from cooking, the paper flowers, the figures of the villagers, everything exudes an indescribable weirdness and ominousness.

The air was so heavy that it seemed to suppress all sounds in the ears. It was quiet yet oppressive, like the silence before a heavy rain that had not yet fallen. Feng Yaqin stood at the core of this silence, feeling a growing chill all over her body, as if she would be swallowed up by this village at any time.

She calmed herself down, her mind gradually alerted, and she looked ahead with all her might. She saw several winding paths twisting in the dim sunset, as if there was no end.

Those paths spread out like a maze, seemingly luring people towards the unknown, harbouring dangers and seemingly retaining the last glimmer of hope, but no one knows which one is the way to life out of the village.

Feeling more and more uneasy, Feng Yaqin took a deep breath, mustered up her courage and walked towards a villager who was passing by, stretched out her hand to stop him: "Excuse me...which way ahead is the way to leave Feng Village?"

The villager had a blank expression, a white cloth wrapped around his head and a hemp rope tied around his waist, as if he had just walked out of a funeral.

His face was gray and his eyes were empty. He slowly turned his head to look at Feng Yaqin, and his voice was so low that it seemed to come from underground:
"There is a rule in the village that no one can leave Feng Village after dusk. Otherwise... the whole village will be cursed with the most terrible curse."

Feng Yaqin's heart suddenly tightened, and she felt a chill creeping up her spine. Her palms were slightly sweaty, but she remained calm and showed a gentle smile:

"It's just dusk now. Uncle, could you please show me a way?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the villager's expression suddenly changed dramatically. His wooden face suddenly twisted rapidly, revealing an undisguised ferocity. His eyes were stretched very long, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed a creepy malice.

The seemingly quiet village around seemed to have changed at this moment - the villagers who were originally walking in a hurry all stopped at this moment, turned their heads, and stared at Feng Yaqin, with strong hostility and murderous intent in their eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly became dead silent, and the sense of oppression from all around surged like a tide. Feng Yaqin felt awed in her heart, and quickly adjusted her tone, saying:

"In that case, uncle, can you stay in the village for one night and leave tomorrow?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the villagers who had been staring at her like hungry wolves suddenly became calm as if a switch was pressed, as if nothing had happened.

As the sense of being stared at disappeared, Feng Yaqin saw that the villagers returned to their previous straight-looking appearance and continued to walk hurriedly through the village. The suffocating feeling in the air eased a little, as if the murderous intent just now was just an illusion.

The villager wearing a white cloth nodded expressionlessly and said in a low voice:
"Yes, but there will be a funeral in the village tomorrow. You are outsiders, so please stay and attend as a courtesy."

Feng Yaqin's eyes narrowed slightly, and just as she was about to refuse, she suddenly felt something was wrong:

"you?"

Immediately afterwards, she suddenly felt something strange behind her and immediately turned around to look. She saw that Qi Shaowei and more than twenty independent cultivators had actually entered the village and were standing not far away, looking at her quietly.

Feng Yaqin immediately felt that something was wrong and asked quickly:

"Why did you come into the village? Didn't I tell you to wait for news from me outside?"

Qi Shaowei looked at Feng Yaqin with confusion and said:

"Didn't you, Junior Sister Feng, wave at the entrance of the village and let us in?"

As soon as the words came out, it was as if a bolt of lightning exploded in Qi Shaowei's mind!

He suddenly came to his senses!
It turns out that the Junior Sister Feng who waved to them just now was actually a fake?
But what about the genuine Five Thunder Qi of the Zhengyi Sect and the familiar Nascent Soul aura on the other party?

This kind of detail...is simply inexplicable.

When Feng Yaqin heard this, her face became even more heavy, and the chill in her heart gradually spread throughout her body.

The weirdness of this village was far beyond her imagination.

If she was alone, with the protection of her master's golden talisman, she would be able to escape safely. But now she was with Gao Ren'an, the disciple, and the responsibility was far beyond her ability.

She had just thought of her apprentice in her mind, and suddenly looked carefully, but did not find Gao Renan.

Feng Yaqin froze, her breathing stagnated for half a second, and her voice suddenly became cold:
"Where is Gao Ren'an...where did he go?"

When the wandering cultivators around heard Feng Yaqin's words, they were all shocked at once, as if a chill went straight to their hearts and spread throughout their bodies in an instant, and everyone couldn't help but shiver.

Qi Shaowei was the first to come back to his senses, his face gloomy, "He...he's gone?"

Everyone quietly began to count the number of people around them, looking anxiously at each other, and soon, cold sweat quietly slid down their foreheads - everyone was there, except Gao Renan.

He just disappeared without any warning, as if he was wiped out silently from the air.
"Maybe...he didn't enter the village?"

Qi Shaowei frowned, his tone hinting at uneasiness.

Min Boyang took a step forward, his face filled with fear, and his tone hurried:

"No, Immortal, I saw him come in with my own eyes... He was the second person to enter this village after you."

The other casual cultivators also nodded, agreeing with Min Boyang's statement, with panic in their eyes.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze. The sound of the wind and the howls of unknown animals in the distance echoed in the village. The smoke from the cooking fires around had become thinner and was surrounded by more and more shadows.

In those low and dilapidated houses, there seemed to be pairs of silent, prying eyes, closely watching this group of outsiders.

Everyone had a lingering premonition, as if the shadow of death was quietly approaching, waiting to take away the next life.

Feng Yaqin bit her lips tightly, not hiding her anxious look, and her face turned slightly pale:
"Gao Ren'an hasn't established his foundation yet... If he is really trapped in this strange place, he must be in great danger... We must find him as soon as possible!"

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Li Qingyun followed Qi Shaowei and stepped into Feng Village.

The moment he stepped over the village entrance, his eyes blurred and the scene around him suddenly changed.

He found himself in a bustling village, the streets crowded with people and filled with laughter.

However, strangely, all the companions who had followed him disappeared!

This village was exactly the same as what he had just seen outside - the villagers coming and going were all in high spirits, every household was decorated with lights and big red lanterns hung in front of the doors, making it look particularly festive.

On the streets, groups of children were laughing and playing, running in the streets and alleys. From time to time, someone would throw a handful of colorful candies from the window, causing the children to cheer and rush to grab them.

There was a sweet fragrance in the air, as if a grand celebration was about to take place.

Li Qingyun frowned, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually deepened. The overly cheerful atmosphere formed a strong contrast with the weird darkness outside the village, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He instinctively felt that everything around him was like an elaborate dream, or even some kind of trap.

Thinking of this, he immediately activated the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong and looked around with the "Fire Eyes and Golden Pupils" method. His eyes swept over the streets, houses and the villagers passing by inch by inch like an eagle.

Surprisingly, despite the strange atmosphere here, he didn't notice anything unusual.

These villagers were all ordinary mortals with no cultivation, and there were no traces of formations on the surrounding houses. The entire village was eerily quiet, without even a trace of spiritual energy fluctuations.

However, it was this calmness that made Li Qingyun even more alert - it was the most abnormal thing that such a strange scene happened in a mortal village.

Just as he was thinking about how to respond, he suddenly noticed an old woman leaning against the door frame of her house not far away, leisurely cracking melon seeds and watching the children fighting and playing with a leisurely look.

The old woman's face was full of wrinkles and deep furrows, but she looked energetic. Her hair was jet-black, and a bright red camellia was inserted in her hair, which was particularly eye-catching.

Li Qingyun decided to test it out, so he walked over quickly and asked politely:
"Ma'am, have you seen a group of strangers? I went into the village with them, but now I can't find them."

The old woman slowly raised her eyes, a hint of obscure light flashed in her eyes, but she still had a smile on her face. She looked at Li Qingyun with a smile, her voice soft and low:
"Young Master, they may have gone to another family. Don't worry. We are going to hold a big wedding in Feng Village tomorrow. Since you are here, why not stay and have a drink at the wedding.

"Don't worry, if the person you are looking for is still in the village, you will definitely see him tomorrow..."

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(End of this chapter)