After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 371 The old ancestor passed away and left his last wish!

Chen Yang was a little embarrassed and quickly returned the photo to Chen Anmin, "Grandfather, you fell asleep just now, I was afraid that this photo would fall into the brazier..."

reasonable.

Chen Anmin didn't say much. He held the photo in his hand. The firelight in the basin danced in his old eyes.

The turbid eyes confuse the years.

It can be seen that he is in a low mood.

Chen Yang said, "Grandfather, this photo shows..."

He didn't know whether he should ask or not, but he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"My son, Jingfan."

After a long time, Chen Anmin touched the blurry image on the photo and slowly uttered a word.

Chen Yang's eyes moved slightly when he heard this.

The ancestor’s son?

Although he had just guessed it, he was still a little surprised to get this answer from Chen Anmin.

Chen Yang didn't know much about this old grandfather. He only knew that he was his grandfather's fifth uncle, had no children and was single.

Now, how come another son appears?

He didn't dare to ask more questions, for fear of asking something he shouldn't ask and touching upon some unpleasant past in his heart, so he could only wait for him to speak.

"He is twelve years younger than your grandfather. He is also a snake, a winter snake, a lazy snake..."

Chen Anmin opened up and when he talked about his son, his face, which was carved with countless dents by the years, was filled with smiles.

But gradually, the smile faded, and was replaced by deep sadness.

"Unfortunately, he didn't have as good a life as your grandfather. He died before he was even two years old..."

Chen Anmin sighed.

Although time can dilute everything, memories will deepen the scars. Although sixty years have passed, every time I think back, my heart still hurts somewhere.

Chen Yang didn't know what to say.

Let him mourn. It's been so many years, why is there any need for him to mourn?

"If he were still alive, he would have grandchildren now, right? I would be a great grandfather too."

His eyes were shining, full of longing.

He seemed to see another world, in which his son was still alive, and his son had a son, and his son's son also had a son.

……

Chen Yang sat with him for a long time, listening to his occasional whispers and sighs, chattering away.

Most of the time, he was reminiscing about the past.

There were many things to tell Chen Yang, but Chen Yang could feel that he was deliberately avoiding something.

He didn't speak on his own initiative, and Chen Yang didn't dare to ask directly.

It was not until the evening that Chen Yang helped him cook dinner. After dinner, he chatted with him for a while before preparing to leave.

He was still sitting in the chair in front of the stove, warming himself by the fire.

"Xiaoyang, promise me one thing."

When Chen Yang was about to go out, Chen Anmin suddenly spoke.

"Grandfather, you say."

Chen Yang turned around and looked at Chen Anmin.

Chen Anmin stared at the bonfire in front of him, not looking at him, "If, if you meet him, bring him to see me."

"he?"

Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Grandpa, who are you talking about?"

Chen Anmin shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, I'm sorry, it's getting late, go back to sleep."

……

Chen Yang was stunned.

What's wrong with you, Grandpa? Why is he talking so nonsense?
Outside the house, Chen Yang shuddered all over.

After being by the fire for too long, I start to shiver when the cold wind blows, and I have a vague bad feeling in my heart.

He took out his cell phone and called his grandfather.

His intuition told him that the old man might not have much time left.

When do people like to reminisce about the past the most?
At the end of life.

It is said that when a person dies, scenes from the past will flash through his mind like a revolving lantern, eventually putting an end to his life.

I’m afraid my grandfather won’t survive this winter.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yang took a deep breath, the cool breeze entered his throat, and his heart felt chilled.

I hope my feeling is wrong.

……

-

The next day, early in the morning.

Chen Yang called Huang Can over to help clean up the house.

I also invited Aunt Liu from next door to come over and help cook lunch for the whole afternoon.

Recently, he has been alone at home, living a day-to-day life. He doesn't know how long it has been since he did a thorough cleaning, and many things are placed in a messy manner.

After a phone call last night, the old man said he would be back today.

Chen Anmin is Chen Jingzhi's fifth uncle, the only living elder in the world and the closest blood relative to him besides his descendants. There is no way he would not come back after Chen Yang called him.

The two of them worked for the whole morning, cleaning the house inside and out. While the sun was out and the temperature had risen a little, they took off the sofa covers and washed them.

I called in the morning and found out that Dad would be back with Grandpa, so there was no need for Chen Yang to drive to pick them up.

It's almost twelve o'clock. Transportation is convenient now. It only takes more than two hours to drive back from the provincial capital.

I guess grandpa and the others should be here soon.

After Liu Lao prepared lunch, Chen Yang prepared to pick up Chen Anmin to have lunch together.

……

Chen Anmin's home is by the pond.

When Chen Yang arrived, Chen Anmin was sitting on a bamboo chair in the yard, basking in the sun.

He was wearing the new clothes that Chen Yang bought for him yesterday. His beard was clean-shaven. The sunlight was shining on his face. His eyes were slightly closed and he looked peaceful.

"Grandpa, my grandpa and his friends are almost here. Let's go have lunch..."

He had come over in the morning and told Chen Anmin that his grandfather would be back today and asked him not to make lunch by himself.

Chen Anmin didn't move.

"Grandfather?"

Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked over and gently pushed his shoulder.

Still no response.

Chen Yang touched Chen Anmin's breath with trembling hands.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

Chen Anmin was almost unable to breathe.

He quickly touched Chen Anmin's neck again. His body was still slightly hot, but his pulse was barely detectable.

"Grandfather!"

Chen Yang shouted hurriedly.

Rescue quickly!

He pressed his right hand on the Baihui point on the top of Chen Anmin's head, and his internal energy quickly poured down.

The internal energy surged into Chen Anmin's withered body, traveling through his blocked meridians, stimulating his blood circulation and causing his almost stopped heart to quickly resume beating.

In the sunlight, the pale and haggard face regained some color.

"Xiao Yang is here?"

Chen Anmin slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at Chen Yang in front of him, feeling the energy that he was pouring into his body, a hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Don't waste your energy, it's useless..."

Chen Yang's forehead was covered with sweat. With his internal energy surging down, he didn't dare to relax at all.

He now understood why those who practice cultivation would lose their spiritual power when they were dying.

This body has reached the end of its lifespan, and its meridians are riddled with holes, so it cannot store any energy at all. After Chen Yang pours his internal energy into it, it will soon leak out and dissipate.

This is like a broken jar. You are pouring water into it, but it is leaking at the same time.

He had to increase the infusion of internal energy so that the speed of water release could be greater than the speed of water leakage, so as to maintain the blood circulation in his body and force him to stay.

However, the longer he stayed, the more and larger the loopholes would become, and the greater the consumption of Chen Yang's internal energy would be.

The situation is getting worse.

While channeling his internal energy, he took out his cell phone and called his grandfather.

……

"Xiaoyang, tell your grandfather to bury me at the Yakou Rock on Zongshupo after I die..."

"Grandpa, please don't say anything. My grandpa and his friends will be here soon. If you have anything to say, just tell them yourself."

……

Chen Yang was in no mood to listen to what he said. He quickly chewed a few Qi-replenishing pills and transferred his internal energy into Chen Anmin's body as if it was free.

"Xiaoyang, you are a good boy."

"When you encounter something in the future, make a decisive decision. Don't be like your great grandfather, who was indecisive and hurt yourself and future generations..."

"Alas, this life is too hard. I won't come back in the next life."

……

——“Bang, bang, bang…”

At 1:12 p.m., the sound of firecrackers was heard near the pond.

The sound of the earth cannon was very loud and could be heard from far away.

In the rural areas of southern Sichuan, firecrackers are set off to see off an elderly person who passes away.

This cannon is also called the falling air cannon.

The cannon fires, signaling the ascension of the deceased, and also telling the neighbors that someone has passed away.

Chen Jingzhi finally rushed back to see Chen Anmin for the last time.

But it was a pity for Chen Yang. Relying on his internal strength, he managed to keep Chen Anmin for more than half an hour.

He didn't know how many drugs he had taken, but he finally understood how horrible and powerless it was to fight against the laws of nature with a mortal body.

Powerless and helpless.

You try your best to keep him, but the final result is extremely cruel and realistic. No matter how powerful your means are, you can't keep him.

in the room.

As soon as Chen Anmin passed away, his father Chen Guodong lit firecrackers in the yard, and his grandfather called several relatives to come and busy themselves with bathing Chen Anmin and changing his burial clothes.

Chen Yang was already exhausted and sat at the doorstep, gasping for breath.

At this moment, his heart was heavy and he had not yet recovered from the feeling of powerlessness.

death!

It was the first time that he had such an intuitive experience of these two words.

Although he had sent many people away before, those people were no different from pigs and dogs to him.

This time it's different, completely different.

He tried hard to keep the person, but in the end he was slapped in the eye by reality.

He was still young and didn't have much concept of life, but at this moment, he deeply understood why so many people longed for immortality.

Just like Qinzhou, he is seventy years old, but still struggling, longing for the day when he will have the good fortune to live longer.

Birth, aging, sickness and death are common to all human beings. In the face of the power of nature, human power is really too insignificant.

"call!"

He let out a long sigh, and the depression in his heart could not be expressed for a long time.

……

Ninety-one years old, happy funeral.

Chen Anmin is the only one with the character "An" in the Chen family lineage in the village, and he is the person with the highest seniority.

Many relatives from the village have already arrived.

However, most of them are outside the five generations of ancestors, so the blood ties are not that strong.

Chen Anmin had no descendants, and his closest blood relative was Chen Jingzhi.

Naturally, Chen Jingzhi was in charge of his funeral arrangements.

There were a lot of things to do, and Chen Yang had never experienced this before, so he could only follow orders.

He rested for a while and then was led by his father to go door to door in the village to invite people.

Invite clan members first, then neighbors.

According to the custom of the village, when they meet, they kneel down without saying a word.

When people see you kneeling, they will know what is going on without asking.

The old man himself called to notify some distant relatives and friends.

After all, only Chen Jingzhi knew what kind of relatives and friends the ancestor had.

Chen Yang didn't know how he spent the afternoon. After inviting everyone, he went to Huangjia Village and invited Huang Daolin over.

Huang Daolin is a professional in funeral ceremonies.

Whenever there is a funeral in this area, it is usually Huang Daolin who presides over it.

They have a dedicated team.

A group of old brothers came in the afternoon, playing musical instruments, singing, beating gongs and drums, and set up the stage.

In the main room, the coffin was placed on two benches. According to the village rules, the body had to be kept for three days before being taken to the mountain.

Chen Anming's birthplace had been built long ago, in a forest of Chinese toon trees not far from the ancestral hall.

Chen Yang's great-grandfather and great-grandmother are also buried there.

However, Chen Anming had a last wish, which was to be buried at the Yakou Rock on Zongshupo.

Although Chen Yang didn't know the reason, since he had this last wish, the younger generation would naturally have to abide by it.

In the evening, Chen Yang followed Huang Daolin up the mountain to reselect a cemetery for Chen Anming.

Grandpa had to keep vigil and dad had to greet the guests, so he was the only one who could do this.

……

Zongshupo is some distance away from the village, but three days is enough time to build a new grave.

Yakou Rock is a gap on the top of the palm slope, with a barren slope on one side and a cliff forty to fifty meters high on the other.

The land belongs to the village. Once the cemetery is selected, we have to go back to discuss it with the village.

However, Murakami should have no problem with this kind of thing.

What Chen Yang didn't quite understand was why Chen Anming wanted to be buried here.

Does this place have any special meaning to Chen Anming?
No one could give him an answer at this moment.

At the pass rock, the wind blows through the pass, making a whistling roar.

Although the sun was still out, the wind on the top of the mountain was still frighteningly wet and cold.

Huang Daolin was holding a compass in his hand, searching around on the barren slope.

Feng Shui is a profound subject, and Chen Yang didn't understand it, so he could only watch from the side.

The view from here is facing Shao'e Mountain, so the view is quite broad.

After passing the pass is the territory of Shao'e City. There are many thatched grasses growing on the edge of the cliff, swaying in the wind.

"Uncle, you are already in your seventies. Have you ever heard about our family's past?"

Chen Yang asked with some curiosity.

Logically speaking, Huang Daolin was also a person of that era. Huangjia Village and Jiapigou are adjacent villages and are not actually very far apart. People like his great-grandfather should have been famous at the time, so there was no reason for Huang Daolin not to be familiar with him.

"I've heard some, but I don't understand!"

Huang Daolin shook his head. "During that time, I was still learning skills at Erlang Temple. I returned to Huangjia Village before the incident at Erlang Temple. Not long after that, your great-grandfather passed away. So, we didn't have much interaction. We only met a few times..."

"Oh!"

Calculating the time, Huang Daolin seemed to be only in his twenties at that time, and he was indeed still studying law in Erlang Temple.

Huang Daolin walked towards him holding a compass. "Old Centipede told me something about you. You are quite courageous. You dare to cause any trouble. You even dare to provoke the Qingshen Sect..."

Although the words are accusatory, the tone is not accusatory.

Chen Yang smiled bitterly, "Uncle, I have no intention of provoking the Qingshen Sect, but Duan Qiuping is one of the Six Friends of Longtan. If I cause trouble for the Ding family, it will inevitably involve this person..."

"Ugh!"

Huang Daolin sighed, "God is blind. He actually allowed such a person to break through to the realm of creation..."

What a genius he is, Huang Daolin?

He had mastered the essence of Buddhism, Taoism and witchcraft, and had studied heaven and earth, and had practiced in seclusion for decades, but he still could not take that step.

As for Duan Qiuping, maybe she just had a good background.

When she was young, she did all kinds of bad things and was hated by everyone. Her crimes were too numerous to list. It is really sad that such a person could meet such a good fortune.

Chen Yang asked, "Has Uncle ever fought against a Creation Realm cultivator?"

He was very curious about Huang Daolin's strength. Although he had not reached the Creation Realm, the combat power he displayed was no longer comparable to that of ordinary spiritual realms.

If Huang Daolin could fight against someone in the Creation Realm, then it seemed that he wouldn't need to be afraid of Duan Qiuping, who had just entered the Creation Realm.

It is possible that he and Huang Daolin could work together to take down Duan Qiuping.

Huang Daolin heard this and gave a bitter smile, "We did fight, but the other party didn't even show up, and they just pinned me to the ground and rubbed me..."

"Oh?"

Chen Yang was a little surprised when he heard this, "With whom?"

With Huang Daolin's strength, he was pinned to the ground and the opponent hasn't even shown up yet?

This sounds somewhat incredible.

Huang Daolin said, "You have also seen the Old Coffin Mountain and the existence in the coffin!"

"It's him?"

Chen Yang was speechless. Although he had never seen the being in the coffin take action, he could feel his power.

He believed what Huang Daolin said.

"Uncle, who is in that coffin?" Chen Yang couldn't help but be curious.

Huang Daolin shook his head. "If you ask me, I don't know. I have known him for quite some years, but he has never revealed his name. I only know that he is very powerful and has taught me how to practice. His realm may not be far from the Dao Realm. He is reluctant to come out of the coffin, so he must be trying to reach the Dao Realm..."

"Dao Zhen Realm?"

Chen Yang was a little surprised. That was a realm above the Creation Realm. Was the existence in the coffin so powerful?

"When the three flowers gather at the top of your head, you will gain good fortune. When the golden elixir grows, you will become the true Dao. The road of cultivation is endless. You will be able to turn disasters into heaven and ascend to heaven!"

Huang Daolin sighed, "The road of cultivation is full of ups and downs, just like sailing against the current, every step is very difficult, and there are insurmountable gaps between each realm. Don't think that I am in the spiritual realm and it seems difficult to meet an opponent, but when I meet the realm of creation..."

Having said that, he shook his head, feeling powerless.

It was already very difficult for him to deal with a Spider King in the Fate Realm that day. Even if he relied on his own strength, the probability of taking down the Spider King could be said to be extremely low.

Not to mention that the opponent is a true human cultivator in the realm of creation?

Chen Yang said, "Uncle, what should I do now? That woman will find me sooner or later!"

……

(End of this chapter)