Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

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Before entering the village, the first thing that catches the eye is a large semi-circular pond, but unfortunately it has been abandoned for too long and is overgrown with weeds and duckweed.

Of course, these things didn't attract much attention, since it was just an ordinary pond.

What truly caught everyone's attention, however, was a Mercedes-Benz G-Class parked by the pond, under the large willow tree at the village entrance.

"People still come to this godforsaken place? Are there still people in the village?" Old Chen asked, somewhat surprised.

"There's no one here. They're probably fishing," Pei Yousheng said.

"You came here to fish?" Pei Changming was surprised by his son's statement.

Pei Yousheng didn't explain, he just chuckled, because he remembered a joke that fishermen would spawn anywhere there was water.

So don't be surprised to see anglers anywhere.

Shen Qingzhou remained silent, her gaze fixed on the village the entire time.

Dingjia Village was eerily quiet, filled with abandoned Hui-style old houses, their walls collapsed and beams askew, creating a desolate scene.

However, one can still discern the magnificent scene of carved beams, painted rafters, and flying eaves from these broken walls and ruins.

Dingjia Village must have been very wealthy in the past; I don't know why it's fallen into such a dilapidated state now.

Old Chen drove his car to the big willow tree at the entrance of the village and stopped right next to the Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

After everyone got out of the car, Old Man Chen covered his forehead with his hand and peered through the window of the G-Class a few times.

"Huh? It's a woman who came. Is she from Dingjia Village?" Old Man Chen said.

"How do you know it's a woman?" Shen Qingzhou asked curiously.

"Because there's a woman's coat here," Old Chen said.

Damn, I thought he had some brilliant insight.

Shen Qingzhou ignored him and turned to Pei Changming and his son, saying, "Let's go, let's go into the village."

"Just... just go in like this?" Pei Yousheng asked nervously.

You have a point.

Shen Qingzhou walked to the big willow tree, flicked his wrist, and three incense sticks appeared in his hand. He lit the incense, stuck them in the crack of the brick in front of the tree, made a hand seal, and chanted: "With sincere devotion, I invite the local earth god, the true official of the village, the village god, the spirit official of the willow mansion..."

As Shen Qingzhou chanted, the incense that had been scattered everywhere suddenly gathered together, forming a straight line that did not disperse. Then, like a dragon, it meandered upwards along the trunk of the willow tree.

This bizarre scene left the three people behind them speechless.

Shen Qingzhou patted the tree trunk and said, "I'll offer incense to you after the four of us get out safely."

The willow branches swayed in the breeze, as if responding to Shen Qingzhou's words.

"There really is a Willow Goddess?" Old Man Chen exclaimed in surprise.

"All things have a spirit, and this willow tree is probably a hundred years old. Perhaps Dingjia Village didn't even exist at this time," Shen Qingzhou said.

Shen Qingzhou bent down, picked up a few fallen willow leaves, and put them in her pocket.

The three of them said nothing more, but respectfully bowed to the willow tree several times before following Shen Qingzhou into the village.

To be honest, after bowing to the willow tree at the village entrance, they seemed to feel much more at ease and their previous anxiety had subsided.

As the three entered the village, they saw that the bluestone slabs were overgrown with weeds, the uneven gable walls were covered with moss, the black tiles were tilted and bent by the weeds, and the broken tiles were piled up into small hills along the base of the walls.

Wild grass, growing to waist height, covered the corner of the wall, while ivy, like a hand, clung tightly to the mottled wall.

"You're really brave to come to a place like this all by yourself."

Old Chen, who was walking at the back, whispered to Pei Yousheng.

Pei Changming, who was walking beside him, glared at his son and also felt that he was too bold and reckless.

Pei Yousheng shrank back without making a defense. In fact, besides taking some old items from the house to sell as antiques, he also filmed some village exploration videos. Unfortunately, they were never very popular, and he stopped updating them altogether after the incident.

Hearing them whispering behind her, Shen Qingzhou turned around and said to Pei Yousheng, "Where is the house you went to earlier? Lead the way."

"I'll do it... I'll do it."

Pei Changming had brought people here before, so he knew the place.

The entire village is built on a slope, with houses scattered from bottom to top and connected to each other.

The village has only one narrow bluestone alley, which is secluded and quiet, and is a typical Hui-style village layout.

If someone doesn't lead the way, it's really easy to get lost in these winding alleyways.

"I invited a few monks to come and see this place before, and they even performed a ritual, so I'm quite familiar with it," Pei Changming, who was walking in front, introduced.

He wouldn't have come to this place if it weren't for his son. Even without all that filth, the environment is still creepy.

"This village is strange in every way. On my way here, I could hear cicadas chirping and birds singing, but here, there is not a sound at all."

Old Chen, as expected of a descendant of the spirit craftsman, was the first to notice this.

However, Shen Qingzhou was more interested in the leather bag that he always carried under his arm.

Moreover, this house was much smaller than the large houses we had encountered along the way.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the altar in front of the gate, which had been exposed to the wind and sun and was mostly collapsed. It must have been set up by the masters that Pei Changming had invited before.

The four people stood in front of the altar, but did not rush to go in.

Shen Qingzhou carefully examined the house in front of him, while the three people behind him held their breath and dared not make a sound.

After turning his gaze away, he asked Pei Yousheng, "Did you take anything from this house?"

"Yes, there is a padlock, a few copper coins, and a mirror," Pei Yousheng said.

"You sold everything?"

"No, apart from the copper coins being mixed in with the others and indistinguishable, the lock and mirror were already returned to me by the masters we invited last time," Pei Yousheng said.

Shen Qingzhou nodded, took out the willow leaves he had picked up earlier from his pocket, gave one to each of the three, and instructed them, "Wait for me here, I'll go in and take a look."

Without waiting for the three to speak, he stepped over the half-collapsed door and into the overgrown courtyard.

The three looked at the willow leaves in their hands and exchanged bewildered glances.

"What...what does it mean that he gave me a willow leaf? Does it have protective properties?" Old Chen asked, puzzled.

Pei Changming said, "Why bother with so much? The master must have his reasons for doing this."

Pei Yousheng nodded repeatedly, agreeing with his father's statement, and carefully put the willow leaves away.

Old Chen looked around, somewhat puzzled, and said, "Why haven't we seen anyone from that car at the village entrance along the way?"

He had barely finished speaking when a loud crash came from the north of the village, as if a wall had collapsed, followed by screams, shouts, and the barking of mad dogs.

The three looked at each other, but remained standing still, none of them moving.

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