Chapter 128: Medieval Nations(1/2)
Thousands of years ago.
At the foot of Fengjun Xianshan Mountain.
Pengjia Village.
There is a grand and ancient mansion in an ordinary village, and an elderly man in his october lies on his sickbed.
It looks like even if I just lie down, I can't even breathe.
Several maids were sitting up while serving him. A doctor was carrying the medicine box and his face was a little serious. After saying a few words, the old man waved his hand and retreated.
A twenty-year-old young man kneeled in front of the bed, feeling helpless in the face of the old man's death: "Great Father!"
"In the era of the ancient countries of the Peng clan, immortals and immortal dynasties were created. Even if there are dynasties in history, there must be real people in each generation to be a family of cultivation."
"Why is it now?"
"No one has the qualifications to practice, and they are so despaired that they have become ordinary people."
The old man had no expression on his face: "Because we don't have that fate!"
The young man looked strange: "But the ancestors and ancestors of the Peng family were buried deep in the mountains. It is said that there was a blessing land of gods. However, since three generations ago, we were no longer buried there, so our Peng family lost its energy."
The old man forced himself to support his waist: "There must be some time in his destiny, but don't force it if you don't have any time in his destiny!"
"Something! It's destined to be buried under the ground."
"Never...go to the ancestral land!"
The old man left his last sentence and then died.
As soon as the picture turned, I saw that the people in Pengjia Village were dressed in mourning, and several strong men were carrying coffins and walking on the mountain road.
Peng Ping'an walked in front in a mourning clothes, holding a bamboo slip of a while ago in his hand, with a topographic map and text engraved on it.
In a blink of an eye, we came to a deep valley surrounded by clouds and mist. The entrance of the valley was like a giant door opening, the wind was whistling by, and the sound of waterfalls in the distance was endless.
Above the waterfall, there is a temple of immortals, with the left and right sides of the temple saying: "Incense becomes a god, gather luck and reach immortality."
The incense in the temple has long been cut off, and there are no temple guards, only statues and murals.
The murals depict the deeds of a god. During the Middle Ages, immortal immortals were born to help the monarch unify the nine provinces.
The immortal tells the king.
"A person who absorbs the incense of sentient beings can become a god."
"A person who swallows all the luck of everything can become a human immortal."
The king told the immortal: "I wish to practice the immortal way of humans and immortals."
Under the guidance of immortals, the king practiced the art of becoming an immortal.
All the murals look bright and magnificent, and they are a picture of immortals.
Peng Ping'an searched for the tomb chambers everywhere, and ordered people to dig open the stone walls of the temple and found a secret passage deep into the mountain mausoleum.
Murals appear on both sides of the secret passage.
The king failed to become an immortal when he went against the will of heaven, and his immortal soul was destroyed and he left only a corpse.
His descendants built temples on his tombs to worship immortals, and used their power to plunder the fortunes of the same clan.
Every time I sacrifice to the same clan, there are dozens or hundreds of people from other clans to support one person against the will of heaven and change his fate.
Unlike the murals outside, the whole picture becomes dark and bloody, full of strange sacrifices and rituals, which is incredibly terrifying. The Peng clans who come here cannot believe it at all. This is the truth about the Peng clan's cultivation family.
Most of the powers of cultivation are sects, and it is difficult to become a family.
It is because the qualifications for practice are not bloodlines and are difficult to pass on. Perhaps each generation can produce a few people who can practice, but not every generation can produce a yang spirit and a primordial spirit.
Most of the aristocratic families have been passed down for only a few generations before they declined and disappeared.
However, the cultivation sects are different. If you search for the world to choose good qualifications to cultivate seedlings, naturally every generation can produce powerful people from the inheritance sect.
The Peng family has been passed down from the Middle Ages to the present, which is unimaginable to ordinary people.
When the passage reached the deepest point, Peng Ping'an raised the torch and the light illuminated the distance.
A shocking scene appeared, and the bodies of the Peng ancestors and ancestors of all dynasties were neatly arranged in rows after row, just like a large army stretching towards the distance.
At the end, the corpse bones used for sacrifices over the years gathered into a tall mountain of corpses.
Above the mountain of corpses, a tall and dry emperor wearing a medieval prince robe with a crown and a slap, whose eyes were blooming with blood-red light in the darkness looked down.
Everyone showed horror and the two battled each other.
"Boom!"
Thunder sounded in the sky and autumn rain fell.
The Netherworld Emperor sitting in the Hall of Yama slowly opened his eyes, "What's going on?"
"Why do you always remember these old things?"
Looking down, the entire Yin Cao Underworld is located in the eyes of the dragon veins in Quancheng, and it looks even larger and wider than the Nether Dragon Court of Daxuan in the past.
Not to mention the mountains and rivers are undulating.
Those who don’t know this thought it was a real world.
Various yin temples and ghost towns can be seen everywhere, and countless ghosts, gods, ghosts, and ghosts are waiting for the Yin Emperor to dispatch them.
Emperor Yin walked out of the Hall of Yama and crossed the entire underworld in one step.
He stood at the source of the underworld, which was a huge pit like an abyss.
A dim river flows out from it, which is slowly changing and expanding the underworld.
You can see countless dead souls struggling in it and flowing into the distance.
"ah!"
"Save me."
"I'm not dead...I'm not dead..."
"My mom...My mom..."
As the yellow spring flows all the way, these dead souls are gradually cleansed from the impurities in the soul and become transparent little by little.
The Yin Emperor appeared on the stone bridge, watching these dead souls walking out of the river in a daze.
"How many years have you been."
"Reincarnation should be almost done."
His eyes turned and he looked at the end of the underworld.
"Come to become an immortal?"
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The autumn wind is rustling.
The weather is getting colder.
A carriage walked down the mountain road and entered the avenue.
“This place.”
"The humidity is so heavy!"
Wang Qilang sat in the carriage, tightened his clothes and closed the windows.
The incense burner on the side emits a faint fragrance, and there are delicious food and wine on the table. This style looks quite like Ye Xianqing in the past, and he is almost like a beautiful apprentice with a beautiful national beauty.
Compared with the prosperity of the East China Sea, there is also the prosperity of Zhongzhou.
Dongzhou has high mountains and deep waters, which can be said to be a place where mountains and rivers are poor.
"Boom."
It started to rain again in the sky, making the road start to become muddy and bumpy.
The carriage walked for not long and fell into a pit in front of it.
The horses began to neigh and the vehicle stopped.
"What's going on?"
"I encountered this kind of ghost weather when I went out."
Wang Qilang lifted the curtain and took a look. Just like last time he went out, he fell into the pit again, which was really unlucky.
But this time he didn't have to carry the car. With a wave of his hand, several live wooden puppets flew out of their sleeves and turned into a life-sized person. The few people gently lifted the carriage out of the pit.
Wang Qilang looked through the classics about the Hall of Yama again: "The Emperor Yin."
"The name is Peng Ping'an, it is said to be a descendant of the royal family of the Peng Kingdom in the Middle Ages."
"The Middle Ages Peng Kingdom?"
Wang Qilang suddenly remembered something: "That Peng Guo who is related to the Immortal Dao Ziyu?"
To be continued...