Weird Taoism: I became a god in a strange world

No one went back that night, and they stayed here to keep vigil for Old Teng until dawn.

After dawn, the monks closed the water and land temple.

It was still Zhaotou who paid to send the monks away.

Then the coffin carrying Old Teng's clothes and hats was pulled into the yard and burned.

Anyone involved in the weird must not touch the corpse, and must be burned in the crematorium in the underground Tianlao of Zhenguisi.

The corpse must not be placed in the ancestral forest, and relatives cannot see the corpse.

So Old Teng's funeral ended like this.

Burned cleanly with a fire.

No ashes, no grave, no tombstone.

It seemed like he had been here, but it seemed like he had not been here.

"Uncle Zhao, when do I report to Tianlao?"

Old Teng's eldest son came over and asked.

Old Zhao sighed deeply.

"Suck... um..."

"I will arrange someone to pick you up in three days. You should settle down at home first and rest for three days."

"Boy, from today on, you are the pillar of your family. Be kind to your mother and brother."

Old Zhao patted his shoulder and left Old Teng's house with his people.

"Uncle Zhao, thank you!"

Old Teng's wife was behind him, leading her two sons to kowtow three more times to Old Zhao and the others.

The rising sun shines on everyone.

No one speaks.

Maybe today's Old Teng is tomorrow's self.

Treating other white soldiers well is treating yourself well.

Another day begins, over and over again.

Not for Yao to live and not for Jie to die.

Time never stops moving forward.

The death of the white soldier Old Teng is as if nothing happened to the Zhenguisi Tianlao.

No one cares except Zhaotou.

...

Lin Hun returns to the soldier's house, forgetting Old Teng's death and concentrating on cultivation.

Once you have a goal in life, you will have something to strive for.

Lin Hun boiled sustenance for ten years every day, in exchange for the divine liquid to cleanse his body.

The strange energy in his Dantian Qi Sea became thicker and thicker.

His strength was also increasing day by day.

This is simply a slow and steady process, and there is no rush.

Lin Hun sat cross-legged on his bed, stroking a piece of yellowed human skin with his left hand.

It was his first trick "Inviting Yin Talisman".

When he thought of the three-eyed Yin Gu wrapped in the Yellow Spring that he had invited out that day.

Lin Hun was a little scared.

What kind of realm is "Yin Gu corroding the body, Nine Bends of Yellow Spring"?

It seems that all the strange cultivators Lin Hun has seen are not as evil, more powerful, and more terrifying as this one.

Maybe it's an illusion.

How can I invite such a powerful Yin Gu when I am only in the initial stage of the Yin realm?

There will be a chance to figure it out in the future.

With a flip of his hand, the human skin talisman disappeared.

On the third day, Gui District welcomed a newcomer.

It was the eldest son of Old Teng.

Zhao Tou led him to Yinque Hall to check in and register.

He was given a uniform unique to the White Soldiers and led him to Gui District.

"Everyone, we have a new colleague today, and everyone is familiar with the eldest son of the Old Teng family."

"Come on, Teng Yuan, formally introduce yourself to everyone."

Zhao Tou patted Little Teng on the back and motioned him to come forward and introduce himself.

"Uncles, brothers, my name is Teng Yuan."

Teng Yuan looked like an honest child, the kind who blushed after speaking a few words.

But he was big and strong, and it seemed that he practiced martial arts every day.

"Okay, welcome."

Someone took the lead in applauding.

The White Soldiers clapped sparsely.

"Teng Yuan, your father said that you practice martial arts every day, and you have already reached the level of a warrior?"

Zhao Tou asked.

"Yes, Uncle Zhao, my father said that if we Baizu want to live long, we must practice martial arts every day, so that we may be able to survive until the day when we are fifty and beg for our bones."

Begging for our bones means retiring, retiring from the post of Baizu and resting in peace.

Hearing Teng Yuan's words, Zhao Tou and others' faces changed but no one spoke.

"Very good, Teng Yuan, you should get closer to Lin Hun in the future. You are of similar age, so you can ask him more if you don't understand."

"Yes, Uncle Zhao."

"In public, you should call me Zhao Tou."

"Yes, Zhao Tou."

Zhao Tou took Teng Yuan to his father's hut.

A thin quilt, there is nothing else in this hut.

This is the hut of old Teng, and his son will inherit everything and use it after his death.

"Old Teng taught you all the skills of Baizu eating, right?"

Zhao Tou asked.

The so-called skills of Baizu eating are the set of collecting corpses.

"Uncle Zhao, I've taught you everything. My father also secretly took me to do some private work, and pointed out all the areas where my skills were not good enough."

Teng Yuan replied.

In fact, Old Teng was quite good before, and spent money to let his two sons practice martial arts.

He was also afraid that Teng Yuan's skills were not good enough, so he secretly took on private work to help him improve his skills.

"Well. Remember, Teng Yuan, your fatherThis life is not easy, don't say a bad word about him again. "

Zhao Tou patted Teng Yuan's shoulder again.

"Yes, Uncle Zhao, I remember it."

Teng Yuan looked at his old father's extremely simple hut.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Practice martial arts well, I hope I can live to beg for bones."

Zhao Tou asked Teng Yuan to get familiar with the environment first.

When he returned to Gui District, everyone shouted for him to continue playing with money.

"You play first, I'll take a breath."

Zhao Tou came to Lin Hun's hut and saw Lin Hun practicing martial arts by throwing two stone blocks left and right.

"Uncle Zhao, you are here."

Lin Hun moved his ears and said to the door.

"Your ears are really smart. Very good, Lin Hun, don't learn from us to play with money every day, and exercise your body when you have nothing to do. This is a good thing! "

Uncle Zhao looked at Lin Hun, who was getting stronger day by day, with the eyes of an old father-in-law.

He said with great comfort.

In order to hide from others, Lin Hun deliberately got two stone blocks weighing dozens of kilograms from outside and placed them in the soldier's quarters.

He would exercise when he had nothing to do.

This would explain why he had strong blood and qi.

After all, he had just come to the prison and was young, so he was not eroded by the darkness of the prison.

In addition to daily exercise, it was reasonable that he had strong blood and qi.

"Uncle Zhao, just now Teng Yuan mentioned that we Baizu would survive until we were fifty and beg for our bones. Why didn't anyone say anything?"

Lin Hun asked while throwing stones.

It stands to reason that surviving until we were fifty and begging for our bones should be something that every Baizu yearned for.

But everyone's reaction just now was a bit strange.

Tou Zhao smiled and said:

"So, Lin Hun, you don't have a son, so of course you don't understand the key. ”

“The Baizu is hereditary. If I can survive until I am fifty and beg for my bones, most of us will not do this.”

“The reason is simple, because we are reluctant to let our sons take over. If we survive one more day, our sons will enjoy one more day of happiness outside.”

So that’s how it is.

Lin Hun understood it instantly.

“But Baizu is unlucky and often encounters strange events. Most of them die at the hands of strange things. How many of them can survive until they are fifty and beg for their bones?”

“By the way, Mei’e asked me to ask, why haven’t I seen you for several days?”

Zhao Tou patted the door frame and left with a smile.

If Lin Hun didn’t live in the Tianlaozu dormitory every day, right under Zhao Tou’s nose, Zhao Tou would suspect that he went out to compete for the top spot.

“Oh, I’ll go tonight.”

Lin Hun swung the stone pier.

The body became hot.