The car drove into a mountain road and was halfway there when a huge funeral procession blocked the entire road. There were too many people, hundreds of them, so densely packed that there was no end in sight.
Seeing this situation, Zhang Fan could only ask Lao Bai to stop the car.
And just at this moment, Hua Yueying's eyes lit up.
"Master, I seem to feel the pressure of a magic weapon. Although there is no trace of its aura, I am sure that this magic weapon, the Soul-Dispersing Red Gourd, is probably nearby."
Hearing this, Zhang Fan immediately asked Lao Bai to get out of the car, and then he, Hua Yueying and Li Hongyu also got out of the car, and slowly approached the funeral procession, intending to get closer and let Hua Yueying investigate again.
But unfortunately, the magic weapon is naturally spiritual, and it is of such a secret level that once it relies on people, it will spontaneously conceal its aura. Even a quasi-saint-level strongman can only vaguely feel that this thing is nearby, but has no way to find the real location of the magic weapon!
This really made Hua Yueying very angry. She pouted angrily and looked at the people passing by who were helping with the funeral with some hostility in her eyes.
An old man saw Hua Yueying's expression and immediately walked forward with an embarrassed smile.
"This beautiful girl, and that handsome boy! I'm so sorry, but this is the custom in our village. The funeral procession cannot be interrupted, otherwise it would be very disrespectful to the deceased, so I can only trouble you to wait for a while!"
Hua Yueying reacted immediately after hearing this, smiled awkwardly and said, "It's okay, after all, the dead are the greatest. I just thought of something else, and I'm definitely not blaming you for blocking the way."
When the old man heard this, he nodded approvingly.
Zhang Fan asked, "Grandpa, why are the people who are attending the funeral so tall? The whole village is here. I looked around and there are hundreds of people!
So I am very curious, who has such appeal? "
Lao Bai and others also turned their eyes over.
Although Li Hongyu, Lao Bai and others did not pay much attention to such funerals, they also knew that human nature was indifferent nowadays, and many people were reluctant to attend funerals for someone who was just an acquaintance.
So the number of people in the funeral procession reached hundreds, which is quite rare.
Seeing that Zhang Fan and the others were very curious, the old man smiled and said, "There's nothing to say about this old guy. He died of old age. The reason why we put down everything we are doing and help this family with the funeral is not because this old guy has a lot of face, but because his adopted godson is a very good person. He helped our village and solved many problems. He is also a well-known miracle doctor."
Hearing the old man say this, Zhang Fan and others became interested.
This kind of behavior of watching a son respect his father is very rare nowadays, so Zhang Fan wanted the old man to introduce him. It is also a good custom for foreigners to visit the graves and worship, so the old man was very happy to lead everyone through the crowd and came to the mountains.
In a valley about a mile or two into the mountains, there are a few lonely wooden houses. They are very simple, and even the roofs are made of wild grass.
It can only be said that it can barely provide shelter from wind and rain.
In the open space outside the wooden house, there was a red wooden coffin. Some villagers also helped to move out some dried medicinal herbs and some straw paper with words written on it from the house.
At this time, Zhang Fan noticed that in front of the coffin, there was a figure with mourning clothes on his head kneeling in front of a bronze basin.
At this time, they were still more than ten steps away from the young man. They could only see him mumbling something. The people around him couldn't hear clearly, but Zhang Fan and others had sharp ears and eyes, and when they heard what this guy said, the expressions on their faces became interesting.
The young man said, "Old Wang, Old Wang, I really envy you. Look at you. You were born into a landlord's family. You have lived a life of luxury.
Now that the money is gone and you have passed away peacefully, it is really something that makes people sigh and envy. "
No one knew what was wrong with this young man. It was obvious that the only people qualified to kneel in front of the coffin were the relatives of the deceased in the coffin.
Just now, we also learned that the godson adopted by the old man who was buried was very capable and filial.
It is obviously the young man in front of him!
But this young man actually addressed the deceased as his brother, almost as if he were his equal. He even spoke in an old-fashioned manner and seemed to envy the deceased for passing away peacefully at such an old age?
Why does it seem more and more weird when I hear this?
"Alright, let's go... After all, I, Wang Yu, borrowed your surname. For the next hundred years, my surname will be Wang. Come to think of it, I have changed my surname countless times. I don't know how many more years I have to live."
Wang Yu let out a long sigh, his eyes showing both the pain of losing his loved ones and the helplessness of being unable to keep them.
Zhang Fan subconsciously used the technique of looking at qi.
In an instant, what happened made his brows jump!
The moment the Qi-gazing technique was performed, it seemed to be blocked by a transparent membrane and failed for the first time.
However, the power of the dragon vein was activated instantly. No matter how strange Wang Yu was, he was born and raised in this land after all, and was controlled by the dragon vein.
Therefore, when that layer of transparent membrane was broken, Wang Yu's life experience appeared in Zhang Fan's mind.
"So, this guy is a cultivator?"
Zhang Fan immediately became interested!
This guy who calls himself Wang Yu has lived for thousands of years. During this long period of time, Wang Yu's memory has been washed away. Unlike Lao Bai, Lao Bai, even though he has lived a long time, has lived in the mountains for a long time and slept for a thousand years.
Wang Yu walked around the world, over and over again, experiencing the Five Constant Virtues and the Three Bonds of Morality. The amazing thing is that this guy was just an ordinary person two thousand years ago, but he could not die.
It was not until he lived to be two thousand years old that he had some kind of adventure and finally entered the realm of cultivation!
What a pity!
Wang Yu's fate has a very big flaw.
Moreover, he was dull in talent. During the long period of time that followed, his chest circumference did not increase at all, let alone breaking through the realm and ascending to the realm of Yuhua.
Therefore, Wang Yu, who has practiced for nearly thousands of years, has only reached the simple late innate stage and is still within the scope of an ordinary person.
Zhang Fan couldn't help but be greatly surprised by this! ?
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