"how so?"
Wang Xiuyuan looked at himself lying on the bed not far away and asked doubtfully. His face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he was no longer breathing.
The old partner, who had been married for many years and supported each other all the way, leaned on the bed and cried silently.
"Uncle, our village is starting to get better, why did you leave?" Village chief Wang Minghai knelt down in front of the bed with tears in his eyes.
The good days of Dongshan Village have indeed just begun. In the past few years, it has been Wang Xiuyuan who has been assisting everyone and struggling to survive in this chaotic world.
The rest of the tribesmen were also extremely sad.
Pregnant women with big bellies ignored traditional constraints and struggled to kowtow in front of his spirit.
Over the years, everyone has seen what Wang Xiuyuan has done for Dongshan Village.
He had been educated and had experienced life outside, so he had a wide range of knowledge and his family was relatively well-off. Many villagers and clansmen were educated by him in his school, and he often came to him to borrow food when they could not afford to eat.
Because Dongshan Village was poor, he was the one who went to other villages to propose marriages to many of the younger generations of the clan.
Whenever married-in daughters and married-out daughters encounter family problems, they all turn to this second uncle for help. He is definitely a man of high moral character and respect.
"Second Uncle, you were so energetic last night, how come you suddenly passed away today?"
"Don't worry, Uncle, we will definitely carry on your wishes and live a good life."
"Our Dongshan Village and our Wang family will definitely get better and better!"
Wang Xiuyuan's soul was running around in the mourning hall. He tried to return to his body, tried to comfort his wife and told her not to cry, and tried to help the pregnant woman who was kneeling on the ground.
But he was powerless, and the people around him couldn't see him at all.
"What's going on?"
"What is my current situation?"
"Who can come and help me?"
"I can still hear you guys talking!"
"Is this what it feels like after death? Why hasn't the soul-catcher come to find me?"
Wang Xiuyuan is very strong inside. He was a little overwhelmed at first, but he felt better after a while because he has no regrets in his life.
What needs to be done has been done.
At this moment, a golden figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
Lin Xiang met with Wang Xiuyuan in the form of soul. He should have come here a cup of tea ago, but he was slightly delayed because of the conversation with the representatives of Yueying Palace and the Dagan court.
"Greetings, Master Jiling!"
When Wang Xiuyuan thought he was about to disappear alone, he saw the familiar sacrificial spirit, which made him feel like he had found a savior.
"Master Ji Ling, can I be saved? Can I return to my body?"
Although I say I have no regrets, if I had the chance to live a few more years, I guess not many people would refuse.
Lin Xiang shook his head and said, "Your life span has ended. The date written in the Book of Life and Death cannot be changed."
The land god in the land temple can also check the Book of Life and Death, but it is a castrated version.
He can only see the birth and death dates of the creatures within his jurisdiction, and he has no way to modify them. After all, he only has the right to query. If he wants to change it, he can only go to the real Book of Life and Death in the underworld.
The monks acted against the will of heaven, and part of their actions were against the Book of Life and Death.
"So even you, Master Ji Ling, can't do anything about it." Wang Xiuyuan was a little frustrated. He bowed and said, "Thank you for your blessings all the time, Master Ji Ling. Dongshan Village will have to continue to rely on you in the future. I really want to see what the village will look like as it gradually develops. I hope that the villagers and the people in the tribe will get better and better."
"By the way, thank you Master Ji Ling for coming to see me off. I originally thought I would be walking to the gates of hell alone."
After throwing off all constraints, Wang Xiuyuan was not so afraid of Lin Xiang, the sacrificial spirit, and could face him with a more calm attitude.
"If possible, please tell my wife, Master Jiling, that I have hidden my private money in the sole of a shoe she made. There are three coins in it. I also have a few coins hidden in my copy of the Three Character Classic. After she takes the money, please give the book to my daughter so that she can use it to educate her grandson."
Because he passed away so suddenly, he didn't leave any instructions for his funeral.
Only now do I realize that there are so many things I want to say to my family, and I don’t even have time to say goodbye.
Lin Xiang then spoke up, "You should tell them in your dream. Are you willing to become a member of the Dongshan Village Earth God Temple?"
"What are you doing?"
Wang Xiuyuan was a little excited, his whole soul was shaking, and he didn't dare to think about it.
"Now that the underworld's Yincha is gone, the entire human cycle of reincarnation is blocked. The Dongshan Village Earth God Temple needs a Yincha to clear the Yin and Yang paths and maintain the six reincarnations. If you choose to become a Yincha, you can stay in the human world, but you can't show up to meet your family. You can only communicate through dreams."
"Dreaming can drain the energy of ordinary people. If dreams occur frequently, it may cause them to have insufficient yang energy and lack of energy."
Lin Xiang had high expectations for him. He not only regarded him as a ghost messenger, but even hoped that he could live up to his trust and become a civil judge!
When forming a team, of course you have to choose people who you know well and who are capable.
Except for not being a cultivator, Wang Xiuyuan meets almost every requirement.
In fact, one does not need to be a cultivator to become a ghost messenger, because he is dead now and only his soul remains. He can practice the Tongyou Jue like Tan Mengru and absorb Yin Qi to improve himself.
This method allows for rapid progress. Tan Mengru was just an ordinary person when she was alive, but now she is almost at level 13, and her level is rising faster than that of players.
"I do!"
Wang Xiuyuan quickly agreed. He had the opportunity to become a member of the land temple and embark on the mysterious path of practice. This was his lifelong dream.
He thought he had no regrets before, but in the blink of an eye he realized that his biggest regret might be that he had not entered the world of cultivation and had not seen the powerful past of the Wang ancestors.
Living a lifetime without spiritual roots, who would have thought that there would be a turning point after death!
Lin Xiang took out a Yincha Order and said to him, "Now you must recognize this Yincha Order as your master. It will transform into a weapon according to your thoughts, and then you will learn the secret of the netherworld."
When the two were talking, the residents of Dongshan Village already knew about this matter.
It even gradually reached the ears of players.
Some players don't take it seriously, thinking that NPCs are just data, and when they die they will return to the data base, and may appear in another form in the future.
But some players are more emotional. They have received many tasks from Wang Xiuyuan, the temple keeper and clan elder. They have also seen many scenes of the death of elders from him. Therefore, some players actually came to burn incense.
Wang Xiuyuan's originally thin body actually became solid after receiving the incense from his family, clansmen, villagers and players.
He himself also felt the changes in himself, and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "It turns out that incense really works!"
"Of course, the incense and paper money your family burned during the Qingming and Zhongyuan festivals are useful. This is why many large families have ancestral temples. The incense burned by descendants can help the ancestors open up a burial site, allowing them to practice cultivation and protect their descendants. At critical moments, they can even appear in the world of the living to fight."
The ghost messengers from the underworld, the City God Temple, and the Mountain God and Land God Temple will not attack the cultivation families, because once they go there, they will easily be discovered and may even cause conflicts. Some excessive forces will even imprison, oppress, and exploit the ghost messengers.
For example, all the emperors of the Great Zhou and the Great Gan were buried in the same imperial mausoleum, which was the spiritual kingdom they created.
The royal family often holds sacrificial activities to help these ghost emperors, ghost kings, and evil spirits increase their strength, prepare for battle, make up for losses, etc.
Cultivators may not necessarily be able to transform into ghost cultivators after their lifespan ends. The conditions are rather harsh, and they can only do so if they are well prepared in advance and have someone to protect them.
At the same time, in battles between monks, they usually use ruthless force to destroy the opponent's soul, otherwise the matter will be exposed.
As long as the soul is still there, even if the roots are not eradicated, some people will even come back after taking over another body.
Therefore, after killing the enemy, not only the physical body must be eliminated, but also the soul must be destroyed and completely dissipated from the world.
Wang Xiuyuan suddenly understood, and he said happily, "Then I will tell them in my dreams in a few days to burn incense for us every day as much as possible."
"You have to be sincere about it. If it's just a formality, it won't be effective. You can't make it a burden for them; you need to let them do it on their own initiative."
Although Lin Xiang is a rookie in this area, he knows more than Wang Xiuyuan, because the position of land god comes with various explanations and insights, and he will not be blind.
"So that's how it is. Thank you, Master Jiling."
"From now on, call me Lord Land or Lord Lin Xiang, don't call me Lord Sacrifice Spirit." What Lin Xiang is doing now is to subdivide his subordinates.
Offering sacrifices to the spirits is just a part-time job. His main job is to obtain land granted by the Heavenly Court, which is the kind that is officially recorded in the Jade Disc.
Wang Xiuyuan bowed and said, "As you command, I greet the Land Lord."
"Your spirit has become stronger now. Hurry and comprehend this Yincha Order."
Lin Xiang needed to finish things here quickly, as he was waiting to go back and see the results of the auction.
Wang Xiuyuan, floating in the air, closed his eyes tightly, and the Yin Cha Ling in his hand gradually began to deform, and the token-like appearance gradually lengthened.
"What kind of weapon will it become?"
Bored, Lin Xiang secretly speculated: "Let's see if it's a sword or a red tassel spear or something like that. Don't let it turn into a crutch. It would be interesting if it turned into a hoe or a sickle."
The Wang Xiuyuan he met was already a sixty-year-old man who usually used a cane. He didn't know what weapons he was good at.
The village chief Wang Minghai knows martial arts, so there is no reason why Wang Xiuyuan doesn’t know it. It’s just that he is old and in poor health, and there is no time when he needs to display his martial arts.
Suddenly, the Yinchaling in Wang Xiuyuan's hand stopped changing, and a black brush-like weapon appeared in front of the two.
"This is really destined!"
Wang Xiuyuan skillfully wielded the judge's pen in his hand. His weapon was only about twenty centimeters long, with a sharp tip and a thick, round handle. As long as it hit his opponent, his head would be broken and bleeding.
As the saying goes, an inch shorter is an inch more dangerous. Such a short weapon is actually considered a concealed weapon. It is very useful in close combat and can be comparable to a dagger in melee combat.
Lin Xiang originally wanted him to serve as the literary judge of the future City God Temple, but he actually condensed a judge's pen. What a coincidence!
"There's one last thing. Now that you've become a member of the Earth God Temple, you'll have to interact with monks and young warriors from outside. So you need to change your image and not be recognized by the villagers of Dongshan Village, otherwise you'll get into trouble."
"Since our Wang clan evolved from the Ji clan, I will change my name to Ji Yuan."
Wang Xiuyuan had also traveled around the world when he was young, and he knew the importance of hiding his identity. Anyway, it was enough for him to be able to stay with his people in this way, so it didn't matter what his name was.
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