Chapter 142: All Ghosts
After getting rid of the evil creature in front of her, Lin Xiyue turned her gaze to the old village chief.
The old village chief was in a strange mood. He was not angry, but just stared at Lin Xiyue with deep eyes.
"Little girl, you shouldn't have ruined the Moon Goddess's sacrifice. You will bring a curse upon all of us."
As soon as the old village chief finished speaking, the villagers who heard the commotion stood up and looked at Lin Xiyue and others with vicious eyes.
"They have ruined the Moon Goddess's sacrifice. Those who offend the God will surely die a miserable death!"
"These outsiders killed them without knowing what was good for them!"
"Anyone who disrupts the Moon Goddess's sacrifice should die!"
"Kill them, kill them!"
Everyone was filled with indignation, except the old village chief, who had a calm expression, as if he had not said the words just now.
"Old village chief, why are you doing this?"
Lin Xiyue was not afraid of the angry crowd. She looked directly at the village chief and asked, "Do you think it's really good for everyone to make such a deal?"
"For the souls of the dead, the best destination is to be able to reincarnate. If you force them to stay in the human world, they will only become real lonely ghosts, and there will be no possibility of reincarnation in this life."
As they spoke, the figures of the villagers gradually became somewhat illusory.
They still looked at the group of people with anger on their faces, but their bodies seemed to be a little unsteady.
Some younger children's symptoms are so faint that they are almost invisible.
Everyone was frightened by the bizarre scene.
The group of villagers across the street looked more like ghosts than humans.
"I just want all of us in this village to live well and not disappear from this world. I don't care about anything else."
The old village chief's voice was tinged with sadness.
In fact, he had already calculated that Mochou Village would encounter this disaster. All the souls of the people would disappear in this disaster, and Mochou Village would no longer exist.
"As a cultivator, you should know that Tao follows nature. Using any unnatural power to forcibly keep ghosts in the human world is against the will of heaven." Lin Xiyue pointed at the villagers behind him.
"If you hadn't forcibly retained their souls over the years, these people would have been reincarnated and had new lives..."
When everyone heard Lin Xiyue say this, confusion appeared in their eyes.
What does it mean to forcibly retain their souls?
It was at this time that they discovered their own abnormalities, or rather, discovered the abnormalities of the people around them.
Their bodies suddenly became ethereal and their feet slowly left the ground.
The moonlight was bright overhead, but there was no shadow at all under their feet.
The villagers were panicked by the discovery, and everyone looked at the old village chief with horror.
"Village Chief, what happened to us? Why do we have no shadows?"
"Village Chief, why did my hands become transparent? Village Chief, I feel like I'm going to disappear?"
"Is it because the Moon Goddess Festival was ruined and we were cursed? Why can't we touch the ground? Is the Moon Goddess going to take us away?"
As more and more questions arose, the crowd began to become noisy, but the old village chief remained silent.
"Girl, I can see that you are very powerful. If possible, I hope you can send these villagers to reincarnate. As for those sins, I will bear them all!"
The old village chief took out a hand-rolled grass cigarette from somewhere and took a deep puff.
There was a calmness in his eyes that came from having experienced many vicissitudes of life.
At this moment, the coffin behind him suddenly moved.
Those thin coffins were of poor quality and not sealed, so they were pushed open forcefully by the people inside.
Xu Moyan saw Xu Tiancheng crawling out of the coffin at a glance.
Xu Tiancheng was covered in dust and looked shabby at this moment. In just a few days, he lost a lot of weight and the circles under his eyes were sunken.
He climbed out of the coffin, his steps went soft and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Xu Moyan ran over and held him up.
Xu Moyan's face was full of surprise, "Dad, you're okay."
Xu Tiancheng had been holding his breath in the coffin for a long time. When he finally managed to breathe smoothly, he heard these words and rolled his eyes at him in annoyance.
"You keep making so much noise all the time, what can possibly happen to me?"
Only after he said this did he realize something was wrong.
He looked around, then at the place where he had crawled out, and his face suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Is this what he was lying on?
Are you kidding me? Why would a living person like him sleep in a coffin?!!!
The people in the other coffins also climbed out.
Like Xu Tiancheng, they didn't remember anything.
As they spoke a few words, the terrified villagers found that their bodies were becoming more and more illusory.
The old village chief looked up at the sky above his head, and saw a transparent barrier in a place that no one else could see, which seemed to be about to collapse at any time.
That was the formation he had spent countless efforts to set up, just to let the dead souls of Mochou Village live well in the village.
Everyone in their village has died, killed in the fire more than 20 years ago.
The fire was caused by his playful little son, who accidentally set the haystack on fire. The autumn grass was covered with dead leaves, and the trees in the mountains were all withered and yellow.
It was a very windy day, and all the houses were burned down. Considering the geographical location of Mochou Village was originally not good, the fire killed everyone. Only he managed to save his life by hiding in a pond.
But everyone died, including his parents, brothers and children.
All his relatives, friends and acquaintances lost their lives in that fire.
The entire Mochou Village was charred, and most of the surrounding forests were burned.
That fire was a disaster for Mochou Village as well as for the forest.
Although he luckily escaped, his heart had been burned out in the fire.
Living no longer had any meaning for him; it would be better for him to die with them.
He wanted to die, but at that moment he encountered...
I could hear the villagers screaming in surprise.
The old village chief took a long puff of his cigarette, closed his eyes silently, and a tear flowed from the corner of his eye.
He knelt down in the direction of Lin Xiyue and knocked his head heavily on the ground.
"Please, save them."
"They had no idea what was going on from the beginning to the end. It was all my fault."
Seeing the village chief kneeling down, many villagers exclaimed.
"Village Chief, what are you doing?"
"Village chief, please get up quickly. We are not afraid of death. We will handle anything together!"
"Yes, village chief, how can you kowtow to this young man? Get up quickly!"
Several young and strong ghosts stepped forward and tried to help the village chief, but their hands only passed through his body in vain.
He was impossible to touch.
Those young men looked at their phantom arms with surprise and shock in their eyes.