Longevity Through the Path of Survival: Starting with Playing the Suona, Funeral Cultivation Begins

The mountains are vast and the morning mist is hazy.

A suona pierces the tranquility of the mountains.

Then there are bursts of crying.

The funeral procession slowly drives out of Taohua Village.

In the team, a young man in a green shirt plays the suona skillfully.

He has sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a handsome face, and a gentle air.

A white flag is inserted diagonally behind his neck.

A half-grown black dog follows him.

The sad sound of the suona comes out of his mouth.

A suona suppresses the gongs and drums, and detonates the sadness of the funeral procession.

As the team moves forward, beads of sweat appear on the boy's forehead.

"Alas, this body is really too weak."

The boy's name is Bai Yu, and he is a time traveler who travels through time for two and a half days.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary handsome guy.

Because he stayed up late to cultivate immortality, he died suddenly.

Then he traveled through time and became this unlucky guy named Bai Changsheng.

The Bai family has a tradition of playing the suona.

A few days ago, my parents were swept away by a mountain torrent while rushing to attend a funeral, and their bodies were not found.

As soon as my parents died, the house was occupied by the village tyrant Chen family.

At the beginning, the Bai family used two acres of paddy fields to exchange a piece of homestead with the Chen family and built a house.

They have lived in peace for more than ten years.

Now there is only one child left in the Bai family, and the Chen family immediately turned hostile and took the opportunity to occupy the Bai family's house.

Bai Changsheng naturally refused, and was beaten and thrown out.

Bai Changsheng was very tough and died on the spot.

At this time, Bai Yu happened to cross over.

He quickly accepted the reality, and from then on he was called Bai Yu, with the word Changsheng.

Bai Yu, who was homeless, had to build a shed on the mountain to live in.

After crossing over for a few days, Bai Yu understood a truth:

"Being handsome can't be eaten."

Just yesterday, the family had run out of food and was starving.

Fortunately, Bai Changsheng still has the family-inherited skill of playing the suona.

There happened to be a funeral in the village, so he came to join the funeral procession.

Uncle Dazhuang, the drummer, was still worried whether Bai Yu could keep up with the rhythm.

As a result, Bai Yu almost didn't send him off with a big funeral.

Rhythm? It doesn't exist.

Among all kinds of musical instruments, the suona is the king, either ascending to heaven or worshipping in the hall.

When the suona sounds, I am the rhythm.

Uncle Dazhuang was so surprised that he praised Bai Yu for his ability to bury the emperor.

"Brother Bai has a successor, and our Taohua Village drum and trumpet team is complete again."

Bai Yu joined the team on the spot and started to perform funerals.

If the funeral is done well this time, he can gain a foothold in Taohua Village and officially become a member of the professional team.

So along the way, Bai Yu showed his full spirit.

He played the suona slowly and steadily, firmly controlling the rhythm.

However, as the funeral procession went up the mountain.

Bai Yu's forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, and his face turned a little pale.

This body was originally deficient, and it became even more deficient after dying once.

Although his suona skills were not bad, his physical strength could not keep up.

"No matter what, I must persevere."

Bai Yu held on all the way without revealing any flaws.

Only Uncle Dazhuang found that Bai Yu's chest was already soaked with sweat.

Finally, the coffin was put into the tomb.

Bai Yu's eyes went black.

Fortunately, he finally persevered.

When he recovered, he found a blue light screen in front of him.

[Funeral target: Zhao Laogen. ]

[Identity: Farmer. ]

[Cultivation: None. ]

[Skills: Planting, cooking, logging. ]

[Funeral participation: 10%. ]

[Reward: Strength +3, Life experience +5. ]

Bai Yu's hand holding the suona could not help but tremble slightly.

But his face remained calm.

In his mind, there was an ancient scripture.

"Record of Burial"!

The three ancient characters written in a flamboyant style seemed to contain the truth of heaven and earth.

There was a line of small characters below.

Bury the sky, bury the earth, bury the world!

On the dark cover, a white light would occasionally light up, and then quickly dim.

If your eyesight is good enough, you can find that the white light is clearly a world.

Bai Yu's mind was focused on the Record of Burial, and he immediately learned its effects and uses.

First, you will be immortal from the beginning.

But immortality does not mean immortality.

If a person is killed, he will die.

He may also starve to death, be poisoned to death, or die from a curse.

Secondly, you will become stronger when you perform a funeral.

Every time you perform a funeral for someone, you can gain some abilities from the target.

For example, strength, blood, or even martial arts or cultivation.

However, it must be a wise creature, and there must be a funeral commission, in order to get a reward.

Bai Yu calmly waited for the funeral to end.

Finally, the Taoist priest who was escorting the funeral finished reciting the sutra.

Bai Yu and the drum team played another song "Blue Sky Song".

"Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, and there is no way back from the underworld."

[Funeral success, get rewards: Strength +5, Life Experience +5. ]

[Do you want to receive it? ]

Bai Yu did not receive the reward immediately.

It's best to be cautious. Who knows if there will be any abnormalities after receiving the reward?

He followed the team back to the village and had the last meal.

He sat at the table of the professional team.

Uncle Dazhuang and others drank some wine and started bragging mode.

Bai Yu was busy eating.

He looked slow, but he ate very fast.

These days, he was starving.

In the blink of an eye, a small half of the food on the table was gone.

Uncle Da Zhuang and the others called him so terrifying.

They stopped drinking and bragging about their awesomeness, and hurriedly joined the ranks of the cooks.

Half an hour later, Bai Yu touched his round belly and walked towards his home.

Before leaving, I also placed a red plum on the fruit plate on the table.

The most important thing is that he has ten more coins in his arms.

The propaganda team is worth twenty coins each.

Bai Yu is underage and can only get half of his wages.

This is the law in rural areas. Only adult men are considered as formal labor force.

Children and women can only be counted as half a person.

He took ten cents and bought more than ten kilograms of sweet potatoes from a shop at the entrance of the village.

This should last at least a week.

Bai Yu carried the sweet potatoes home and was in a good mood. He pursed his lips and whistled.

A half-grown little black dog ran over from a distance.

"Old Mo, I want to eat fish."

The little black dog seemed to be able to understand people's words and jumped into a creek for a splash.

When Bai Changsheng died, only this black dog stayed with him and never left him.

There is a quota for a buried beast in the Burial Record, which can also live forever, only for beasts.

Bai Yu didn't hesitate at all and gave this spot to the little black dog.

In this way, you won’t be too lonely on the road to eternal life.

Half an hour later, it took out a small fish as long as its index finger from the water.

"Okay, let's have roasted sweet potatoes and fish stew tonight."

Bai Yu cheered.

He was carrying sweet potatoes, and Lao Mo was holding a small fish.

One person and one dog depend on each other for life.

Bai Yu took out a plum from his sleeve and took a bite, the bitter taste exploding in his mouth.

But after the bitterness, a hint of sweetness came to the tip of the tongue.

All the hardships come with joy.

When the little black dog saw Bai Yu eating alone, he jumped up and down and barked, as if to reprimand Bai Yu for being unloyal.

"Woof~woof~."

Bai Yu put the remaining half of the plum into the little black dog's mouth.

The little black dog took a bite and jumped even higher.

"Woof woof~woo~"

It's bitter, astringent and unpalatable.

Bai Yu put the plum core into his palm and said with a smile:

"It's not ripe yet. It will taste delicious after it is ripe."

The little black dog followed Bai Yu cursing, as if to say:

"Although I'm not a human, you are a real dog."

One person and one dog returned home.

It was a shack built with branches and thatch.

A blunt hatchet, a suona, and a half-broken jar were all Bai Yu's possessions.

As for other properties, they were all snatched away by the Chen family.

Bai Yu looked at the dilapidated shack and said to the little black dog:

"Old Mo, we are not in a hurry."

"What should I do if the world bullies me, slanders me, and looks down on me?"

"Just bear with him, let him, and ignore him."

"In a hundred years, their graves will be dug up, their corpses will be whipped, and their whole family will be wiped out."