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

Bai Yu took Lao Mo on the way home.

At this time, Lao Mo's image also changed drastically, turning into a dog with black and white fur.

No one could recognize that this was the original Lao Mo.

One person and one dog went all the way south.

The closer we get to the south, the more desolate the surrounding scenery becomes.

The paddy fields and misty rain in Jiangnan disappeared in my memory.

There are broken walls and ruins everywhere, the fields are barren, and there are lots of bones in the grass.

Everywhere you look, mountains and rivers are broken, grass is overgrown, and bones are exposed in the wild.

Groups of wild wolves and red jackals were running around, dragging bones everywhere.

The cruelty of the Red Lotus Sect's previous military disasters can be seen clearly.

There are even a group of red jackals who are so bold that they try to besiege Bai Yu.

As a result, Lao Mo let out a low roar, which frightened all the red jackals into paralysis and trembling.

Bai Yu and Lao Mo had extra meals that night.

Finally, we arrived at the original place of Jiangcheng.

The original bustling Jiangcheng with people coming and going has become dilapidated, with weeds everywhere.

Bai Yu entered the city based on his memory, almost unrecognizable.

He vaguely remembered that the land in front of him was once the rich and prosperous East City, and the houses were originally magnificent.

Especially in the center is the Chunfeng Tower, with singing and dancing, and lights like daylight.

Now the weeds are taller than people, and hares and birds roam in them.

Bai Yu sighed heavily.

But looking at the ancient singing and dancing place, only the birds are sad at dusk.

He turned around and looked around, only to see an old lady with gray hair coming over with a basket and burning some paper money at the original site of Chunfeng Tower.

The old lady murmured to herself:

"No more, no more, the bandits are coming, everything is ruined."

Bai Yu narrowed his eyes, feeling that this old lady looked familiar.

After a while, he remembered that this was Qiuniang from Chunfeng Tower, the one who once said with a smile, "Young master, you have reached the slave's house."

The beauty who once had picturesque features is now gray-haired and her appearance has aged.

Beauty is old and prosperous in the wasteland.

Bai Yu grinned with a bitter smile, which was uglier than crying.

He did not disturb Qiuniang, but took Lao Mo through the city and went straight to the original Yizhuang ruins.

Yizhuang has long since disappeared, but the tombs remain the same.

Opposite Yizhuang, the original Yangliu Street has many houses, forming a small village.

At the entrance of the village, a group of old men and women were sunbathing.

One of the lean old men waved a cane and said:

"I'm telling you, there used to be a righteous village across the street, and there was a pair of strange people, a master and a disciple."

"The master is called Lin Jiu. He once changed the course of Qingjiang River by himself. The apprentice is called Bai Yu. He once slept with an immortal..."

The lean old man spoke so loudly that the old men and women around him listened with gusto.

There were also old men who deliberately provoked him:

"You speak so powerfully, as if you have seen it before."

The lean old man waved his cane and said:

"What do you know? I was struggling to make a living in Yizhuang. I saw all this with my own eyes."

In the distance, Bai Yu heard these words and recognized that this lean old man turned out to be Zhu Tong, who was now very thin.

Bai Yu walked over and called out:

"Brother Tong."

The lean old man looked this way.

First he was confused, then his face was full of disbelief, and finally his whole body was trembling.

"Xiao Bai? It's Xiao Bai!"

He trembled and excitedly stepped forward to hold Bai Yu's hand.

"Xiaobai, why are you back? Have you eaten yet? Let's go to our house."

"Hey, is this flower dog a descendant of Lao Mo? Is he a grandson or a great-grandson?"

Bai Yu also said happily:

"Brother Tong, it's great to see you."

"I sent Master's wife to the north before, and now I'm back to see Master's wife and Master buried together."

Zhu Tong's actions were no longer very prompt, and he just kept saying:

"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."

Bai Yu asked about the current situation of his old friends again.

I learned from Zhu Tong that Xiao Wang of Yizhuang was killed by the rebels.

Sister Hehua was nowhere to be found in the shop, maybe she was dead.

The two guys, "Duluo" and "Danggu", were pretty good. They joined a white-collar team and carried out funerals in all corners of the country, barely making ends meet.

As for the "practice sheng", during the war, because he was too hungry, he stole a bowl of fried rice noodles and was detained by the officers and soldiers, and his head was beheaded that day.

Being beheaded because of fried rice noodles is really sad.

In the past, there were almost no people in Yizhuang and Baishi Shop.

Even those who are still alive are still lingering and very old.

Bai Yu didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment.

I have traveled through many places where mountains and rivers have changed, and many relatives and friends have died.

Time is the most powerful magic.

Zhu Tong took Bai Yu and asked him to go home.

Bai Yu shook his head:

"Brother Tong, I want to visit Uncle Jiu's grave and send my wife to be buried with him."

"I'll come back to see you when I'm done."

Zhu Tong nodded repeatedly after hearing this:

"This is business, business is important. It's a pity that my legs and feet are weak now. I couldn't go up the mountain a few years ago. Otherwise, I would definitely have to help."

Bai Yu said goodbye to Zhu Tong and went up a hill.

Strange to say, the paths in these wild mountains and ridges have never been deserted.

Finally, Bai Yu arrived near Uncle Jiu's grave.

Unexpectedly, there was a temple in front of the tomb.

Dishi Temple.

Although the scale is not large, it is very clean and tidy. With incense and candles lit, it can be seen that someone cleans and worships regularly.

Bai Yu entered the temple with curiosity.

But he saw a statue in the center.

The statue was wearing a robe, holding a peach wood sword, and his eyebrows were full of righteousness. His image was somewhat similar to Uncle Jiu.

There was a small door next to the temple, and a young Taoist priest came out from it.

While lighting incense and candles, he said:

"Sir, are you here to worship the True Lord?"

"The True Lord is very effective. He was a Feng Shui master at the beginning. He fought against the eighteen demon stars with his own strength, changed the Qingjiang waterway, and saved the people of the city. The people nearby respect him as the Earth Master True Lord."

"Our True Lord is responsive and responsive. People from all over the country will come to worship the True Lord, and even the officials from the neighboring Lancheng come here to worship."

Bai Yu looked at the statue and couldn't help laughing.

Since returning to the south, everything is in ruins and gloomy.

This was the first happy thing he had encountered.

Jiangcheng was destroyed, Chunfeng Tower in the County Magistrate's Mansion disappeared, and the four great families were wiped out.

But Uncle Jiu became a true master.

Some people carved their names into stones, but they were buried by weeds in the blink of an eye.

Some people died so that more people could live well.

People built a temple for him, worshipped him on the altar, and let him live forever.

Bai Yu laughed heartily, and tears flowed down his face.

In a trance, the statue of the true master in the temple seemed to laugh too.

The young Taoist looked at Bai Yu in surprise, not knowing why Bai Yu suddenly laughed.

After a long while, Bai Yu stopped laughing and gave a few taels of incense money.

He lit a stick of incense for the true master and said:

"Master, I'm back."