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

"This wine gourd is to be left for my granddaughter as a dowry."

Old Zhang held the wine gourd very preciously, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it away.

Bai Yu laughed:

"Uncle Zhang, you are not afraid that I will steal your wine, so you made up a granddaughter."

Old Zhang was already seven points drunk:

"Nonsense, I really have a granddaughter."

"When I was young, I was a jerk. I left my family and career and went everywhere."

"As a result, I didn't achieve anything and dared not go home. I could only watch from afar."

"Now I have let it go. After this New Year, I will go back to my hometown to find my granddaughter and buy her a dowry."

He seemed to be a little self-deprecating and said:

"I am old and useless, and I miss home more and more."

Bai Yu didn't expect that Old Zhang had such a past.

He picked up a chicken leg for Lao Zhang and gave Lao Mo one:

"Uncle Zhang, it's a good thing that you want to go home, come and eat the chicken leg."

Old Zhang looked at Bai Yu and smiled:

"If my granddaughter can find a husband like you, then I won't have anything to worry about with my old bones."

"I can't give you the wine gourd, but I can pour you a glass of wine. This is my unique recipe."

As he said, he poured Bai Yu a glass of wine from the wine gourd.

Not to mention, Lao Zhang's wine is very special, as clear and transparent as honey, and it smells like wine.

Even though Bai Yu doesn't like to drink, he was tempted by it.

He picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and immediately felt the fragrance lingering on his lips and teeth, and a warm current flowed around his body.

I don't know if it was an illusion, he even felt that the bottleneck of his cultivation had loosened a little.

He was about to ask about the origin of the wine, but Lao Zhang had already fallen asleep with the wine gourd in his arms.

Bai Yu shook his head, it seemed that he had drunk a little too much.

"Lao Mo, am I drunk?"

"Woof woof~"

New Year's Eve passed just like that.

The next day, the first day of the new year.

Bai Yu took Lao Mo to pay New Year's greetings to Uncle Jiu, and after asking for a red envelope, he returned to the charity cemetery to practice.

According to convention, no one would come to the door on the first day of the new year, which was rare.

However, in the evening of that day, there was a hurried knock on the door.

Bai Yu got up helplessly:

"What's going on? A funeral on the first day of the new year?"

When he opened the door, he saw more than a dozen carriages parked outside.

The last few carriages were pulling a big red coffin.

Before Bai Yu opened his mouth, a big man with a full beard came forward and bowed:

"My dear brother, several of our brothers died of acute illness. We really have nowhere to stay. We have no choice but to come and bother you. Please be lenient with me."

Bai Yu stepped forward and asked.

It turned out that this was a caravan traveling a long way, selling goods and reselling them at a difference.

Who knew that when passing by Jiangcheng, some people got sick for some reason and died on New Year's Eve.

It was impossible to bring the bodies with you when traveling far away, so the caravan bought a few coffins and prepared to bury them.

Life, old age, sickness and death are all impermanent.

No one can say which will come first, tomorrow or an accident.

Bai Yu couldn't refuse people at the door, so he welcomed everyone into the charity cemetery.

The bearded man said to Bai Yu:

"Little brother, I'm really sorry to bother you on New Year's Day."

"It's just a small gift, not a respect."

As he said that, he stuffed a small bag into Bai Yu's pocket.

Bai Yu weighed it and thought that the silver inside was probably two or three taels.

The bearded man was very respectful and stuffed a red envelope into Lao Zhang's pocket.

"You two, we businessmen are in a hurry. The goods will be damaged every day if they are kept there."

"Please help us arrange to bury our brothers as soon as possible."

Seeing that they were so polite, Bai Yu and the others were even more embarrassed to say anything.

Bai Yu said:

"Don't worry, I will bury them tomorrow."

The bearded man thanked them repeatedly and said that he would reward them handsomely later.

Bai Yu commanded the caravan to bring the coffin into the inner courtyard.

Then he picked up the suona and played a dirge.

However, Bai Yu was surprised to find that there was no target in the coffin.

Bai Yu's heart was lifted.

Something was wrong, too wrong.

On the first day of the new year, the coffin was delivered to the door, but there was no target in it.

He calmly burned incense for a coffin next to him.

As a result, there was still no target in the burial record!

In other words, there was either no one in the coffin, or the person inside was not dead!

Bai Yu placed several coffins by burning incense and paper.

The third coffin had a target.

[Funeral target: Geng Long. ]

[Identity: Corpse Refiner. ]

[Cultivation: Copper Armor Corpse! ]

[Basic reward: Strength +14, Life Experience +130. 】

[Optional rewards: Iron Corpse Skill, Dragon Power Skill, Golden Bell Cover...]

[Funeral Participation: 3%. 】

There is actually a bronze-armored corpse inside.

And judging from the rewards, it is exactly the same as the skill that Mangzi practiced.

It is clearly a corpse made by the same method!

This group of people are in the same group as Master Jinlong!

The fourth and fifth coffins also contain bronze-armored corpses!

Three bronze-armored corpses, a group of warriors with extraordinary strength.

Bai Yu couldn't help but secretly take a breath.

This group of people definitely has other purposes.

He still kept smiling and told the bearded man and others about the vigil.

After finishing his work, Bai Yu returned to the bedroom, picked up a copy of Spring and Autumn and began to read it, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

What no one noticed was that a black dog quietly slipped out of the dog hole.

After about half an hour after Lao Mo left, Bai Yu stood up calmly and knocked on Lao Zhang's door.

At this time, Lao Zhang was holding a wine gourd and wiping it. The big red gourd was rubbed shiny by him.

"Xiao Yu, why are you here?"

Bai Yu said:

"Uncle Zhang, did we forget to worship the God of Land?"

"In previous years, we had to go to the big rock in the back mountain to worship the God of Land and pray for peace this year."

Lao Zhang was stunned at first. Where is the God of Land in the back mountain?

And there was no custom of worshiping the God of Land in previous years.

But he was an old and experienced man after all. He immediately realized that something was wrong. He slapped his thigh and continued to talk along with Bai Yu's words.

"Well, in previous years, this was all done by Taoist Lin Jiu. This year, he is not here, so I really forgot."

"Let's prepare some offerings quickly and go to the back mountain. If we anger the land god, it will be bad."

Bai Yu carried a basket and said:

"The offerings are ready. Let's go and come back quickly. If we are late, we can't see the road clearly."

As he said, the two of them carried the offerings, went out from the back door, and went all the way to the mass grave in the back mountain.

Bai Yu walked forward in front, and Old Zhang followed behind.

The two walked about two or three miles. Old Zhang saw that there was no one around, and couldn't help asking:

"Xiao Yu, what happened to you today? Did you find something?"

Bai Yu sensed it and found that no one was following him, so he said:

"Uncle Zhang, that group of people is not right."

Old Zhang asked in confusion:

"What's wrong?"

"Let me answer for him, because we are not here for a funeral."

A voice came slowly.

I saw a figure not far away, and I don't know when it appeared.