Ancestral temple spiritual realm,

There are six or seven houses with sloping eaves and cracked walls, as if they have been in a trance for decades, becoming more and more withered and desolate. In the atmosphere of Zhouza, it seems that autumn is lingering, and there is still a hint of decay.

Xun Shaoyu was sitting cross-legged, looking at the village elder in the ancestral hall, with a look of indifference on his face.

"The art of entering dreams!"

The vitality of the spiritual realm was declining, and Xun Shaoyu's expression was not surprised at all, as if all this was normal.

This is the price he should pay for appearing holy in this world and entering and exiting the dreams of living people.

After all, in any world, there is no negotiation between yin and yang, and there is a huge difference between gods and humans. If you do it reluctantly and see it, the losses involved will also seriously damage the foundation and vitality of some low-level ghosts, gods, and earthlings.

If Xun Shaoyu hadn't refined a talisman, which contained a self-conceived dream-entering magic. The dream-entering magic had the meaning of an innate magic, and reduced the backlash. Xun Shaoyu would not have directly entered the dream, and

Old man Wang saw him in his dream.

Just like this, under the backlash of heaven and earth, this spiritual realm also gave some signs of decline.

"But it's all worth it!"

"With my grandfather's help and my grandfather's prestige over the years, my identity as the ancestral spirit has been determined for the most part. If I work hard, I might not be able to obtain a land grant for a village or even a township."

This is how the Shinto karma is, step by step, one carrot and one pit, neither more nor less. If it is not at the end of life, it will not change even if it lasts for thousands of years.

Precisely because the Shinto is so long, it is simply difficult to estimate and imagine what power those great gods in high positions can possess.

Xun Shaoyu sighed quietly: "With my grandfather's full support, this matter is mostly settled!"

The dim and decaying spiritual realm gradually gained a touch of twilight.

This twilight color made Xun Shaoyu's reflection become increasingly hazy and illusory.

vertical sun,

Wang’s Ancestral Hall!

All the respectable old people gathered in the ancestral hall.

From time to time, there were whispers floating among the crowd.

"Cough cough cough"

Old man Wang was sitting there, staying awake all day and night, which was really too much for him who was over seventy years old.

The old man looked at the few strands of blood spreading in the palm of his hand and held it calmly.

More than a dozen old Wangs looked at the oldest man in the village, Old Man Wang, with concern.

"Brother, you need to rest your body to some extent. Once you collapse, the backbone of the whole thing will be gone."

One old man spoke sincerely, and the other old men nodded slowly.

They are all members of the same family and have a family tree spanning several generations. They are all close relatives. They are either nephews or uncles, and their relationship is extremely close.

Moreover, even if the kinship is secondary, the influence of Old Man Wang in the government is not comparable to that of several of them.

Seventy years of life are rare in ancient times, and the age of seventy has been considered auspicious in ancient times. Enjoying various privileges, especially the one of holding a dove without bowing to an official, is not an honor that these sixty-year-olds can have.

Old Man Wang is the only old man in Wangjia Village who is over seventy years old and has been awarded a dove stick by the imperial court.

With such privileges, it is not difficult to imagine the importance of the old man's voice.

"Hahaha"

The old man smiled to himself and said: "We are all members of the Wang clan, and our blood is as thick as water. The old man knows everyone's thoughts, and also knows that the few old brothers sitting here are secretly taking care of it."

Although Old Man Wang's words were soft, they were no less than thunderous in the ears of several people, causing their bones to go numb and their spines to soften a few points.

"Brother, what are you talking about, and the brothers can't understand you?"

"don't know?"

The old man was indifferent and muttered: "I don't know, okay, old man, I will go to the county to see if there is anything unspeakable about the lack of children in the family!"

Hearing these words, several old people immediately became uneasy and felt a little panicked in their hearts. Now that Old Man Wang singled them out, they naturally felt a little more frightened.

"Brother, brother"

An old man's body was limp, kneeling on the ground, crying heavily.

"The second son of my family is the only Miaomiao of the third generation of my family. I am the only Miaomiao."

Old man Wang had no expression on his face, and his eyes passed over the dozens of elderly people sitting there one by one.

"Do you have anything to tell me, old man?"

These little secret actions of the old man are completely in the eyes of the old man.

He, Old Man Wang, didn't rub his eyes with sand, so he naturally knew the purpose of these old people, even without telling the villagers, to send their beloved children out of the village.

Not only are they afraid of causing disharmony, but they can also leave some incense to their family, so as not to completely exterminate their heirs.

"old brother"

A dozen old people remained silent, with a vague look of shame on their expressions.

"Brother, we are already old. It doesn't matter whether we are alive or dead."

"However, the only seedling in the family cannot be cut off like this. This is not possible."

Old Man Wang sneered and said: "So, you just hide it from the village and just care about the life and death of each family?"

"Confused"

Suddenly, Old Man Wang slapped the table hard and yelled angrily.

"The county can tolerate the old man's thin noodles without asking for it, which is the greatest forgiveness. You still join in eagerly, this is a way to bring disaster!"

"Those people are just wolf cubs who eat red meat and poop white shit. No amount of money or land can satisfy their appetite."

"If the Wang family really falls, without us old bones to keep them in check, how can those children be immune to their manipulation?"

Several old people had a bitter look on their faces and shook their heads silently.

"well"

Old man Wang knew everything about the mentality of several old brothers seeking medical treatment in a hurry. Because of this, old man Wang always turned a blind eye and pretended not to know anything.

Just confused.

However, when he thought about his grandson's hope for the divine way, Old Man Wang could no longer blindly watch these old brothers evacuate the entire Wangjia Village.

The wealth of the Shinto people is a thousand times greater than that of the ordinary people. The opportunity for his grandson to secure a position in the land is like a smoke in the sky for more than ten generations of the Wang family to have this opportunity and blessing.

"Brother, Nanjiang Longjun refuses to accept tributes, and even refuses to accept the bamboo slips for suing the gods. The meaning is already obvious."

Living in this world where Shinto is prosperous, how can we not understand its meaning?

Because of this, the old people become more and more desperate.

Old Man Wang thought for a while and said: "There is no room for maneuver in this matter. Since Lord Long won't protect us, then let's find someone who can protect us and let's end it, right?"

"There are so many gods in the world. Without Nanjiang Dragon Lord, we would all be dead?"

“not to the point”

Old Man Wang gritted his teeth and burst out word after word.

"So, what do you mean, brother?"

The old people were stunned. Looking at Old Man Wang's face, they felt more and more strange.

"Find a god, a god who can accept our worship."

Old Man Wang's words were so frank that several old men were suddenly covered in cold sweat.

An old man looked troubled: "Brother, this"

Old Man Wang said leisurely: "What if this god is from our Wang family?"

"What,"

The old people sitting there all stood up in shock as if they were at a loss.

"Brother, do you know what you are talking about?"

An old man looked at Old Man Wang with unspeakable panic.

A ghost, a god, or an earth cannot be accomplished just by saying it is accomplished.

On the other hand, so-called evil spirits can also collect incense from the human world for their own use. Therefore, the first thought of these old people was really wrong.

"Hahaha"

Old Man Wang smiled grandly and said, "Old man, I know very well what I am talking about and what I am thinking."

"That's a real god, the god of our Wang family!"

"You should all know that I never lie, old man. It was true in the past, it will be true in the future, and it is even truer now."

"That's the king of our Wang family!"

Old Man Wang's eyes held a different meaning, which made people secretly feel heartbroken.
To be continued...