Somewhere in the countryside of Henan Province, this is a village with about 100 households, similar to other nearby villages, this should be a large family settlement, in the middle of the village is the ancestral shrine and the community tree, and beyond are the houses of small families.

Most of the old people in the village chatted under the community tree, surrounded by groups of children.

If there is anything different about this village from other villages, it may be these children, and strangely enough, all the children in this village are boys.

This is a very strange phenomenon, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it is very likely that this village has a habit of drowning babies.

But if you stand outside this village and look at it, you will find that the atmosphere of this village is peaceful, and there is no resentment gathering, but it will give people a sense of honesty and trustworthiness and simple family style.

Standing outside the village, Wang Liang recalled the words of the housekeeper Xiaolan.

Xiaolan has already inquired with some old ghosts nearby, this village is called Dongjia Village, everyone here is surnamed Dong, I heard that they moved from Stalagmite Mountain three hundred years ago, and it is quite famous in this area.

And they are most famous not for their honest family style, but for their family to only give birth to males.

At first, some people thought that their family was drowning babies, but later they found out that their family was really good at feng shui, only giving birth to a boy, and they had not given birth to a baby girl in the past three hundred years, which can be regarded as a strange story in the neighborhood.

In his dream, Wang Liang had also heard of such a village, but he was an interview envoy at the time, so he did not come here in person, and he did not know the exact location.

That's why the housekeeper Xiaolan asked some old ghosts to inquire about it.

Walking to the front of the village, Wang Liang saw that the residents of the village were returning from the fields, and when they saw Wang Liang, they would nod to Wang Liang, and everyone had a happy smile on their faces.

A middle-aged man in his forties said to Wang Liang: "Housheng, where are you from?" ”

At this time, Wang Liang had already jumped off the cyan horse, and he also asked politely: "May I ask if you are the Dong family's descendant who moved from the stalagmite mountain, the Dong family under the eagle's beak rock." ”

Hearing Wang Liang's words, the middle-aged man's expression became more serious, and he looked at Wang Liang: "Yes, may I ask who you are?" ”

"That's the case, I don't know if your family still remembers this sentence, 'May your descendants prosper, incense will continue for ten thousand years, prosperity from generation to generation, marry wives and have male children'."

"Yes, yes, how do you know that you are a descendant of that immortal? That's right, when the immortals buried his mother near my house, my family helped take care of it for generations. ”

Wang Liang shook his head when he heard this, "No, I'm not his descendant, I just want to ask clearly, then do you know that in the hundred and fifty years or so after that incident, there was a person who came to your house, first laughed three times, then cried three times, and finally died directly." ”

As soon as Wang Liang asked, the middle-aged man hesitated, "I really don't know about this matter, so let's do it, Housheng, I will take you to see the patriarch, he must know something." ”

Wang Liang thanked him politely, and entered the village with the middle-aged man.

At this time, the old people who were gossiping and chatting under the tree in the village also saw Wang Liang holding the blue horse.

They were also a little curious about Wang Liang's arrival, after all, Wang Liang's cyan horse looked too spiritual.

The cyan horse raised its head and entered the village, and its momentum almost compared to Wang Liang, who was leading the horse.

Wang Liang didn't care about this at all, he was more concerned about the answer he wanted to find at this time.

Sure enough, the middle-aged people don't know, but those old people know the stories in the family very well, after all, the bedtime stories passed down from generation to generation are what they pass on.

After the middle-aged man said a few words, an old man who looked relatively wealthy stood up, his cloudy eyes rolled, and finally said: "It seems that there is really such a thing, our family has been doing things to help orphans and widows and bury wild bones all these years, and I don't know how many wild bones have been buried in the nameless grave behind our house."

Originally, we should not have remembered this, but the man who died was so strange, and he asked a lot of things, like you, such as whether there was a great deal of treasure under the eagle's beak, and he also asked that sentence.

You...... You won't have to ...... too."

The old man stared at Wang Liang, for fear that he would laugh three times and cry three times and die like this.

Fortunately, Wang Liang didn't do such a thing, but asked again, "Then when you moved, did their corpses turn around?" ”

"How is this possible, we moved here, we didn't even move the ancestral grave, how could we move the tomb of the lonely grave and wild ghosts, but we have left a tablet for them at the ancestral shrine, and there is incense to worship every year."

"Can you show me around?"

For Wang Liang's request, if it was an ordinary family, it would definitely be refused, but the Dong family is a family with a good family style, so after Wang Liang made a request, they took Wang Liang to the ancestral hall.

As the old man said, in addition to the tablets of the ancestors of the Dong family for generations, there is a separate offering table in the corner, on which is written 'Lonely Grave'.

Wang Liang stood here, his mind seemed to span hundreds of years, and he said calmly.

"I know where you died, but I don't know if you left anything behind, I just came to tell you that we succeeded, and I didn't have the opportunity to practice in the ninth life, as my uncle said.

I've already embarked on the path of cultivation, and I'm cultivating immortals in a way that we haven't even thought about.

Believe me, I will become an immortal in the end, and the competition between us and Li Xuan has just begun. ”

After Wang Liang finished saying this, he felt that his spirit was loosened, as if some shackles had been loosened on his soul.

At the same time, a large number of feelings appeared in his mind, all of which were some of the feelings about the words of the Taishang, and some of them were not even recorded in books.

Those words seemed to come out of the mouth of some old man whose face he couldn't see clearly.

But for some reason, Wang Liang always felt that what the old man said was right, almost equivalent to the feeling of being able to speak the road.

These perceptions and knowledge disappeared in an instant.

Wang Liang heard a dinging sound in his ears.

At the same time, a message rose in front of him.

[The exercise you majored in the Taixuan Sutra has reached the level of master level 4, and you can already start condensing your own Immortal Dao Golden Pill, please start condensing. 】

[Note: Your Taixuan Sutra has reached the level of Master Level 4, and there is a follow-up branch enhancement option, please select the follow-up branch enhancement route......]

[A: Ten thousand laws do not stick to ......]