Next, Ding Xiaocong took the hoe from outside the cave, kicked the monster's corpse open, and then began to dismantle the brick platform. Sure enough, there was a well under the brick platform, into which all the tiny waterways flowed downstream.

After Ding Xiaocong saw the diagram of the cow falling into the well on the stone mill, he once carefully observed the hot spring well in the center of the village, but found nothing, and then found that the well he was referring to was actually here. Now that I think about it, this guy is really arrogant enough, and he dares to point it out on the stone mill.

In ancient times, a water mill of this size was enough to firmly hold the villagers of Woniu Village to stay here and not to move, but he didn't expect that the big stone mill he used as bait for himself ended up grinding himself, which was really unpleasant.

Next, Ding Xiaocong began to slash indiscriminately, smashed the tomb into a blink of an eye, and then pushed all the bricks and clods into the well and completely sealed it. In fact, it doesn't matter if it is not sealed, as long as the waterways here are destroyed, and the water flow here does not spiral, the soul will not be able to be drawn.

In the blink of an eye, water began to accumulate in the messy burial chamber. This water will not overflow, and when it reaches a certain height, it will balance with the outside world, but this tomb will definitely have to be soaked in water. However, Ding Xiaocong doesn't care about this.

The water began to flow upward, and Ding Xiaocong quickly climbed out of the hole and began to fill in the soil outside. As long as the appearance is restored to the original state, it doesn't matter what the situation is inside, Ding Xiaocong doesn't believe that the villagers of Woniu Village will come to dig their ancestral graves.

In fact, Ding Xiaocong can tell the old village chief directly about the matter here, but in that case, it is difficult to explain it clearly, after all, it is difficult for laymen to understand these theoretical knowledge. In addition, he saw that the old village chief was quite embarrassed, and the matter of digging the ancestral grave would make him very embarrassed, so he should solve it secretly, and the big guys are clean.

After a while, the earthwork was backfilled, and Ding Xiaocong covered the slate back in its original position, so that there were almost no flaws visible from the appearance.

When he was stacking the slate, Ding Xiaocong suddenly had a strange feeling, as if someone was peeping at him behind his back, which frightened him into a cold sweat. But looking back, there was no one in the cemetery at all, and he opened his eyes to see that there was no ghost.

"I really owe the ...... of your village" Ding Xiaocong muttered, feeling a little aggrieved, obviously helping others, but he was still afraid of being beaten by others, and he was aggrieved in this matter!

Hurriedly stacked the slate and erased the traces, Ding Xiaocong finally breathed a sigh of relief, carried the hoe down the mountain, and thought about the next plan all the way.

Now that the source of this bureau has been destroyed, the next step is to solve the key - the yang soul that has swallowed the soul of the villagers for four hundred years.

Once such a powerful soul does evil, it can be a disaster! Fortunately, there was a supreme master who came in front and detained it, and now it is equivalent to being bound, and it is possible to clean it up. However, it is still not easy to completely eliminate it, or that old way would have been cleaned up a long time ago, so why be trapped in the stone mill and grind slowly?

Compared to the fragile body, the mind is many times more difficult to destroy.

Ding Xiaocong pondered hard and couldn't figure out what to do, and before he knew it, he had returned to the village, he casually leaned the hoe back to the front of the house, and just turned around, he found that Hua Hongying appeared at some point, and was looking at him with a smile.

"People are scary, scared to death, next time please say hello first, okay?" Ding Xiaocong was dizzy when he was thinking about it, and he was frightened by him, so he was unhappy at that time.

Hua Hongying was not angry at all, and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Master Shallot for his triumphant return." ”

"You know what I'm doing?" Ding Xiaocong's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked.

Hua Hongying waved her hand, "I look at the demeanor of Master Shallot, it must be successful, don't worry, I won't ask what you do, as long as you can get things done, it's all my heart sick here......"

Hua Hongying's other skills are not good, and she is absolutely first-class in her words and appearances, and she has made quite accurate judgments based on Ding Xiaocong's demeanor and demeanor, which is simply amazing.

Ding Xiaocong breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed Hua Hongying and walked back together, and began to narrate the truth of this so-called "reincarnation bureau", of course, he would never say anything about destroying people's ancestral graves, although he is not very old, he knows the severity.

Listening to it, Hua Hongying's mouth opened wider and wider, and she was shocked beyond measure, no one could have imagined that there was such a thing hidden in this Feng Shui blessed land in the eyes of outsiders.

At this time, they happened to walk to the hot spring well in the village, Hua Hongying pointed to the well, and then to the old village chief's house, and finally sighed heavily, "Master shallot, let's do this thing secretly, don't tell anyone about it......"

Indeed, once the people in the village understand the truth, it is difficult to imagine what the consequences will be, and they will not have anything to do.

Then Hua Hongying was curious again and asked, "Why doesn't that Taoist priest's soul swallow the yin soul, and spend so much effort to set up this game, what is the benefit of swallowing the soul with yang energy?" ”

Generally, a powerful soul, as long as there is enough Yin Soul to swallow, can live for a long, long time, far beyond the physical body, there is really no need to spend this effort, but Hua Hongying doesn't understand, it does this, it has its own purpose.

"This guy killed himself and turned him into a soul, and then he kept swallowing the soul of yang energy, he wanted to become an immortal!" Ding Xiaocong looked left and right to see no one, and leaned closer and whispered.

"Become an immortal!" Hua Hongying jumped away as if she had been burned, and asked in disbelief: "How can you become an immortal, do you have to kill yourself first?" ”

"What do you think?" Ding Xiaocong glanced at him, this safflower immortal is too uninformed, throughout the ages, but all the legendary immortals basically kill themselves first, this is called "autopsy into immortals" or "feathering", here it has become "tree", in fact, it is a meaning. can really become an immortal in the flesh, after three thousand years, you can count it on one hand, and most of them are fake, and the only real person is the founder of Wudang - Zhang Sanfeng.

And there is also a problem, the so-called Heavenly Court definitely does not exist, no one can tell what is in the fairy world, Ding Xiaocong even suspects that the so-called immortal is actually eternal existence in another way, such as stones, air, and ...... Or something inexplicable, all in all, which appeals to him at all.

Of course, the above is just his conjecture, what it is, no one can say, those who have become immortals in legends have never seen anyone come back.

It is true that the soul devouring the yin soul can live for a long, long time, but if you want to go further, you can only be a yang soul, and when it reaches the level of "yang", it is said that it will become an immortal...... This Yang Soul has been in the village for five hundred years, and it is indeed getting more and more powerful, but halfway through the master, Cheng Xian has no hope, and he has no hope of letting the big stone mill grind all day long, which is unspeakably miserable.