When she yelled at her like this, I especially regretted asking her that sentence, and suddenly felt that I was very bored and dirty.

But although I think so in my heart, when I go to the toilet and take a bath, I am still very uncomfortable, although I also know that Xian'er will not peek, but when I take a bath, I feel as if there are a pair of eyes behind me, staring at me all the time.

After dinner in the morning, I went to Master's room to play, and my Master was sitting on the bed again, staring at the black gossip mirror in a daze. Uncle Zhao was still sleeping, and I found that when he slept, he covered his face with a quilt, and his thin and big feet were exposed.

I took a dry bath towel from the bathroom, originally planned to help my uncle cover his feet, although the hotel was much warmer than outside, but now after all, it is a cold winter, I am afraid that my uncle will catch a cold.

But as soon as I walked to Uncle Zhao's bed, my Uncle Zhao suddenly lifted the quilt, and I saw that his eyes were rolling, only half of the whites of his eyes were exposed. I was startled, but before it was over, I saw him suddenly straighten his arms as if trying to grab something.

His body trembled violently, and he inhaled heavily, and the hoarse "uh-uh-" sound made my scalp tingle.

At that time, my Uncle Zhao looked like a corpse.

But after a few minutes, Uncle Zhao's body softened again, and when his two hands fell, I found that his chest had no heaving.

Uncle Zhao is dead!

I looked at my master nervously, and when I saw my master sigh, he stood up and put the quilt on Uncle Zhao again.

After that, my master sat back on his bed as if he was fine, and complained to me: "Your Uncle Zhao is like this, don't worry about him." Alas, I shouldn't have shared a room with him, and I didn't get a good night's sleep. ”

At this time, Zhao Shibo lifted the quilt himself, covered his face with the quilt, and a pair of big feet were exposed again.

My heart was still trembling for a while, so I heard my master say: "Your Uncle Zhao followed your ancestor to the tomb in his early years, and he was hit by a very strong corpse, although he saved his life in the end, but people have become like this. Fortunately, his longevity is still long, and he will not die in the next few decades. ”

When my master said this, his tone was very relaxed, as if he had long been accustomed to Uncle Zhao's appearance.

When I heard Master mention my ancestor again, I couldn't help but ask, "Master, who is my ancestor?" ”

Master looked up at me and said, "Your ancestor, he passed away more than 20 years ago, and we have rules in the Soul Village, except for our first ancestor, fifteen years after the death of our ancestors, his name is not allowed to be mentioned by future generations." This rule was set by the first ancestor when he established the Soul Village. After death, the soul returns to the Nine Springs, and no longer mentions the name, which is also to prevent them from living uneasily in the underworld, and always worry about the affairs of the yang world. ”

Hearing what my master said, I had a lot of questions in my heart, so I asked Master, "Master, is there really a Nine Springs and a Hades?" Let's say the name of the ancestor, and the ancestor can hear it? If there is a netherworld, is there a fairy in the sky, I remember Xian'er said that she would have had a chance to become an immortal, if she became an immortal, would she be able to live forever? Where will she go, where the gods live? What is the underworld like, and what is the place where the gods live? ”

I threw out so many questions in a row, and my master was also confused.

My master pondered for a long time before he said to me, "Xian'er, she said she can become an immortal? I hadn't heard her say it before. God, immortal, we don't study that in this vein, some things are really hard to say. And cultivating to become an immortal, although there were some legends in ancient times, but legends are legends after all, most of them are true and false, and they can't be taken too seriously. ”

At this time, Xian'er spoke: "What about the underworld, is there really a underworld?" ”

My master could hear what she said, and I saw that my master nodded, shook his head, and said, "It's not easy to say." Over the years, to be honest, I have encountered few ghosts, and most of the people I usually deal with are some evil corpses. But all corpses are things in the yang world, but judging from the classics of the upright lineage, evil corpses should be things that are not accepted by the yin and yang worlds. So, the underworld probably exists. Aren't you a ghost yourself, and don't you know if there is a netherworld? ”

Xian'er sighed: "I can't tell you clearly. In the past, I seemed to be able to really feel the existence of the underworld, and that feeling was indescribable, it was ...... It's just that there is a kind of aura with a very heavy yin qi calling me and letting me pass. I could feel it, but I didn't know where it was, and as I stayed in the sun for longer and longer, it became weaker and weaker. ”

My master nodded: "Well, the aura that summoned you may not come from the underworld, a place like the Mass Grave Mountain, where the yin qi is extremely heavy, and it is easy to recruit ghosts to stay there." I heard that there is a saying, you still have a chance to become an immortal, in this world, is there really an immortal? ”

Only then did I realize that my master also had a lot of questions about these things.

But for this, Xian'er couldn't give a clear answer, she just said: "A long time ago, my master was an earth immortal, but usually the mountain spirit and wild monster in the mountains said that she was an earth immortal, and no one has ever seen what the real earth fairy looks like." And my master didn't live forever, he lived for hundreds of years before he passed away. I was only about to reach my master's cultivation at the beginning, so I felt that I was about to cultivate into an earth immortal, but whether the so-called earth immortal was an immortal or not, I couldn't tell. ”

After a long time, Xian'er's so-called becoming an immortal turned out to be like this.

Is the snake spirit of the baby river still the river god, after all, is it not a snake spirit?

I thought so in my heart, and muttered: "If you are about to become an immortal, my master is not a living immortal, otherwise you can't defeat my master." ”

Xian'er snorted sullenly: "People like you just can't communicate, don't talk to me!" ”

My master listened to the conversation between me and Xian'er, and he habitually lit the smoking pot and said to me with a smile: "There is a Tao, in our lineage, we didn't seek to become an immortal, but only focused on preaching, you, don't think so much." ”

I asked my master again, "Master, I've always heard you say the Tao, but what is the Tao of our vein?" ”

Master took a puff of smoke and said slowly, "Maybe it's your heart." ”

At this time, my Uncle Zhao suddenly "drunk" and yelled, sat up straight, and startled me.

Master Zhao looked at Master and me, looked out the window again, and let out a long breath.

Although it was winter, the sun outside the window was unusually full, and the sunlight shone on Zhao Shibo's face through the window, and there was a hint of ruddy on that pale face.

I still remember that after being stunned by the sun for a while, Uncle Zhao said softly: "It's better to be alive." ”

When he said this, something in my heart seemed to be opened.

This conversation with Master will have a great impact on my future life.

We don't seek to become immortals in this vein, and there is no case of becoming an immortal even from ancient times to the present, so who is this so-called preaching to be proved?

My master said, "The Tao may be my heart," and such an ambiguous answer made me even more confused. What is the original heart that Master is talking about? Is it just innate goodness and conscience? I don't think so.

But the answer to such a question can only be found by myself. My master won't solve my doubts, not because he doesn't want to, but because he doesn't know where the answers to these questions are.

After lunch, we hit the road. Because I didn't sleep well last night, after getting in the car, Master and I have been sleeping, and the worst is Senior Brother Zhuang, last night, he definitely didn't sleep well, but he still has to drive during the day.

When I arrived at the destination, it was night again, and it was still the accommodation arranged by Senior Brother Zhuang, which was still the kind of strange hotel with a small façade, dirty first floor, and no hole above the second floor.

I heard Senior Brother Zhuang say that in the whole country, most of the small hotels like this are the property of Jisoul Village, and these hotels are usually taken care of by the senior brothers of Yuxian lineage, and the money earned is divided equally among the three heads, as for the other doormen, if they want to live, they have to find other ways to make money.

Only then did I know why my master was not short of money. But this way of sharing accounts is really dark enough!

Of course, at that time, I wouldn't have known that the property of Jisoul Village was far more than just a few small inns. Although there are only about 30 people in the entire Soul Village, because of the particularity of the Soul Village, the usual expenses are extremely huge. Only a very small part of the money that my master and the other two masters received was their own, and the vast majority of it had to be used to support the daily expenses of the Soul Village.

Having said that, although there are many industries in Jisoulzhuang, the biggest source of income is the ghost market held on July 15 every year.

Among all the disciples in Jisoul Village, only we are not responsible for making money, but the things that can be sold at a high price in the ghost market often come from our lineage.

It can be said that among the three major veins of the Soul Village, the one that keeps the right is the most relaxed, but at the same time it is the most tiring.

Senior Brother Zhuang was tired all day, and as soon as I entered the hotel, I slept all the way in the car, which would be lively, and ran to find my master.

Except when my master forced me to practice and check my homework, I still liked to stay with him, and he would often tell me old stories that were too far away from me, so I usually just listened to them as stories.

I have to say that Master's story is very attractive to me.

Master's door was ajar and half hidden, and I went in without knocking.

At that time, my master and Uncle Zhao were discussing something, and when they saw me coming in, they immediately stopped talking, and the two of them looked at me vigilantly.