Only 3,800 miles north of the eastern capital, there is a small island, like most small islands that are not famous and have few resources, this small island that the locals may not be able to call the official name, and there are not even a few monks.

The island is only hundreds of miles long, and most of the monks who come and go are in the east, west, and south directions, and those who go to the north will not stop here, and those who come from the north will not settle here when the east capital is close at hand.

Therefore, most of the people who live here are mortals, and there are some beginner friars, who have some ideals and ambitions, and the little friars who can get started will try their best to leave here and go to a broader place with more resources.

The era lived and multiplied here, only a few mortals remained, and the vast majority of mortals had never left the island in their entire lives, and it was good to be able to walk from the south to the north of the island.

Because of its proximity to the Eastern Capital, the climate is peaceful, there are no storms or rainstorms all year round, and no one will do so close to the Eastern Capital of Da Ying.

The real reason why Emperor Ying set up an eastern capital here is that few people know, and most of them feel that the eastern capital on the sea is just to defend the east of Daying.

But what is there to defend in the east, and then the lords and island owners of the East China Sea in the east, who dares to bare their teeth at Da Ying, they fight dog brains in the East China Sea, and they don't dare to casually cross a step into Da Ying's territory.

At the beginning, Dingtiansi just came to a first-class foreign marquis, and they all had to wait carefully.

In order to guard against those people, a special eastern capital was set up, and many forces in the East China Sea heard this, and they all had to lie on the ground and tremble and reply: You are too popular.

The real reason is just to commemorate the mother of the old prince.

She can be said to be the only person who has ever cared about Emperor Ying's brilliant but cold life.

Emperor Ying just wanted to do this, and he didn't need to tell others the reason, but when he got to his position, he would have a professional sycophant of the God Dynasty to write an 8,000-word interpretation.

The real reason is becoming more and more unknown and no one believes it.

Qin Yang restrained all his breath in advance, and took an ordinary fishing boat to board this nameless island.

On the small dock, there is the breath of mortal life, busy people, sweating, working for a living.

Qin Yang got off the boat, even if he had gathered all his strength and changed to an ordinary appearance, he still quickly attracted the attention of a person.

An old man holding a cigarette bag and pot with cloudy eyes walked over with a leaning body, arched his hand in a similar manner, and asked in official dialect with a local accent.

"This little brother, what are you doing on our island?"

"Find a relative. Qin Yang replied politely.

"Which one are you looking for? Tell me, the people on the island, I probably have some impressions, even if it's any one I go out, I have an impression, you tell me first. "The old man is still a little wary.

Qin Yang couldn't cry or laugh, yes, he understood, there are too few fresh faces coming and going here, and between the hundred and eighty miles, they have an impression of each other, especially this wharf, and the fresh faces are probably easier to attract attention.

When he came, he always thought about not being tracked, but he didn't expect that here, a mortal would see it first.

"I came to find an old man, he is old, he is not in good health, he has to come back here, I don't worry, come and see him. ”

"Who is he?"

"His mother is my sister of the same generation, and he is my nephew according to his generation. Qin Yang thought about it and told the truth.

"Oh, then come with me. When the old man heard this, he immediately let down his vigilance.

This time, Qin Yang was a little confused.

"I can see at a glance that you, a foreigner, must be from a big family, different from our people, the old brother you said, who came back a few years ago, is a lot older, and has to live alone, it looks quite pitiful, but the old man can see that the old brother must be from a rich family, and he can't even grow green onions. ”

"Eighty miles away in Sunjiazhuang, the people over there are just like you, the difference in seniority is very far, there is a little doll, the seniority is two generations higher than the old man, you want to say that you are the younger generation of the old brother, the old man is willing to believe it, if he has a descendant, no matter how unfilial he is, he will not let the old brother live in this person for several years......"

"There are very few outsiders in us, and there are people from outside a few years ago, who have deceived several young people, if you have bad intentions, the old man can see it......"

The old man puffed on the cigarette pouch and pot, took Qin Yang by the dock, and got on the ox cart with the wind, chattering along the way, using his wisdom that has gone through the years, saying why he believes in Qin Yang and why he is vigilant.

Qin Yang listened quietly on the side, but he didn't feel bored, but felt that he had seen too many treacherous, ruthless and vicious people, this kind of old man among mortals, but he felt comfortable chattering.

Without cultivation, relying on the wisdom of life, you can see whether a person has malicious intentions and whether he is a villain.

Regardless of whether it was blown or not, at least Qin Yang did not have any ill will towards this place, and he didn't even want anyone to disturb the peace here.

The ox cart was swaying, the world was far away, Qin Yang's heart had become a lot calmer, and his mind, which had been tense, also became relaxed, lying in the bumpy ox cart, and fell asleep unconsciously.

The old man holding the cigarette bag and pot was talking and talking, but he didn't hear it, and when he looked back, Qin Yang slept very peacefully, and couldn't help laughing, revealing his yellowed front teeth, and waved the cigarette bag pot to the driver who was driving the car very proudly.

"Look, don't be wrong, Lao Tzu's tricks are very powerful, this doll is not a villain at first glance. ”

The driver who drove the car stretched his neck and looked back, and also laughed, and when driving, he also slowed down a little to make the ox cart drive more steadily.

The slow ox cart shook for a full hour before it stopped in front of the small hut at the foot of the mountain.

The coachman sat on the side of the car and took a nap, the old man leaned on the stone on the side of the road, basking in the sunset, snorting the cigarette pouch pot, and the afterglow of the scorching sun shone on Qin Yang's face, as if his face was shrouded in a faint halo.

At this moment, he was as quiet as a sleeping child.

That layer of faint halo slowly converged, and it didn't enter Qin Yang's eyebrows, and at this time, Qin Yang slowly moved his eyelids.

The old man holding the cigarette pouch and pot not far away turned his head to look, and the coachman also raised his eyelids.

Qin Yang woke up from sleep, his head seemed to be much lighter, and his consciousness seemed to have been removed from the shackles, as if there was an invisible shackle that had finally dissipated.

Coming back to his senses, looking at the old man who was basking in the sunset and smoking dry cigarettes, as well as the soot sprinkled on the ground, Qin Yang hurriedly got up.

"Old man, I'm sorry to delay your time......"

Before he finished speaking, the old man waved his hand, disapproving.

"When I was young, I wanted to do so much, I finally got some sleep, it was not easy, we didn't have anything to do here, just wait a minute. As he spoke, the old man pointed to the small hut at the foot of the mountain: "The person you are looking for is there, you can go." ”

The old man dropped this sentence, called the coachman, muttered in the local dialect that he didn't know what to say to the coachman, and the two left in an ox cart.

Qin Yang touched his head, feeling that there was something changing, but he couldn't say it, he looked up at the thatched house in the distance, and saw that in the fence yard, the old prince walked to the door, smiled at him, and waved his hand, looking like an ordinary old farmer who had lived here for a long time.

After some years, the old prince looked even older, his face and skin were covered with old age spots, and his old age could be seen with the naked eye, and there was already a sense of decay that was about to enter the ground.

But this time, he didn't feel anything gloomy, his eyes that had lost their agility, and there was a sense of relief that he had seen through everything.

"I thought you weren't coming. The old prince looked very relaxed, as if he had seen an old friend, led Qin Yang into the gate, and sat down in front of the table polished with tree roots in the courtyard.

"I grew it myself, and it tasted good. ”

Qin Yang felt a little weird, the current old prince could no longer see the shadow of the prince back then.

Qin Yang picked up something that looked like a tomato and a gourd, and asked casually while eating.

"I heard you've been here for a few years, haven't you been out there much?"

"I've been to the places I want to see, not as good as I thought, or you earn me, it's not interesting, I just came here a few days ago, stayed for a few years, plain, quiet, don't think about anything, I can live the last days with peace of mind, but I think it's very good. ”

The old prince took a bite of the fruits and vegetables he had grown, and smiled very happily.

"I grow it myself, and it tastes different. ”

"I should have three months left, I thought you couldn't come, I have arranged the aftermath myself, the people here are very good, there is a carpenter, help me lay the longevity materials, the old man who sent you here, also helped me discuss with the village, I can choose a cemetery there in the future, and the future generations can also bring it to worship when they are eating in the Qingming cold......"

The old prince seemed to be in a good mood and said these little things, and the folds of laughter on his face never dissipated.

Qin Yang understood that he had really seen it, and he could already accept this result calmly, or rather, this was the result he wanted.

The death at this moment is no longer the death he chose in order to make a choice for himself.

Qin Yang originally had a bunch of words to say, but now he swallowed them back.

Three months, he can afford to wait.

What was said at the beginning must always be done.

Doing it himself, relying on his own hands, he also built a small wooden house next to it, and lived next to the old prince.

Every day, I followed the old prince to the field to take care of the crops, regardless of whether those crops could wait until the day of harvest.

It's okay anymore, just walk around the nearby villages, chatting with the old man Kong who can't be idle all day, and listening to him say all kinds of new things in ten miles and eight towns.

After a month, an old man in the village died, and he wanted to help, but when he saw the children of the old man, he was crying breathlessly, and he was chattering and comforting other family members......

Looking at the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of these people, when Qin Yang saw the corpse for the first time, he had no idea of going to the funeral in person.

As the days passed, Qin Yang was accustomed to not using the power of a monk, only relying on a pair of hands to do something, just like when he first came to this world, he could only grit his teeth, enter a place where there was an epidemic, and carry a dead corpse out for burial.

The dull and quiet days passed quickly, very quickly, three months passed, and after Qin Yang woke up, he was ready to follow the old prince to do a day's work as usual.

But today, when he got up, he found that there was no movement on the old prince's side.

Qin Yang didn't think much about it, and was still a little puzzled that the old prince got up a little late today, entered the old prince's small courtyard, and after pushing the door open, he saw the old prince lying on a simple bamboo bed, silent.

He was wearing simple but clean old clothes, and his expression was serene, just like the old man who Qin Yang had seen two months ago.

Qin Yang walked to the side of the bed, and was stunned for a long time before remembering that it had been three months.

"That's ...... Let's go. ”

Qin Yang took out a good coffin prepared in advance, thought about it and put it away, walked next door, took out the longevity materials prepared by the old prince himself, put the old prince's cover in it, and then put the old prince's body in.

After doing all this, Qin Yang held the old prince's hand, took a light breath, and activated the skill.

Two purple balls of light.

In one of the light balls, there is a skill book, the name is Mending Heaven Immortal Classic, but unfortunately it is only a fragment.

Qin Yang slapped it directly into his head and didn't look at it.

In the other purple ball of light, there was a small blood-colored snake with no substance, the small snake coiled into a snake formation, trapped in the purple ball of light, and even held its head high, constantly spitting snake letters at Qin Yang, making a hissing sound.

Qin Yang casually crushed the ball of light and completed the refining at the same time.

The moment the blood-colored snake turned into invisible, it turned into a blood-colored snake again and appeared in Qin Yang's palm.

Qin Yang took out a small gourd, let the little snake that had been refined get into it, and put it away first.

didn't have time to pay attention to these, Qin Yang began to be busy with the old prince's funeral.

Originally, it was planned to build the safest mausoleum for the old prince, erasing all traces and making it impossible for people to find.

But thinking that the old prince had said several times before, he was very satisfied with his own arrangement, and an ordinary burial mound was enough.

Qin Yang still gave up his original plan.

found the help of the old man Kong, and buried the old prince in a small earthen bag in a place selected in advance in the village.

Looking at the tomb in front of him, Qin Yang was a little distracted, I'm afraid no one could have imagined that the prince of the dignified Ying God Dynasty would be buried with a group of mortals after death.

Even when others come to worship the ancestors, they need to bring some paper to the upper pillar incense.

The old prince is still dead after all, Qin Yang took the ox cart again, followed the old man Kong, and went to the dock, he should also leave.

Walking on the road, Old Man Kong took a puff of cigarette and said a steady sentence casually.

"If you can live to this age, you can still think about it, and it can be regarded as earning, otherwise, if you live for a long time, you can't ask for it, and you won't live in peace, what's the point, this old brother can really see it, he has no regrets, it's good."

If you don't want to fight in the future, come here to retire, if the old man is still alive, he will also find a good cemetery for you. ”

Qin Yang couldn't cry or laugh, and arched his hand to express his gratitude.

Leaving the island in a fishing boat again, the moment he stepped back into the air, he finally noticed the changes in his body.

After three months of precipitation, the daily sunrise and sunset rest, the soul condensed, and the Shenhai, which had been changed too much, was expanded several times.

And after the precipitation of consciousness, it seems to have been condensed, and more importantly, he feels that his thinking about words and words has advanced silently in the past few months when he didn't think about anything.

Moreover, pushing open the White Jade Divine Gate, which is progressing very slowly, has also advanced the process of enlightenment for nearly a hundred years.

According to the original speculation, it would take at least 500 years of retreat to fully comprehend it.

Qin Yang was secretly frightened, he didn't even notice what happened.

Recalling everything on the island, Qin Yang quickly thought of a person, the old man Kong who could speak official dialect with an accent.

It seems that every time he can't sink his heart, he will see this old man Kong, and every time he will smell the inferior dry tobacco in the pot of Old Man Kong's cigarette bag.

When he was on the island, except for the old prince, he didn't even care much about what he touched, and he forgot about it when he turned his head.

Now I remember everything.

Qin Yang understood that this was the meeting of a real master.

Turning around and looking in the direction of the island, Qin Yang wanted to thank him in person, but after thinking about it, he stopped the idea and just bowed in the direction of the island.

Fly up and head to the Eastern Capital.

I just arrived in the Eastern Capital here, and immediately received a bunch of the latest news.

The progress is going well from the capital, and the Huang family has indeed made great efforts, in addition, there is also the latest news, which is a distress letter from Senior Brother Zhang.