Weird Taoism: I became a god in a strange world

Chapter 225

Lin Huohuo jumped down from the bamboo building.

He nodded and walked towards the old fire pit.

After a long time, someone in Maozhuang was heard crying.

Maozhuang was in a mess for a while.

It should be the old sister-in-law that the old village chief mentioned.

The family had already prepared everything for her death.

After the person died, everything was prepared immediately.

Maozhuang rules:

No funeral will be held for the dead, and the dead will be buried immediately.

Soon, everyone in Maozhuang at home carried the deceased to the old fire pit.

I thought it would be a sad ceremony.

But I didn't expect it to start with a suona.

The suona player was a middle-aged man with a burly figure and a full chest.

He walked in front and played.

The suona was melodious and high, as if singing loudly.

It actually gave people a feeling that there was no joy in life and no pain in death.

The deceased was wrapped in white cloth and carried on a door panel.

Almost all the villagers came out and followed the team.

The children were jumping and skipping, naturally unaware of the righteousness between life and death.

The old village chief led the team in front, his face full of smiles, without any sadness.

The filial sons and grandsons carried the door panel, and they also did not cry.

The sound of the suona became more exciting from the previous high-pitched sound.

The closer the suona player got to the old fire pit, the higher the tune he played.

"Ancestors, open the fire pit and welcome the descendants!"

The old village chief shouted in front.

As the crowd got closer to the old fire pit, everyone's expressions became more relaxed.

Lin Huohuo and Lin Hun stood by the fire pit and observed.

Just as the group approached, they saw the sparks in the old fire pit suddenly light up.

Then sparks slowly lit up bit by bit.

The bright sparks influenced and ignited each other.

"Bang~"

The temperature of the entire old fire pit rose instantly.

When the air flow blew.

The high-temperature old fire pit burned instantly.

It caught fire without any warning.

There was no suitable fire source, and it burned completely relying on the thick layer of ash in the old fire pit.

"Old Ancestor, the fire pit is on, let's go home!"

The old village chief shouted again.

Someone behind him immediately came to the old fire pit to place offerings and light incense.

Everyone first kowtowed four times respectfully to the old fire pit.

The suona player next to him never stopped.

But after reaching the old fire pit, the sound became much quieter.

After lighting the incense, the smoke was actually sucked into the old fire pit.

Lin Huohuo was slightly surprised to see this scene next to him.

"Born in pain, die in joy!"

"The time has come, filial sons and grandsons, hurry into the pond!"

The old village chief stood up and shouted when he saw the time had come.

The descendants of the deceased held the corpse wrapped in a simple white cloth and gently placed it in the old fire pit.

Gusts of cold wind began to blow around.

The old fire pit burned more vigorously.

At this moment, the suona was replaced by the xun.

The sound was sobbing, like a ghost crying.

When the corpse entered the old fire pit.

Immediately, flames swept over and wrapped the corpse and burned it.

There was no need to add firewood or fuel, the old fire pit burned on its own.

The fire was very strong.

There was a strong meaning that could not be looked at directly.

The old fire pit woke up.

This supernatural phenomenon was normal in the eyes of the people of Maozhuang.

Because this was the ancestors coming to pick up the deceased.

"Kneel!"

The old village chief shouted.

The people of Maozhuang knelt down one after another.

They did not move in front of the old fire pit, not daring to raise their heads.

Something seemed to be whispering in the wind around them.

It was like a welcoming gong.

In short, when the deceased entered the old fire pit, the surroundings became lively.

It seemed that the ancestors of the deceased in Maozhuang really came out to greet her.

Lin Huohuo had been observing carefully.

When all this happened, her eyes became brighter and brighter.

The corners of her mouth curled up.

She smiled.

Before, Lin Huohuo looked up at the sky most of the time.

Or lowered her head to think about the fire pot, with a serious and serious look on her face.

At this moment, she smiled at the corpse in the old fire pit where Yuanyuan was burning.

Her eyes became brighter and brighter as she watched the burning corpse.

The people in Maozhuang knelt on the ground with deep respect and dared not raise their heads.

But she was laughing beside them.

It seemed that there was something extraordinary hidden in the wind around.

The whole scene gave people an unreal and weird feeling.

Especially the beautiful woman with brighter and brighter eyes staring at the burning corpse and the fire pit.

It seemed a bit crazy no matter how you looked at it.

"No wonder, they say the people in the Immortal Temple are crazy, it's true!"

Lin Hun also felt it when he saw this scene nearbyIt was a bit absurd.

Lin Huohuo's fire basin appeared in her hand.

Then something happened that shocked everyone.

Lin Huohuo stepped forward.

One step into the old fire pit that was burning vigorously.

"Ah..."

The old village chief fell to the ground with a plop.

He was so scared that his whole body trembled, and he pointed at Lin Huohuo who had entered the old fire pit and trembled all over.

"Big big..."

"Huohuo..."

The old village chief looked at Lin Hun for help.

I hope Lin Hun will save people quickly.

But Lin Hun shook his head calmly.

"Keep playing the xiao."

The person playing the xiao naturally didn't dare to stop after receiving Lin Hun's order.

The sobbing sound continued.

The wind around the old fire pit did not stop.

To say that the most shocked person in the whole venue was Lin Hun.

When he approached the old fire pit, he didn't feel anything special.

But when the suona started to blow.

When the offerings were ready.

When three incense sticks were lit.

When the body of the deceased entered the old fire pit.

When the sound of the flute was heard.

When the flames of the old fire pit began to burn the body of the deceased.

Everything changed.

This place instantly became a lively place from an ordinary village fire pit.

Under the "Jiao Lie", every detail was reflected.

Lin Hun really saw some shadowy figures emerging from the old fire pit.

One after another, old men emerged from the thick ashes of the old fire pit.

Layer upon layer, there were more than ten thousand.

These should be the dead ancestors of Maozhuang.

They really appeared and greeted the deceased with a smile.

Those ashes that rose without wind.

Those fires that were made without firewood.

Those silent but loud people.

These are all the ancestors of Maozhuang who walked out of the old fire pit.

Their appearance was to let the deceased finish his last journey in peace.

In the shadow of the flames.

In the shadow of the ashes.

In the shadow of the whispers.

The ancestors came out to welcome the departure of the deceased.

Life and death.

Through the carefully prepared sacrifices and the three incense sticks.

Those kneeling on the ground are the living, the filial sons and grandchildren.

Those burning in the fire are the deceased, the ancestors.

No malice.

Full of warmth.

The ordinary villagers of Maozhuang are used to all this.

They didn't think there was anything wrong.

Lin Hun was rarely moved.

What kind of world is this?

There is weirdness.

Why is there still supernatural?

Lin Hun doesn't understand.

He quietly feels everything in front of him.

Want to find his answer.

If I can't find it myself, maybe Lin Huohuo can do it?

Because at this moment, the smile on Lin Huohuo's face was so thick that it couldn't be melted away.

Because at this moment, Lin Huohuo stepped into the old fire pit.