rebuild hell

Chapter 003 To Dream

On the way to the new grave of Mr. Zhang, Feng Chuyou took out the jade book in his pocket and looked at it carefully for a long time. I saw something different.

"This thing actually absorbs my divine power?"

Originally, he just wanted to try it out, but he found that the jade book in his hand was like a bottomless pit, so Feng Chuyou hurriedly cut off the teleportation divine power. Now his incense and vows are scarce, so he can't waste it like this.

But apart from verifying that it is not common for the jade book to absorb divine power, Feng Chuyou didn't see anything special after reading it for a long time.

"Forget it, I can always figure it out later."

Carefully putting the jade book away, Feng Chuyou quickened his pace towards Mr. Zhang's new grave.

Soon, he came to the grave of Mr. Zhang. Looking at the new grave just laid today, there was a slight crack on the tombstone, even if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see it.

"Sure enough, there will be problems with burial near the temple." Feng Chuyou frowned as he looked at these tiny fine lines. Who the hell chose this land for Mr. Zhang knowing such a simple taboo?The inexplicable Feng Chuyou smelled a hint of conspiracy.

After looking at it carefully for a while, Feng Chuyou suddenly gasped, "These are... what?"

Feng Chuyou saw that after a long time, a golden light would emerge from the small crack on the black tombstone, and the appearance of that golden light would repair the crack.

After noticing the golden light, Feng Chuyou also looked at the condensed 'smoke' on the graveyard. As time went by, Feng Chuyou saw how often the golden light appeared, whether it was in the crack or in the 'smoke' There are more, although it is much less than the golden light of the billowing smoke, but it can already be clearly noticed.

After concentrating for a while, Feng Chuyou let out his perception, and when his perception touched the golden light, the words 'golden light of merit' automatically appeared in his mind.

Feng Chuyou's eyes are shining, the golden light of merit, sincerity is called merit, and the best is called virtue. This is the purest kind of energy, and according to the current situation, this golden light is not too small. It can be said that Mr. Zhang has great merit and community man of.

"There are still a few days until the first seven days of Mr. Zhang..."

Feng Chuyou's expression froze, and an extremely serious expression appeared on his face. With a wave of his hand, the household registration record immediately appeared in his hand. He quickly searched the household registration record in his hand, and Feng Chuyou found it on the ninth page. Mr. Zhang's name: Zhang Wenxian. At this time, these three words have become gray, indicating that this person is dead. The household registration records other than the name are blurred, as if the paper is soaked in water.

"It's still not enough incense." Shaking his head, Feng Chuyou frowned, thinking about something.

After a while, Feng Chuyou closed the household register in his hand, and made a decision in his heart.

"Even those with meritorious virtues can't be reincarnated after death, but their souls will be scattered. What kind of nonsense is this? I couldn't help it before, but now I want to give it a try!"

In an instant, Feng Chuyou was enlightened, and his energy and spirit changed a little.

Feng Chu closed his eyes, thinking back to the past when he attended the funeral and saw that the condensed smoke disappeared on the seventh day. At that time, he would always be shrouded in powerlessness and despair, and in the next few years, he would appear inexplicably. Pain, and a serious illness after the event, which also made his grandfather prohibit him from attending any funerals after he was ten years old.

Opening his eyes again, Feng Chuyou glanced at the condensed and entangled smoke on the graveyard before turning around and leaving.

There are still three days before the first seven, and he doesn't have much time.

By the time Feng Chuyou returned to his home in Yunlai Village, it was already midnight.After nightfall, seeing his family entering the small courtyard, Feng Chuyou sighed, "I haven't been back for three years."

Looking at the somewhat dilapidated house, Feng Chuyou's mind moved, as if in the Earth Temple, a gust of wind blew by, and the whole house seemed to have been washed by water, and all the accumulated dust disappeared.

"Is this one of the benefits of becoming a land god?" Feng Chuyou walked towards the inner room with a chuckle.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Feng Chuyou didn't go to the west wing where he used to live, but walked to the north room. It used to be his grandfather's residence, but after his grandfather disappeared three years ago, the north room became his This Feng family is now the residence of the head of the family, although he is the only one in the so-called Feng family now.

Looking at the familiar objects and decorations in the house, Feng Chuyou was somewhat sad. Until now, he still didn't understand why his grandfather disappeared and why he was asked to leave his hometown three years ago.

"Grandpa, I have become the land god of our Yunlai Village."

The words came out, but they were just talking to himself, no one in the room could respond to him, and it was impossible for him to tell anyone about it.

Gathering up his overflowing thoughts, Feng Chuyou sat cross-legged on the bed, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "Let's begin."

This is the first time he has used the ability of the land god. Of course, the previous kind of borrowing divine power to clean the house is not counted. Only two wisps of incense and vow power can be used as a wisp of divine power.

What he has to do now is to have a dream, let several people receive his dream at the same time, and then these people will reunite tomorrow, and when the thing about the dream is true, the deeds of the land god will be spread again in Yunlai Village Come.

This time, the chosen targets for dreaming are several important figures in the Zhang family, including old and young, Zhang Xiaochen is one of them, the other is his father Zhang Mingzuo, and the remaining three are elderly people in the family.

……

As the eldest son, Zhang Mingzuo was very busy during the three days of the old man's death, and never stopped for a moment. Today, after the funeral for the old man, he can rest for a while. Even if he lay down for the first three days, it was just a doze. Not sure when there will be something that needs him to deal with.

The thunder and lightning at night terrified the entire Yunlai Village. Even Zhang Mingzuo, an atheist, was in a trance by the sudden wrath of heaven and earth, so that he couldn't sleep well at night.

But in his vague dream, a man dressed in ancient costumes, holding a wooden staff, and whose face could not be seen appeared in front of him.

"Son of Zhang Wenxian, my father's burial place violated the taboo of gods and spirits. If things go on like this, he fears that his family will be harmed for generations. I think of your father's great merits and virtues that benefit the community. This god is not willing to let his family suffer from this disaster. I will tell you, It's up to you to handle it yourself."

The person in the dream gradually disappeared after saying this, and Zhang Mingzuo, who was supposed to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, feeling a little surprised and uncertain about what happened in the dream just now.

Zhang Xiaochen and several other old people were in the same situation as him. Zhang Xiaochen didn't take it seriously at all, while the several old people were all panicked and inexplicable.

……

After finishing the first dream, Feng Chuyou breathed a sigh of relief. He chose the less clear dream, but even if it was only the lowest level of dream, he almost used up his remaining incense and wish power , which made Feng Chuyou somewhat distressed.

"I hope these five people won't lose the chain tomorrow, otherwise I will really be busy in vain."

Seeing that it was already late at night, Feng Chuyou simply lay sideways on the bed, pulled off the quilt beside him and fell asleep in a daze.

He had just finished entrusting the dream to others, and the nightmare that had followed him for three years in his own dream came again tonight.

But this time the things in the dream were clearer than in the previous three years. Although I could only see some figures vaguely, it was much better than hearing some voices before. The vague dream seemed to describe something The scene, the whole dream is full of sadness, and the sobbing tunes sing broken and withered songs, as if they are singing for someone.

That feeling made Feng Chuyou more uncomfortable than the darkness before. He wanted to shout out, but it seemed that his throat was blocked.

When he woke up the next day, when Feng Chuyou opened his eyes, his whole body was numb, and he couldn't recover for a long time. All he could feel was that the pillow was wet, which was soaked by his tears. There is still some sadness left.

'Go and collect incense and vows, everything depends on you to rebuild and pursue...'

This is the only sound he remembers after waking up, the sound that appeared in the dream.

"Who are you……"