Jiang Xue Sword

The sword light dragged a meteor-like tail feather, and it was cold and chilly. Wherever it passed, no fire would be generated. In the blink of an eye, most of the flames were extinguished, and it flew straight towards them.

Shen Leyan had been in this world for less than half a month. In the sect, he had only seen the inner sect cultivators flying with swords. This was the first time he saw such a sword technique that was like a movie special effect. He whispered “Wow”.

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Senior brother: “This, this, this… This can’t be, can it be the Sect Master’s Jiang Xue Sword…”

After the senior brother muttered to himself, he suddenly glanced at him from the side, with a mysterious look.

Shen Leyan: “?”

“Tell me the truth, junior brother, do you have any relationship with the Sect Master?”

Does the relationship between reader and character in the book count?

Shen Leyan shook his head honestly.

 Senior Brother’s expression became more mysterious: “Don’t worry, I won’t tell on 

you – who is the Sect Master to you? Your father? I haven’t heard that the Sect Master married and had children…”

Shen Leyan: “…”

The sword light didn’t fall until it was less than an inch away from them, like a heavy snow.

The strange villagers who surrounded them and drooled about eating human meat barbecue also turned into ashes.

After the falling crystal white snow mixed with the embers and black ashes of the fire dispersed, the surrounding scene suddenly changed rapidly like a fading mural. The burned house disappeared, and the pungent smoke left by the fire disappeared.

Shen Leyan looked around. They were still standing at the entrance of the cellar. In front of them was the thatched house where the injured were placed. It was intact and quiet, but the rain soaked their hair and clothes through the wide bluestone slabs.

The fire just now was… an illusion?

 The senior brother wiped the rain off his face: “There are only a handful of demons that can cast illusions in Jiuzhou… How could the cultivators who came last night not notice it?”

Shen Leyan looked at the ice crystal floating in front of his eyes, which had not dissipated for a long time. It should be the remnant of the sword light, as if signaling them to follow it.

The ice crystal guided them all the way to the ancestral hall in the village. Shen Leyan faintly smelled a smell similar to the incense burning in the Zen temple. He was cautious and whispered to the senior brother.

“It seems that there is someone inside. I’ll be guarding outside. Senior brother, go and call all the senior brothers and sisters.”

The senior brother nodded and ran to call for help.

Half a minute later, the senior brother came with more than 20 sleepy outer disciples of Yunxi Sect.

Hearing that there might be something fishy in the ancestral hall, the young and energetic disciples in their twenties immediately broke into the door.

 Shen Leyan followed at the back stealthily. As soon as he entered the ancestral hall, he heard the senior brothers and sisters in front shouting.

“How dare you do evil worship in the village?!”

“Quickly control them all and report to the sect immediately!”

The so-called evil worship refers to worshiping evil gods.

Evil gods are often gods disguised by demons who covet the power of incense. On the one hand, they use the demon power to give believers some benefits, such as gold, silver, treasures, fame and fortune. On the other hand, they use this to develop believers and obtain more incense offerings to improve their cultivation.

In the center of the ancestral hall, there are more than a dozen wooden tablets. Unlike ordinary tablets, those wooden tablets are all dark red, as if they were stained with layers of blood.

In front of the tablets, the old people, including the village chief, are kowtowed and kneeling devoutly, burning incense and praying, and chanting.

They stay up late at night to worship here.

 No wonder the senior brothers and sisters thought they were doing evil sacrifices.

They didn’t expect the disciples of Yunxi Sect to suddenly break in. While the villagers were stunned, they were already held down by several disciples with their arms.

All the incense in their hands that had not been completely burned fell to the ground and suddenly extinguished.

The senior brothers and sisters were indignant.

“We gave you food and herbs with good intentions, settled the wounded, and rebuilt the thatched houses, but you actually did evil sacrifices behind our backs?!”

“Evil sacrifices are life-threatening, don’t you know?!”

Shen Leyan stood behind the crowd, quietly observing the expression of the village chief.

When the old village chief was arrested, his expression did not fluctuate much except for surprise, as if he had expected that the matter would be exposed one day. But when he saw the incense in his hand fall to the ground and break and extinguish instantly, his turbid eyes suddenly surged with a complex emotion of surprise, fear, and sadness.

 He fell to the ground and tried to pick up the broken incense sticks and relight them.

“This is not an evil sacrifice, we are not doing evil sacrifices!”

The old village chief’s voice was hoarse. He struggled hard to break free from the two Yunxi Sect disciples behind him, and picked up the incense sticks on the ground.

Unfortunately, those incense sticks could no longer be lit.

The blood-colored tablets in front of them also faded a little bit with the passage of time, and under the old village chief’s tearful gaze, they became ordinary brown wooden tablets.

“Son… my son…”

The old village chief suddenly burst into tears, grabbing the incense ashes on the ground with his hands.

“My son… Dad is sorry for you…”

The other villagers in the ancestral hall also lowered their heads and wiped their tears, crying out.

Shen Leyan chatted with the system Xiaodu for a while, and finally remembered some of the original plot from the old village chief’s words, which could match this incident.

It was mentioned in the original book that a small village under Yunxi Sect would have a big fire every three years, killing more than ten people. When the cultivators went to rescue people, they could not find any demon power fluctuations with the demon-hunting compass, so they thought it was just an accident caused by the villagers accidentally turning over the candle.

Until one time, the outer disciples of Yunxi Sect went to the village to deliver medicine. All of them died in the sea of ​​fire.

The first disciple of the sect master, Zheng Ziheng, came to the village to investigate in person, and found that the fire in the village was not caused by demons. When the fire broke out for the first time, the village chief’s son died from fighting the fire. He became resentful and trapped more than ten souls who were supposed to be reincarnated here.

After the souls wandered in the human world for a long time, their minds would all dissipate, and they would only repeat the pain of death over and over again.

 Therefore, the scene of the fire on that day will be repeated every three years in the village. The souls can continue to stay in the world by devouring new lives, instead of being reduced to ashes.

The old village chief and several villagers who lost their children had long noticed this matter, but they couldn’t bear to see their “children” souls scattered. Every time when the fire scene was repeated, they would come to the ancestral hall to burn incense and offer sacrifices to help these souls who had long lost their minds to create a fire scene illusion.

Perhaps he was in a daze for a long time, and his senior brother turned his head and looked at him with concern.

He pulled the corner of his lips, smiled back, and mouthed “I’m fine”.

That is to say…if he was not a soul from another world who traveled through time and changed the trajectory of this matter, his senior brothers and sisters would all die tonight.

Just as he was calming down a little melancholy in his heart, a skinny hand suddenly grabbed his trouser leg.

 It was the old village chief. He had fallen to the ground without knowing when. One hand tightly grasped a handful of incense ash, and the other hand grasped his trouser leg. He seemed to have made up his mind. The tears on his wrinkled face had not dried yet, but his expression was calm.

“I knew it a long time ago… this matter would be discovered one day.

If no one died in the village tonight, his son’s soul would be scattered and he would disappear from the world…

Fortunately, he had buried gunpowder under the floor tiles of the ancestral hall. It was for today… No one can stop him from saving his son!!!”