I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Qilipu is a very typical local village.

　　 The entire village, all houses, are lined up side by side.

　　Most houses are very old courtyards.

　　 In the courtyard, the old people take care of the flowers and plants leisurely.

　　 The cats and dogs kept by the old people are basking in the sun at the gate of the yard.

　　Ling walked past these yards with his pet in his arms.

　　 The old people all looked up at him, with doubts in their eyes.

　　 "Whose child is that?" They thought to themselves, but few people really cared.

　　 Long ago, the rural villages in the Federal Empire had become nursing homes.

　　 When I was young, I went to work in the city. After retiring, I returned to my hometown in the countryside to grow flowers and grass. I played cards and fished with my old friends when I was free.

　　 As for the land?

　　 has long been leased to those fruit companies and vegetable companies.

　　 Therefore, in the traditional sense, the rural society of two or three hundred years ago had already collapsed.

　　 Until, they watched Ling Pian walk to the door of an old yard in the village, and skillfully took out the key to open the door.

　　The old people just realized it.

　　 "The child of the spirit family..."

　　 They whispered.

　　 The old people remembered the legends of the past, things they heard when they were young.

　　 At that time, the elders always taught them: "Don't go to that yard to play, know?"

　　 "The yard of the spirit house, don't go to the yard if you are okay..."

　　 As for the reason, there are different opinions.

　　 Some people say that the ancestors of the spirit family raised monsters and could eat people.

　　 Some people also say that the spiritual family knows spells, which offends him, and then he fetches a basin of water in his yard at night, and then he mutters a word, slaps him in the basin, and then you get sick...

　　 Some people say that the Ling family are monsters themselves.

　　Because someone once saw with their own eyes, a woman from the Ling family was dressing up on the windowsill, took a **** human skin off her face, put it on the table, took the eyebrow pencil to draw her eyebrows, and then glued it back.

　　 Anyway, Lingjia is a taboo in this village.

　　 Except for a few people who are close to the spirit family, almost no one dares to approach.

　　 The old people looked at the young man wearing glasses and hugging the kitten.

　　 was thinking of the legends that I had heard when I was a child.

　　 At this time, a child, holding a toy, rushed out of the house excitedly: "Grandpa...Grandpa..."

　　 "Look at my invincible speed car..."

　　 "Toot..."

　　 The old man immediately turned around and looked at his grandchildren with a smile: "It's amazing..."

　　 The little guy was very curious. He looked at the place where his grandfather had just looked, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Grandpa...Didn’t you say that the yard is dangerous and there are monsters, so we don’t want to play?"

　　 "How dare he go?"

　　 The old man smiled and touched his grandson's head: "He... he is from the spiritual family..."

　　 The little guy looked at the stranger who was opening the door in a clumsy manner.

　　 A very cute kitten immediately attracted his attention.

　　 "His cat is so beautiful!"

　　 Then the old man noticed the kitten squatting at the young man’s feet.

　　 Every hair is shining in the sun, as if there are colorful lights surrounding it.

　　 The little cat is extremely spiritual.

　　 Those pair of cat eyes, even in the sun, are as beautiful as gems.

　　 The old man was stunned...

　　 The legends from my childhood have come back to my heart.

　　 "The spirit family raises monsters..."

　　 "They can spell..."

　　 "The spirit family are monsters themselves!"

　　 He quickly grabbed his grandson: "My dear grandson, don't look, don't look..."

　　 "Go home with Grandpa to watch cartoons..."

　　 This kind of thing, I would rather believe it if there is something or not!

　　 No one will take risks with their offspring.

　　………………………………

　　 Ling safely opened the gate of the yard and walked in with his pet.

　　 This is a typical rural yard.

　　 The lawn in the yard is clean and free of weeds.

　　 In the middle of the yard, there is a well, a very old one.

　　 Ling walked over safely, opened the manhole cover, and looked at the well water inside. It was clear and very clean.

　　 Next to the well is a pavilion.

　　 He remembered that every time he came back when he was a child, he would sit in that gazebo at night and look at the sky and count the stars.

　　 That was one of his few hobbies when he was young.

　　 As a person who is extremely insensitive to mathematics, he can't even imagine having this hobby.

　　 sat on the clean railing of the pavilion, he looked at the gate of the ancestral house.

　　 The brass-colored wooden door is tightly locked.

　　He walked over and opened the door. There were a lot of God's master cards in the lobby, densely packed.

　　 This is also the purpose of most rural ancestral houses now-to worship ancestors!

　　Ling Ping An is an atheist.

　　 But like most people, he still respects his ancestors.

　　 So, he went forward, picked up a lighter on the altar table, and took out the incense candles from the altar table, inserted them into the incense burner, and lit them one by one.

　　 Then, he raised his head and looked at the divine master cards on it.

　　 These **** cards are all his direct ancestors.

　　 From the first generation to his parents, he has run through the Guangnan Ling family for more than two hundred years, almost nine generations.

　　 The plaque of the first ancestor is enshrined in the center.

　　 Then the descendants of each generation are sorted down from generation to generation in a special way.

　　 The father is on the left and the son is on the right.

　　 This is Zhaomu sort!

　　 When I was a child, Lingping didn’t understand, I just found this sort of order very interesting.

　　 But when he grows up, he knows that this is a very old Zhaomu system.

　　This sorting method keeps father and son in different columns, while grandparents and grandchildren are always in the same column.

　　 can only be used by the emperor before.

　　 But now...

　　Whoever likes to use it...

　　Looking at these divine master cards that had been wiped clean, Lingping bowed gently, and then said: "My ancestors shouldn't blame me for not coming back for a long time to worship..."

　　 He poured a glass of wine into the cups on the altar table.

　　 then continued: "I don't want to come back to see the ancestors...but...lazy..."

　　 In front of his ancestors, he was very honest.

　　Although he knows, death will disappear.

　　 But the traditional influence is still very powerful.

　　 The materialists only oppose feudal superstition, and respect traditional morals and values.

　　 He took this glass of wine and poured it on the ground as an apology to his ancestors.

　　 Suddenly, his eyes saw something under the altar.

　　 He squatted down, turned his head to the side, and looked over and found that it was a card that was stuck on the altar table.

　　 and the card he found in the family tree in the cabinet last time, seem to be the same material.

　　 Ling stretched out his hand peacefully and curiously, and gently lifted it, and the card fell into his hand.

　　 He picked it up and blew the dust on the card.

　　 Then, he saw lines of text written with ink pen.

　　 Looking at these words, Lingping scratched his head: "Is this left by my parents?"

　　 "But why is it so strange?"

　　Because, this card is still an article on Tao Te Ching.

　　The Fourteenth Chapter of Daodejing.

　　 "If you don't see it, it's called Yi; if you don't hear it, it's called Xi; if you don't know it, it's called Wei..."

　　 The article copied on this card is even more mysterious than last time.

　　As a liberal arts student, Lingping certainly knows that Chapter 14 of the Tao Te Ching is a thorough philosophical article.

　　 Simply put, this is a philosophical article that guides people to understand the universe and nature, and thus get closer to the universe and nature.

　　 roughly means that the universe is indescribable and unrecognizable. then what should we do? Follow its laws and adapt according to its operation.

　　 just...

　　Lingping doesn’t understand why his parents or the ancestor put a card like this under the altar table and in the genealogy.

　　 "There must be something I want to tell future generations..." Lingping thought, holding the card in his hand.

but……

　　What do they want to say?

　　 Tell future generations to read the Tao Te Ching?

　　 Still want to use Daodejing to express what metaphor?

　　 Ling scratched his head peacefully, not quite understanding.

　　 He played with the card in his hand, thought about it, and put it back.

　　 turned around, he looked at the well-behaved pet that had been behind him.

　　 This little guy has become very well-behaved since he entered the ancestral house.

　　 Ling picked it up safely, rubbed its head, and said, "Go on, let's go pick strawberries..."

　　When I came to the country, Lingping likes to pick strawberries very much.

　　 is not only because it is cheap, but also because it can be eaten for nothing!

　　The country’s rule is that you can pick strawberries to taste.

　　How much you can eat, all you can do!

　　 Especially for local farmers like Lingping, even the price is very good.

　　 Picked by others, it may cost thirty, forty, or even fifty per catty.

　　 But if it’s safe, it’s a few dollars a catty.

　　 This is the welfare of farmers.

　　Because the orchard land is the ancestral land of local villagers.

　　Many of them are the ancestors of the spiritual family!

　　 Now it is just rented to a fruit company to grow it.

　　 But the property rights are still under the name of Lingping.

　　 There are still tens of thousands of yuan in rent every year!

　　 But for this money, the spiritual family has ancestral instructions, and all of it must be donated.

　　 Holding the kitten, Ling walked out the door safely, hiding it.

　　 Before going to the gate of the yard, he ran into an old man in his fifties.

　　Ling looked at him peacefully, and immediately greeted with a smile: "Uncle Wang..."

　　 The other party raised his head and saw Ling'an, he immediately laughed, and couldn't help but bend down: "Little son is back..."

　　 Ling Ping'an immediately waved his hand: "Uncle Wang...I can't make it..."

　　 said, he helped the old man up.

　　 This old man is a distant relative who helped Lingping look after and take care of this ancestral house.

　　 said he was a distant relative, but in fact, he didn't have much contact.

　　 According to Lingping’s parents, about two hundred years ago, Wang Shu’s family had a daughter who was a concubine for the ancestors of the Ling family.

　　 At that time, it was the Gaojong period.

　　 Women are not liberated, and men and women are not equal.

　　 It was legal to take a concubine at the time.

　　 In the later period of Gaozong's reign, with the implementation of the Women and Children's Rights Protection Act, the chaff of the old era was swept into the garbage dump of history.

　　Just, the garbage dump belongs to the garbage dump.

　　 There are some things that can survive even if they fall into the cesspool.

　　 Like now, bigamy is clearly prohibited by law.

　　 But many girls still like to be an outside room for the rich.

　　 No way, money, it's so fragrant!

　　 In the old days, there was still such a mess of master and servant.

　　 Uncle Wang’s family was a subordinate of the spiritual family a long time ago, and because of this, he dedicated a daughter to the ancestor of the spiritual family as a concubine (at the time, this was a very glorious thing!).

　　 Two hundred years ago, his family still keeps the traditions of the past.

　　 What kind of young man is always there, young master...

　　 This is also the reason that Lingping doesn't want to go back to Qilipu.

　　 Here, in addition to Wang Shu's house, there are a few more, all of whom were servants or old ministries of the Ling family.

　　He is a young man in the new era.

　　 The concept of equality is very important!

　　 I really don't like it very much. I was called "Little Master" and "Young Master".

　　 Especially if the person is an elder!

　　 But the old man smiled and said, "Little son, what makes...makes..."

　　Lingjia is very special, especially the little son.

　　 This is a secret.

　　 The secret that I can’t tell!

　　 "Little son, are you coming back to live this time?" the old man asked.

　　 "I can't live anymore..." Lingping waved his hand quickly. If you really want to spend the night here, Lingping knows that the night will be very lively.

　　 A lot of people will come to see you.

　　 Except for the Wang family and Zhang family in this village.

　　 There are also Hu's and Lu's in the mountain next door, they will also come.

　　 "That's right..." Lingping asked, "Uncle Wang, where's Uncle Zhang?"

　　 "Lao Zhang went to the vineyard early today to pick you grapes..." the old man said with a smile.

　　 Ling was safe, but I could only sigh.

　　 "I said it, don't have to be so troublesome..." Lingping shook his head.

　　 The affection of the folks really moved him.

　　 It is a pity, but he has nothing to repay these simple folks.

　　Reading, I was lonely.

　　 Opened a bookstore, and opened a bleak!

　　 I'm not even happy when I write a book...

　　 is the game level, not bad!

　　 But he doesn’t go professional...

　　 So, I am ashamed! Every time I come back, I feel ashamed of Jiang Dong's father!

　　 This is why he always dreams of becoming a federal book giant or the sixth white of the Central Plains.

　　 was just using those two excuses that he didn't believe in himself to deceive and comfort himself.

　　 So ~www.ltnovel.com~ In front of the old man, the peace of mind is quite like sitting on pins and needles.

　　 He quickly found an excuse: "Uncle Wang, I won't chat with you..."

　　 "I have to go to the field and pick some strawberries to eat..."

　　 said, he hugged his cat and left in a hurry.

　　The old man was behind him, watching the spirit go safely away with a slight lean.

　　 "Little Master..." The old man looked at Lingping's figure, and said softly, "When... can we lead us back to our ancestors?"

　　 has been two hundred years.

　　The old place of ancestors, when can I go back?

　　 Fox died in the first hill, on behalf of Mayi Feng.

　　 For two hundred years, he and the souls of his ancestors have dreamed of returning to their hometown.

　　 And all this hope falls on this little master.

　　Because he is the only one who can lead his tribe back to his hometown.

　　 turned around, the old man saw a figure not far away.

　　 The man came over.

　　 is a gray-haired old woman.

　　 "The little master just left..." the old man said.

　　 The old woman nodded, she knew that when the little master came back, she felt it.

　　 "The cat brought back by the little master..." The old woman said, "It's very unusual!"

　　 The old man nodded: "I know..."