Chapter 74 Mysterious Fire
Zhang Zhixuan killed the queen ant, and the remaining fire crystal ants lost their heads and fled almost instantly.
Now that everyone was very tired, Zhang Hanyan and the two reluctantly put the queen’s body into a storage bag, then packed up the remains of Uncle Fifteen, barely searched the queen’s nest, and found a fist-sized piece of ore.
The ore is blood red all over, and its surface exudes extremely high temperatures. At first glance, it looks like a high-grade spiritual object. Neither of them knew this piece of ore, so they could only put it in a storage bag and wait to identify it later.
Due to time constraints, this place is far away from the Qingxuanzong Mountain Gate. The bloody smell caused by their hunting of fire crystal ants has spread far away. In order to prevent other monsters from attacking, the few people can only hastily cremate the fifteenth uncle’s body and carry it with them. The ashes left the blood-stained hills in panic.
Along the way, Zhang Zhixuan seemed to have suffered severe blood loss and severe wounds, but he had all skin injuries. Under the care of Zhang Hanyan and his two men, his health became better and better day by day. By the time he arrived near Qingxuan Zongfang City, he had actually recovered more than half of his body.
The fourth uncle’s situation was just the opposite. He seemed unscathed, but his mental wear and tear was very serious. He had been controlling the formation without sleep for several days, and his efforts were almost exhausted.
Along the way, his condition got worse and worse. When he arrived in Zhongxuanfang City, he looked as if he had aged several years.
Because Uncle Fifteen died, although everyone hunted down the fire crystal ants, they were not too happy.
Returning to the Qingxuan Sect, Zhang Hanyan first handed over the corpse of the queen ant to the sect’s mission in exchange for three thousand good deeds, and then took the blood-red ore in his hand to be identified by the familiar weapon refiners in the city.
In the end, he used his old relationship with Taoist Yunzhi and hired a senior third-level high-grade weapon refiner to identify this piece of ore.
This object is called Xuanhuo Crystal, and its grade is even as high as the fourth-level low-grade. This fourth-grade ore can improve the grade of a low-level magic weapon as long as one or two coins are added to it.
This blood-red spiritual mine even alarmed the fourth-level weapon refiner of Qingxuan Sect.
A fourth-level weapon refiner from the Zifu period came forward and spent two thousand good deeds to finally obtain the ownership of the object.
This time when hunting fire crystal ants, a few people obtained the most good deeds, with a total of more than five thousand good deeds. Including Han Yan’s original good deeds, the total was almost ten thousand.
To this end, the fourth uncle also took out the middle-grade fire-attribute spirit stones found by hunting the fire-horned cattle and exchanged them for 500 good deeds. He also contributed a set of treasured third-order low-grade formations in exchange for 700 good deeds. Yan collected enough 11,000 good deeds to prevent her from having any foundation-building resources after redeeming the foundation-building pills.
After all, when building the foundation, other spiritual pills are needed to assist, and the effect will be better.
The fourth uncle already knew about his physical condition. He knew that he did not have much longevity left. He hoped to see Han Yan succeed in building the foundation before closing his eyes, so that he would not have any regrets.
After many twists and turns, he finally collected 10,000 good deeds for Han Yan.
Several people didn’t have time to wait for her to redeem the Foundation Building Pill to build the foundation. They just waited for Zhang Zhixuan to recover from his injuries and left Qingxuan Mountain in a hurry.
It has taken almost three years to return to Qingxuan Sect.
In recent times, Fourth Uncle seems to be aging faster and faster. In just three or two months, the white hair on his head has become completely like snow.
The life span of a monk in the Qi training stage is more than two years. Under normal circumstances, he can still enjoy a life span of more than thirty years.
But looking at his current appearance, I don’t know how many years he can last.
The journey was calm and the few people finally returned to Lushan.
The three of them came directly to Hantan in the back mountain. The clan leader Zhang Leqian glanced at the three of them and said bitterly: “It would be great to come back. It seems that something unexpected has happened to Meng Chong.
After a few days, bury him in the family cemetery!
As a monk practicing Taoism, unless he attains Taoism and becomes an immortal, his lifespan will eventually end.
Every time a monk takes a step forward, there is always the blood of relatives, friends, enemies, or innocent people.
Since the three of you have embarked on the road, you must understand this. “
Several people shook their heads helplessly and looked at each other silently.
Uncle Fifteen died, and the status of his wife and children was about to gradually decline.
Without Uncle Fifteen as an elder, not only will the worshippers see a visible decline, but even the power within the clan will gradually be reduced and eventually marginalized.
But this is also the normal metabolism of the family, and the family does not have the ability to support his family according to the previous treatment.
A ninth-level qi-training elder’s annual offering is sixty spiritual stones, which is six thousand in one hundred years. For every elder who dies for the family, it is impossible for the family to support his descendants for a hundred years according to the previous treatment.
In addition to a generous pension, the elders of the family will only give slightly preferential treatment to some of his descendants under fair circumstances.
In the end, all the chores for the fifteenth uncle’s funeral were handed over to the nineteenth uncle Zhang Mengling. He had always been responsible for the family’s general affairs and was also prestigious among the lower-level clan members.
Because the clan leader came forward and provided a very generous pension, the fifteenth uncle’s wife and children were not only sad, but also did not come forward to cause trouble. In short, he was buried peacefully in the family tomb.
The family cemetery is on the hillside of the back mountain, not too far from the Hantan where the patriarch lives.
As long as they are monks in the family, even if no body is found, just like the ninth uncle Zhang Mengquan, they will leave a place here, even if it is just a tomb.
Zhang Zhixuan took a closer look and found that starting from Zhang Tairen, the founder of the family, these tombs were densely lined up.
Zhang Tairen’s tomb is located at the highest point. There are only a few people in his row, only him and his three monks, wives and concubines.
When we arrived at Zhang Chuyun’s row, there were not many people there. There were only a dozen tombs in total.
In Zhang Leqian’s generation, there were several times more monks buried in the cemetery. Zhang Zhixuan counted carefully and found that there were already more than twenty people.
There are only three monks of this generation left.
Except for the clan leader, the remaining two people have long since stopped taking care of themselves and are living out their days on the mountain.
By the time of the Meng generation of monks, sixteen people had died.
Even among the monks of the Zhizi generation, nine people were killed. None of them were very old. The oldest was only fifty years old.
In the bottom row, the tombs of three monks of the Si generation are guarded alone below.
The clansmen buried here are all monks with spiritual roots. The cemetery of the mortals of the family is not on the mountain, but near Lushan County at the foot of the mountain, not far from the spiritual field.
Looking at this large cemetery, Zhang Zhixuan couldn’t help but feel a little sad. Six generations of monks in the family had almost a hundred people buried on this land, and more monks would be buried here in the future.
Among these people, there are ancestors from the Zifu stage and Xinnen who are twenty years old from the innate stage.
In the end, it’s all just a push of loess, so what’s the difference?
Zhang Zhixuan shook his head vigorously to dispel the negative emotions in his heart. He looked at the rising sun, straightened up with his head held high, and left quickly.
The sadness had left, and he began another stressful day.
There is one less elder in the family, and Zhang Zhixuan’s burden is a little heavier.
He wanted to suppress his depressed mood and move forward with his family.
(End of chapter)