This era is developing rapidly.

In the past, too many things happened in the ninety-nine states of the human race, and many people died in foreign lands.

From this, the line of exorcism came into existence.

Among them, Wei Yi also played a big role in it. For a time, everyone in the corpse lineage worshiped him as their ancestor.

But, as time goes by.

Especially in today's era, corpse driving is basically a profession that is about to be abandoned by the times.

After all, nowadays, most of the people in the various lands and sacred mountains live together.

Even if there are people who die in a foreign land, most of them basically have to cross countless sacred mountains to find their relatives.

In such an era, where can there be such a powerful corpse exorcist who can cross many sacred mountains to pass on this profession?

Say something rude.

To be able to walk among many sacred mountains, to be able to drive corpses across endless distances, one must be at the Dharmakaya level at the very least.

And it's top-notch.

Previously, this was passed down entirely by those who could not afford to eat, or had no skills, and were left with disabilities.

It's different now.

How could something like that happen in an age where you can have enough to eat just by moving your hands?

Even if someone is born with a disability or is born ugly, he will still have a bowl of rice.

It can be said that there is no underlying foundation anymore.

It is difficult to pass on without magical power.

Once you have supernatural powers, you basically don't bother to do such things as exorcism.

After all, by this time, they themselves have already entered the path of pursuing the great road step by step.

What's more, there weren't many corpses for them to chase away.

Now, hundreds of years have passed since the entire human race left their former ancestral territory and migrated to the ancient land.

Over the years, not only the lineage of chasing corpses has lost its inheritance, but also many outdated Dharma lines have also lost their inheritance at this time.

After all, all the major sacred mountains are attached to the demon god on the sacred mountain. How can he pursue other magical powers?

Times have long since changed.

"Master, is this story true?"

"Have you really come across something weird like this before?"

"It really sounds like a story."

A little baby of eight or nine years old hugged a middle-aged man in his forties tightly with both hands, looking very curious.

This is a small cabin.

The building is very elegant, at least there is a small fence surrounding the outside, which is clean and tidy.

Hearing what this little guy said, Xingyun couldn't help but reveal a wry smile:

"Of course this is true."

"But after all, these are the stories left behind by our ancestors from who knows how many years ago."

"It's too far away from that era now. I don't know and I can't verify it."

"Just think of it as a story."

The layout of this room is also very particular.

Everything is made of wood.

There are also incense sticks in the room facing the east, which smells very refreshing.

It seems to be a sacred statue.

Listening to what the master said, the little guy couldn't help but pout:

"Where did it say that?"

"In my age, I have never seen a vixen who can transform into a human being."

"Is it really so magical? If so, can I become an ordinary high priest in the future?"

When he said this, the little guy seemed to be looking forward to it.

There seemed to be light in his eyes.

It was as if he was facing something he admired.

After hearing what this little guy said, Xingyun shook his head helplessly, and then said with a smile:

"Your master, I have lived for so many years and I have never seen a vixen. Why do you want to do so much?"

"Besides, there are no such mysterious spirits anywhere in the Yellow Mountains. They are all rough-skinned and fleshy monsters."

There are many monsters in the mountains and forests.

Most of them have no spiritual wisdom at all, so how can they practice cultivation and show some magic.

Even if they have spiritual wisdom, most of them who are able to practice are far away from the human tribes. Where can they see them?

Hearing what the master said, the little guy seemed a little unhappy. He picked up an apple on the table and ran outside:

"Master, I'm going to play outside first."

"I'll come find you again when it's time to eat~"

After saying that, the little guy had already ran out of the room and went to play in some nook and cranny.

Seeing this scene, Xingyun showed a smile on his face:

"Maybe this is fate~"

In such an era, he was able to pick up a child. This may be his fate.

The two people are very destined.

But when he thought of what the little guy said, Xingyun couldn't help but feel a little confused:

"High priest?"

"Once we had such magical power..."

"..."

When he thought of this, Xingyun couldn't help but look towards the sky, his eyes seemed to be full of melancholy.

The lineage of driving corpses itself is a side inheritance.

Their respective inheritances themselves have various problems, in order to leave a way for those who cannot survive.

Times have long since changed.

After hundreds of years, those inheritances that required corpses and special methods to enter Taoism and practice have long been lost.

He is already the last member of the corpse-killing lineage.

But even so.

Even though he is the last inheritor, he does not have any magical powers.

Only a few miraculous things left by our ancestors can prove that they really had such glorious achievements.

When he thought about this place, he couldn't help but walk towards the room to the east.

"Crunch~"

The door made of bamboo was quickly opened.

Looking inside, I saw all kinds of sacrificial things placed everywhere inside.

Especially on the innermost table.

There are two candles burning on it. The flame of the lady seems to be in the daytime, and you can't shine any light.

Three scented sticks stand erect on it.

Judging from the rough workmanship, it doesn't look like a scented candle made by a professional.

He walked to the side and took out three thick incense sticks from the box next to him:

"This herbal fragrance is almost gone again."

"It seems that after a while, I have to go to the back mountain to find some grass and rub it with it to see if I can get a few more fragrant sticks."

The two oil lamps next to him lit these pillars of fragrance. When the fragrance once again filled the entire room, he inserted the three sticks of incense into the incense burner.

At this time, he couldn't help but look at the two oil lamps placed on the incense candle holder.

I only saw that among the two oil lamps, there was not much oil left at the moment.
To be continued...