Chapter 1495: The Ancient Emperor Passed Away, the Ancestral Tomb of Shencun!

"Uh, what happened?"

Seeing this sudden change, Lin Wudao instantly turned his surprised eyes to the west of Shencun.

At the same time!

Luo Qingran and Su Ling'er, who were watering and fertilizing the medicinal fields and flower beds, also raised their heads instantly, with a sad look on their faces.

"Uncle, someone in the village has died..."

Su Ling'er whispered.

Someone died?

Hearing this, the look of surprise in Lin Wudao's eyes became more intense.

"Isn't it said that there is no danger in the divine village? Is it a normal death?"

"Uh-huh!"

"The villagers of Shencun will basically not encounter any danger as long as they do not go to places such as the restricted area of ​​the avenue and the Demon Sea."

"However, this does not mean that people living in Kamura will not die. As long as they reach the end of their lives, they will still die."

"The person who died this time should be Grandpa Chen Tingshan from the west of the village. He has already reached the end of his life."

"After today, there is one less villager in our village, and one less Ancient Emperor..."

Su Linger said with a sad tone.

Birth, old age, illness and death are the order of heaven and earth!

Except for those who have realized eternity, no other living being can avoid it. Once they reach the limit of their life span, they will all die.

Su Ling'er has seen this kind of thing several times in the years she has lived.

"Let's go and have a look."

"Grandpa Chen has passed away. Let's go and see him off. We hope his spirit in heaven can rest in peace."

While talking.

Luo Qingran put down the tools in his hands and walked out of the yard first.

Seeing this scene, Lin Wudao returned to his yard, greeted Tu Jiutian, and immediately followed them.

"Ling'er, if the villagers of Shencun die, where will they be buried?"

"Of course it's the ancestral grave in the village!"

"No matter who they are, no matter what their cultivation level is, as long as they are villagers of the Divine Village, they will all be buried in the ancestral graves of the Ninth Divine Village after death."

"However, I don't know what the ancestral graves look like. It is said to be quite mysterious; even the village chief grandpa cannot enter the ancestral graves at will."

"Only when a villager dies can the interment be allowed into the ancestral grave; I heard that some mysterious ceremony will be held..."

Su Ling'er replied in a low voice.

Ancestral graves?

Hearing this, Lin Wudao's eyes lit up.

Since Kamura’s ancestral tomb is so mysterious, could there be Kamura’s secret hidden in it?

Moreover, since there is a special ancestral grave in Shencun, a large number of villagers must be buried in it. If all the corpses of these villagers are collected, it will definitely be a huge wealth.

With this thought, Lin Wudao quietly followed Luo Qingran, and finally came to the courtyard of Chen Tingshan in the west of the village.

now!

A large number of villagers have gathered inside and outside Chen Tingshan's courtyard, headed by the village chief Yan Jiang.

Everyone has a solemn and sad look on their face...

After all, they are old friends who have been together for hundreds of millions of years, not relatives. What's more, there are not many villagers in Shencun. Every time one person dies, it is a blow to Shencun.

"The deceased is gone!"

"The passing of Chen Tingshan is a loss to our village. From now on, we have lost another old friend."

"However, there is no resurrection after death."

"Next, we will follow the previous procedures in our village. We will first set up a mourning hall for Chen Tingshan. Everyone will keep vigil for seven days, and then after salvation, he will be buried in the ancestral graves in the sacred village."

"In addition, incense candles, paper money, coffins, coffin bearers, etc. will all be handled as before..."

Yan Jiang stood in the center of the courtyard and ordered in an orderly manner.

As he finished speaking, the villagers in the yard immediately began to get busy. Some made incense candles and paper money, some made coffins, and some acted as coffin bearers.

Even those who have been saved are ready.

soon!

With the concerted efforts of everyone, a simple mourning hall was built; then, the village chief Yan Jiang led all the villagers in Shencun to start keeping vigil for Chen Tingshan.

time, for seven days!

Lin Wudao didn't know much about the traditions of Kamimura. He just followed everyone's actions and did what others did.

Finally, after a seven-day vigil, under the organization of the village chief Yan Jiang, twelve villagers with the level of the Ancient Emperor of Jida carried Chen Tingshan's coffin and walked step by step to the north of the village.

According to the tradition of Shencun, whenever a villager dies, all the villagers in the village will form a funeral procession to bury the deceased.

now!

Lin Wudao and Tu Jiutian also became members of the funeral procession.

…

Beimang Mountain is located directly north of Shencun!

The mountain is 18,000 feet high and stretches for 88 million miles. The mountain is completely dark and is filled with a strange aura.

When they followed the funeral procession to the foot of Beimang Mountain, everyone stopped. Only the village chief Yan Jiang and the twelve villagers carrying the coffin continued towards Beimang Mountain.

"This Beimang Mountain is actually covered by the power of the Great Law. Perhaps the secret of Shencun is hidden in it."

After carefully looking at Beimang Mountain for a moment, Lin Wudao frowned slightly.

His Dao Eye was actually unable to see through the true face of Beimang Mountain, and there were Dao restrictions on the mountain.

See it!

He made a prompt decision, evolved an Immortal Emperor clone through the system, and followed him quietly.

Due to the system cover, Yan Jiang and others did not notice Lin Wudao's existence; half a day later, he followed the funeral procession to the highest point of Beimang Mountain.

Looking up, I saw a huge and ancient tomb standing on the top of Beimang Mountain.

However, this tomb is very special. It does not clearly indicate whose tomb it is, but a joint tomb.

All the villagers who died in the God Village will be buried here.

"God Lord, Chen Tingshan, a villager of the Ninth God Village, sat down seven days ago at the limit of his life."

"According to the rules of the God Village, the deceased should be buried in Beimang Mountain, and accompany the God Lord forever and serve him."

"Today, Yan Jiang, in the name of the head of the Ninth God Village, begs the God Lord to show mercy and allow Chen Tingshan to be buried in Beimang Mountain..."

When they arrived in front of the tomb, Yan Jiang led everyone to kneel down and kowtow with an extremely respectful and pious attitude.

Rumble!

As they kowtowed, the originally silent black tomb suddenly trembled.

A moment later, under Lin Wudao's gaze, the huge tombstone in front of the tomb slowly moved to the side, revealing a dark passage.

"Thank you, Lord!"

Seeing the tomb opened, Yan Jiang and others kowtowed again respectfully, and then Yan Jiang held Chen Tingshan's spirit tablet, and the others carried Chen Tingshan's coffin, and walked into the ancestral tomb step by step.

Behind them, Lin Wudao followed closely...

...

The interior of the ancestral tomb was not as cold and dark as Lin Wudao imagined, but very bright, and there were great principles intertwined.

Here, it was like a small world!

However, the interior of the ancestral tomb was beyond Lin Wudao's expectations. There were no coffins or cemeteries inside, only three ancient altars.

These three altars floated above the void, connected by three heavenly roads, and looked extremely mysterious.

And!

The altar here is almost identical to the one Lin Wudao saw in the Ancient City of Silence.

"Could it be that they are connected to other ancient cities?"

"Were the ancient immortal emperors in the Ancient City of Silence sent there in this way?"

"If so, wouldn't there be more than one place like the Ancient City of Silence?"

Lin Wudao was secretly surprised.

While he was thinking about it, Yan Jiang had already commanded the twelve villagers carrying the coffin to step onto the rightmost road to heaven.

Finally.

He went to the altar... (End of this chapter)