Chapter 39 This Is What Happened...

"Ouch! I was so scared..."

Auntie's voice came from outside. Lin Qingzhi and others turned their heads and saw that it was the four pilgrims who came back.

The four were in good health and had no problems, because when Lin Qingzhi took action, he noticed the four and had been protecting them. It was just that they were a little depressed and scared.

Originally, Lin Qingzhi could have shielded the four or erased their memories.

But thinking that this is a high-level martial arts world, it is better to let everyone see these things. When similar things happen in the future, they can also calm down. This is just an ordinary thing.

Because, they have him as a backer behind them, so they don't have to be afraid of these....

"Mom, grandma, what's wrong with you..." Sun Linlin asked her mother and grandmother with some confusion.

"Oh! Don't say it. Today, I went to Taohua Temple with Qingzhi's aunt to ask for a house to be built. Who knew that the abbot of Taohua Temple was actually a demon. I heard from the adults in the night watch that all the cases that happened here recently were committed by that abbot.

He wanted to live forever, what a sin! The thing is...

...He has lived to such an old age, but he is not as open-minded as an old woman like me. I know that I will die of old age, but he, a Buddhist, still wants to live forever."

When the grandmother heard what her granddaughter said, she immediately talked about everything she encountered today.

The aunt on the side would also interject a few words.

The story was so good that Lin Qingzhi could not imagine that his grandmother actually had the potential to be a storyteller.

"Old woman, are you all right!"

After hearing the end, the grandfather immediately asked worriedly.

In this life, if my grandfather had to say who he felt the most sorry for, it would be my grandmother, because when he was studying in his early years, he relied on my grandmother to support the family. So, when he heard about this, he hurriedly walked up to ask.

"It's okay, we are all fine, didn't I say it? In the end, we were saved by an immortal who came from nowhere. The immortal summoned a thunderbolt and killed that person..."

When it comes to the mysterious master who saved them, my grandmother is grateful and said with admiration.

"Then we really have to thank that immortal! Otherwise..." The little cousin patted her chest and said with some fear.

"That's right, Ni'er, do you think we should set up a longevity tablet for that immortal at home, worship it morning and evening, maybe that immortal can bless us!" Grandma patted the back of my aunt's hand and said.

"Mom, you are still thoughtful. When my man comes back, let him do one..."

The two of them discussed it as if no one was around.

They didn't realize that their grandson/nephew had a weird expression on his face.

Good guy, if I let the two of them discuss it, I will shorten my life!

"Grandma, aunt... Don't think too much. The immortal is probably for the safety of the entire Ping'an Town. Moreover, you set up a tablet without the immortal's permission. What if the immortal knows and gets upset..."

Lin Qingzhi hurriedly persuaded.

"Qingzhi, what you said is wrong! How could someone not want the people to set up a longevity tablet for him? This is a great thing!" Aunt said.

Grandma on the side also nodded.

They have seen how happy those officials were when someone helped them set up a longevity tablet after they did a little good.

"Grandma, aunt, everyone in this world has their own preferences. Maybe the immortal doesn't want others to set up a longevity tablet! After all, he didn't show up and didn't even leave his name. It must be impossible for people to know his existence. Just keep the gratitude in your heart."

"Qingzhi, what you said seems to make sense!" Grandma nodded.

Then she turned around and asked her grandfather: "Master, do you think we should set up this tablet or not..."

"Let's listen to your grandson! We just remember it in our hearts and don't set it up." Grandpa listened to the conversation of several people, looked at his grandson strangely, and waved his hand.

He knew that his grandson was learning martial arts now.

And there was a mysterious master.

So, the immortal who saved his wife and daughter-in-law would not be his grandson's master!

If so, it's better to listen to his grandson, after all, he is the closest person to the immortal.

Sun Yu would never have thought that the person who saved his wife and daughter-in-law was his grandson who was smiling and making a chair.

"Okay, then I'll listen to the master. By the way, should we listen to the date calculated by the Taohua Temple...demon head?" Grandma had a headache when she thought of the date the abbot said.

"It's okay, grandma, just listen to what he says! You see, people from many villages in our town used to go to him to calculate the date, and nothing happened. He did those things just to seek immortality. He shouldn't lie to us ordinary people. After all, he also wants to accumulate virtue..."

"That's right, okay, then we'll start the construction in three days. Ni'er, let's go cook! Qingzhi and Xiaoyao'er are hungry, and Dazhen and Huaian should be back soon."

"Okay, mother..."

Looking at the backs of the two, Lin Qingzhi breathed a sigh of relief. This is good, he doesn't have to be worshipped like an immortal by his elders.

Although it won't really shorten his life, thinking about that scene makes me feel a little uncomfortable, and it is really possible that my grandmother will drag me to go and burn incense together, which makes me feel even more uncomfortable.

"Qingzhi, what's wrong with you? You're not feeling well..." Here, the grandfather noticed his grandson's condition and asked with some confusion.

"It's okay, I just thought of something, so I got a little distracted."

"What's going on with you today? You're always distracted..." Grandpa glanced at Lin Qingzhi with doubtful eyes, then muttered and walked towards Lin Fan's seat.

After this incident.

Lin Qingzhi and others spent a leisurely and warm life.

As time went by, a similar wooden house was built not far from Lin Qingzhi's house.

That was grandpa’s new home. Because grandpa said he wanted to open a private school in the village, people from every household in the village came to help.

In this world, there are two ways to get ahead, one is to learn martial arts, and the other is to learn literature.

As the saying goes, the poor in literature and the rich in military affairs.

They are just ordinary people. They have no money to support the children in the village to specialize in martial arts. At most, they can only ask some hunters in the village to help lay the foundation.

That is to say, exercising and exercising. Those with better talents may be able to enter one or two levels of physical training, but this is the highest level they can reach.

Unlike the village chief Lin Yuan, when he went out to explore in his early years, he had an adventure, which allowed him to cultivate to the acquired state.

When a warrior reaches the fourth level of Qi refining, he will use many medicinal materials to train his body.

This is not something they can provide.

The second path is different.

You can get ahead by studying literature. Even if you are not talented, it is better to read and be literate and find a job in the town than to be a poor person or a fisherman like them.

Learning literature actually costs money, and pens, inks, paper and inkstones also cost a lot of money.

Although not as scary as practicing martial arts.

But not many people can afford it.

Now, Lin Qingzhi's grandfather, Sun Laoxiucai, said that he would open a private school for free so that children in the village could learn to read and write.

How could they not be grateful? When they heard that the old scholar Sun was going to settle down in his village and was still building a house, all the strong men in the village came to help him for free.

Cut down trees, peel bark...

Even my uncle who wanted to work was pushed away by them.

With everyone in the village coming to help, the house was quickly built.

After Lin Qingzhi went to the mountains to catch several prey and came back, the whole village had a full lunch.

The village calmed down again, farming, fishing, hunting...

It seemed that the village would remain so peaceful forever.

But, one morning.

Two people dressed as monks appeared at the entrance of Linjiang Village. Today happened to be the first day that my uncle and aunt went to town to sell braised pork.

Braised pork is a trade that Lin Qingzhi taught his uncle. After the new house was built, Lin Qingzhi taught his uncle and aunt so that they could make a good living and raise a good family.

Lin Qingzhi owns a bullock cart at home.

Early in the morning, my uncle and aunt drove a bullock cart to my town. As soon as they arrived at the gate of the village, they met the two monks.

"Amitabha! Two donors, I wonder if this poor monk can ask a question." One of the monks stopped the carriage and asked his uncle.

"Monk, what's the matter with you..." Uncle asked with a frown.

Ever since he heard that his mother and wife almost fell into the hands of the old monk, his uncle became a little disgusted with the monk.

Regarding the title of Sun Zhen, the monk frowned slightly, but thinking of asking questions, he had to suppress his discomfort and asked: "This donor, I wonder if a barbarian tribe appeared in your village some time ago. ”

"Why do you ask this..."

When Sun Zhen heard this, he immediately became vigilant. Could it be that these monks were also accomplices of the barbarians? Their village was completely slaughtered by those barbarians.

I haven't heard any news about the barbarian recently.

It is estimated that they have been eliminated by the strong men of Xia Kingdom.

Therefore, they monks are here to take revenge.

Sun Zhen was not someone who didn't know anything. When he saw how these two people were dressed, he knew that they were monks from the barbarian tribe. Both their clothes and their outfits were unique to the barbarian tribe.

"Amitabha! The poor monk has two junior brothers who are missing, so he wants to ask the donor."

The monk spoke slowly.

"Okay! It turns out that the two monks in the barbarian tribe are your junior brothers..." Before my uncle could speak, my aunt pointed at the two monks and shouted.