Chapter 990 The Demon Seed is Natural (24)
"If you don't obey, Dharma and Buddha are ready to replace you in your position today!"
The words fell.
The pair of pure white bare feet bound by the golden bell slowly moved forward. Under the feet, the invisible golden thread began to tighten crazily, but the ancestor did not stop. He continued to move forward, facing the angry face, and slowly raised his head. He waved his hand towards the middle.
"How dare you——"
The sound disappeared as the thick clouds dissipated.
The ancestor looked back, looking at the thick clouds frantically trying to pour in outside the window, with a cold light shining in his eyes.
Suddenly, those thick clouds seemed to be frightened, and quickly retreated and returned to their original positions, and everything became the calm appearance of the past.
The ancestor looked out the window, with long hair like ink and beautiful eyes like jade.
"Look at me, do you dare?"
When he lowered his eyes, the remnant soul in his palm seemed to have fallen asleep, just lying there quietly, with a touch of coolness, comfort and tranquility.
He waited for so many years, got her again and again, and lost her again and again.
But this time, he would never lose it again.
He had been waiting for this day for millions of years.
——
At the foot of Qishan Mountain, there is a village called Lianhua Village.
There are more than a dozen families living in the village all year round, living in isolation from the world, poor but peaceful.
On a narrow plain at the foot of the mountain looking south, there is a large patch of golden wheat growing. When the warm wind blows, it makes a rustling sound, like a layer of golden waves.
Because we live in a village surrounded by mountains, the climate here is always warm, and the comfortable environment has produced people who do not want to leave for generations.
Everyone only knows that when our ancestors found this place, they decided to stay here.
The village chief is the great-grandson of his ancestors. This year, he is thirty-seven thousand years old. The lifespan of people in the village is generally 40,000 years. Time passes slowly and people don't care about age that much.
Forty thousand years, in this small place, is enough, no more is useless. When death comes, and loved ones are sad, they will feel from the bottom of their hearts that everything is the best arrangement.
The village chief is the oldest man in the village. His wife died more than a thousand years ago. He had a son, but later the child met a girl outside and never returned to the village.
More than two thousand years ago, he came back and brought back a swaddling baby.
The man abandoned the child and disappeared again. Until now, there has been no news from him.
It was not unusual for a young man to leave the village, but what was strange was that he sent back a child.
Children are hope for the dying village, so the village chief loves the child very much and raises him with all his heart. Until now, the two thousand-year-old child has grown into a beautiful and lovely little girl, holding her grandfather in her hand all day long. The small sword carved for her ran happily around the foot of the mountain.
People in the village liked her very much and called her "Nini" affectionately.
The child has a name, and her father's surname is Zhou. It was her father who got the name, called Zuoye.
The old man thought the name was energetic, so he has continued to use it to this day.
Every day before lunch, the old man would shout at the foot of the mountain.
"Ono, it's time to eat!"
The little girl was like a bird returning home, chirping back with her friends.
She was not the only child in the village.
There was a boy of the same age as her, who was thin and fair. People in the village called him Xiaotao, because his mother gave birth to him under a peach blossom tree. He was like a peach blossom, and he was also delicate and beautiful.
Ono and Xiaotao grew up together, which truly proves the truth.
Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.
(End of chapter)