I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

You can search for "I'm Really Not a Demon Search Novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Qilipu is a very typical local village.

The whole village, all the houses, stand side by side.

Most houses are very old courtyards.

In the yard, the old people take care of the flowers and plants leisurely.

The cats and dogs kept by the elderly are basking in the sun at the gate of the yard.

Lingping walked past these yards with her pet in her arms.

The old people looked up at him, with doubts in their eyes.

"Whose child is that?" They thought to themselves, but few people really cared.

Long ago, the rural areas of the Federal Empire had become nursing homes.

When I was young, I went to work in the city. After retirement, I returned to my hometown in the countryside to grow flowers and grass. I played cards and fished with my old friends when I was free.

As for the land?

It has long since been leased to those fruit companies and vegetable companies.

Therefore, in the traditional sense, the rural society of two hundred or three hundred years ago has already collapsed.

Until, they watched Lingping walk to the door of an old yard in the village, and skillfully took out the key to open the door.

The old people suddenly realized.

"The child of the spirit family..."

They whispered.

The old people remembered the legends of the past, things they heard when they were young.

At that time, the elders always educate them: "Don't go to that yard to play, know?"

"The yard of the spirit house, don't go to the yard if there is nothing..."

As for the reason, there are different opinions.

Some people say that the ancestors of the spirit family raised monsters and could eat people.

It is also said that the spiritual family knows spells, which is the kind that offends him, and then he fetches a basin of water in his yard at night, and then mutters a word, slaps him in the basin, and then you get sick...

Others say that the spiritual family themselves are monsters.

Because someone once saw with their own eyes, a woman from the Ling family was dressing on the windowsill, taking a bloody human skin off her face, then placing it on the counter, holding an eyebrow pencil to draw her eyebrows, and then gluing it back.

Anyway, Lingjia is a taboo in this village.

Except for a few people close to the spirit house, basically no one dared to approach it.

The old people looked at the young man wearing glasses and hugging the kitten.

Thinking of the legends I heard when I was young.

At this time, a child, holding a toy, rushed out of the house excitedly: "Grandpa...Grandpa..."

"Look at my invincible speed car..."

"beep……"

The old man immediately turned around and looked at his grandchildren with a smile: "It's amazing..."

The little guy was very curious. He looked at the place where his grandfather had just looked, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Grandpa...Didn't you say that the yard is very dangerous and there are monsters, so we don't want to play?"

"How dare he go?"

The old man smiled and touched his grandson's head: "He...he is from the spiritual family..."

The little guy looked at the stranger who was opening the door stubbornly.

An incredibly cute kitten immediately attracted his attention.

"His cat is so beautiful!"

The old man only noticed the kitten squatting at the young man's feet.

Every piece of hair is shining in the sun, as if there are colorful lights surrounding it.

The little cat is extremely spiritual.

Those cat's eyes, even in the sun, are as beautiful as gems.

The old man was stunned...

The legends of my childhood have come to my heart again and again.

"The spirit family raises monsters..."

"They can spell..."

"The spirit family are monsters themselves!"

He quickly grabbed his grandson: "My dear grandson, don't look, don't look..."

"Go home with Grandpa to watch cartoons..."

For this kind of thing, I would rather believe it if it is not.

No one will risk their offspring.

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Lingping opened the gate of the yard and walked in with his pet.

This is a very typical rural yard.

The lawn in the yard is clean and free of weeds.

In the middle of the yard, there is a well, a very old one.

Ling Ping walked over, opened the manhole cover, and looked at the well water inside. It was clear and very clean.

Next to the well is a pavilion.

He remembered that every time he came back when he was a child, he would sit in that gazebo at night and look at the sky and count the stars.

That was one of his few hobbies when he was a kid.

As a person who is extremely insensitive to mathematics, he can't even imagine having this hobby.

Sitting on the clean railing of the pavilion, he looked at the door of the ancestral house.

The brass-colored wooden door was tightly locked.

He walked over and opened the door. There were many gods' cards in the lobby.

This is also the purpose of most rural ancestral houses today-to worship ancestors!

Although Lingping is an atheist.

But like most people, he still respects his ancestors.

Therefore, he went forward, picked up a lighter on the altar table, and took out the incense candles from the altar table, inserted them into the incense burner, and lit them one by one.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the divine master cards on it.

These god cards are all his direct ancestors.

From the first generation to his parents, they have run through the Guangnan Ling family for more than two hundred years, almost nine generations.

The plaque of the first ancestor is enshrined in the center.

Then the descendants of each generation are sorted down from generation to generation in a special way.

The father is on the left and the son is on the right.

This is Zhaomu sort!

When I was young, Lingping didn't understand, I just found this sort of ordering very interesting.

But when he grew up, he knew that this is a very old Zhaomu system.

In this way of sorting, father and son are always in different columns, while grandparents are always in the same column.

It was only used by the emperor before.

But now...

Whoever likes to use it...

Looking at these god master cards that were wiped clean, Lingping bowed gently, and then said: "The ancestors shouldn't blame me for not coming back to worship for a long time..."

He poured a glass of wine into the cups on the altar table.

Then he continued: "I don't want to come back to see the ancestors...but...lazy..."

In front of his ancestors, he was very honest.

Although he knows that everything goes away with death.

But the traditional influence is still very powerful.

The materialists only oppose feudal superstition, and respect traditional morals and values.

He took this glass of wine and poured it on the ground as an apology to his ancestors.

Suddenly, his eyes saw something under the altar.

He squatted down, turned his head to the side, and looked over and found that it was a card stuck on the altar table.

The card he found in the family tree in the cabinet last time seemed to be the same material.

Lingping's hand stretched out curiously, and gently lifted the card, and the card fell into his hand.

He picked it up and blew the dust off the card.

Then, he saw lines of text written in ink.

Looking at these words, Lingping scratched his head: "Is this left by my parents?"

"But why is it so strange?"

Because, this card is still an article of Tao Te Ching.

The fourteenth chapter of Tao Te Ching.

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The article copied on this card is even more mysterious than last time.

As a liberal arts student, Lingping certainly knows that the fourteenth chapter of the Tao Te Ching is a thorough philosophical article.

Simply put, this is a philosophical article that guides people to understand the universe and nature, so as to get closer to the universe and nature.

It basically means that the universe is indescribable and unrecognizable.then what should we do?Follow its laws and adapt according to its operation.

just……

Lingping didn't understand why his parents or the ancestor put a card like this under the altar and in the genealogy.

"There must be something I want to tell future generations..." Lingping thought, holding the card in his hand.

but……

What do they want to say?

Tell future generations to read the Tao Te Ching?

Or do you want to use Tao Te Ching to express what metaphor?

Lingping scratched his head, not quite understanding.

He played with the card in his hand, thought about it, and put it back.

Looking back, he looked at the well-behaved pet that had been behind him.

This little guy has become very well-behaved since entering the ancestral house.

Lingping picked it up, rubbed its head, and said, "Go on, let's go pick strawberries..."

When I came to the countryside, Lingping liked to pick strawberries.

Not only because it is cheap, but also because it can be eaten for nothing!

The rule in the country is that you can taste strawberries by picking them.

How much you can eat is all your skill!

Especially for local farmers like Lingping, even the price is very good.

For others, it may cost thirty, forty, or even fifty per catty.

But if it is safe, a few dollars a catty.

This is the welfare of farmers.

Because the land of those orchards is the ancestral land of local villagers.

Among them, many of them are the ancestors of the spiritual family!

Now it is just rented to the fruit company to grow it.

But the property rights are still in the name of Lingping.

There are still tens of thousands of yuan in rent every year!

But for this money, the spiritual family has ancestral instructions, and all of it must be donated.

Holding the kitten, Ling safely walked out of the door and concealed it.

Before I walked to the gate of the yard, I ran into an old man in his fifties.

Lingping looked at him and immediately greeted with a smile: "Uncle Wang..."

The other party raised his head, saw Lingping, and immediately laughed, and couldn't help but bend down: "Little son is back..."

Ling Ping'an waved his hand immediately: "Uncle Wang... can't make it..."

As he said, he helped the old man up.

This old man is a distant relative who helped Lingping look after and take care of this ancestral house.

Said they are distant relatives, they are not very close.

According to Lingping’s parents, about two hundred years ago, Uncle Wang’s family had a daughter who was a concubine for the ancestors of the Ling family.

At that time, it was the Gaozong period.

Women are not emancipated, and men and women are not equal.

Concubine was legal at the time.

In the later period of Gaozong's reign, with the implementation of the bill to protect the rights and interests of women and children, the waste of the old era was swept into the garbage dump of history.

However, the garbage dump belongs to the garbage dump.

Some things can still survive even if they fall into the cesspool.

Just like now, bigamy is clearly prohibited by law.

But many girls still like to work as outside rooms for the rich.

No way, money, it's so fragrant!

In the old days, there was still such a mess of master and servant.

Uncle Wang’s family was a subordinate of the Ling family a long time ago, and because of this, they dedicated a daughter to the ancestor of the Ling family as a concubine (at the time, this was a very glorious thing!).

Two hundred years later, his family still keeps the traditions of the past.

What kind of young master, young master...

This is also the reason that Lingping doesn't want to go back to Qilipu.

Here, in addition to Wang Shu's house, there are a few more, all of whom were former servants or old ministries of the Ling family.

He is the youth of the new era.

The concept of equality is very important!

I really don't like it very much. I was called "Little Young Master" or "Young Master".

Especially if the other party is an elder!

But the old man smiled and said, "Little son, what makes...makes..."

The spirit family is very special, especially the little son.

This is the secret.

The secret that can't be told!

"Little son, are you coming back to live this time?" the old man asked.

"I can't live anymore..." Lingping hurriedly waved his hand. If he really wants to spend the night here, Lingping knows that the night will be very lively.

A lot of people will come to see you.

Except for the Wang family and Zhang family in this village.

The Hu's and Lu's in the mountains next door will also come.

"Right..." Lingping asked, "Uncle Wang, where's Uncle Zhang?"

"Lao Zhang went to the vineyard early today to pick you grapes..." the old man said with a smile.

When the spirit was peaceful, he could only sigh.

"I said it, don't have to be so troublesome..." Lingping shook his head.

The affection of the folks really moved him.

Unfortunately, he has nothing to repay these simple folks.

Reading, reading a lonely.

Open a bookstore, opened a bleak!

Even writing a book is not so satisfying...

That is the level of the game, not bad!

But he doesn't play professionally...

So, I am ashamed!Every time I come back, I feel ashamed of Jiangdong father!

This is why he always dreams of becoming a federal book giant or the sixth white of the Central Plains.

It was just using those two excuses that he didn't believe in himself to deceive and comfort himself.

Therefore, in front of the old man, Lingping feels like sitting on pins and needles.

He hurriedly found an excuse: "Uncle Wang, I will not chat with you..."

"I have to go to the field and pick some strawberries to eat..."

As he said, he hugged his cat and left in a hurry.

The old man leaned slightly behind him, watching the spirit go safely away.

"Little Master..." The old man looked at Lingping's figure and said softly, "When... can we lead us back to our ancestors?"

It has been two hundred years.

When can we go back to the old place of our ancestors?

The fox dies in the first mound, on behalf of Mayi Feng.

For two hundred years, he and the souls of his ancestors have dreamed of returning to their hometown.

However, all these hopes fell on this little master.

Because he is the only one who can lead the tribe back to his hometown.

Turning around, the old man saw a figure not far away.

The man came over.

It's a gray-haired old woman.

"The little master just left..." the old man said.

The old woman nodded, she knew that when the little master came back, she felt it.

"The cat brought back by the little master..." the old woman said, "It's very unusual!"

The old man nodded: "I know..."