Traveling through a farmer’s house: Villain Nine Thousand Years Old, Stop!

Master Qian lay on the ground panting. The pain in his body made him frown. When he heard Yun Zhixia's voice, he did not dare to be careless and told her what happened.

"Meng was buried in the Qian family's ancestral tomb..."

"On the hill next to our ancestral grave!"

Meng was Qian Sizheng's biological mother. When Qian Sizheng heard what Master Qian said, he felt hurt and confused.

"Dad, why are you so cruel to bury Mom in the wilderness!"

"Even if you favor your concubine over your wife, mother is still your first wife!"

Hearing this, Mr. Qian's expression became somewhat cold, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was thinking of the past, and his whole person became gloomy.

Seeing that Mr. Qian didn't say anything, Qian Sizheng wanted to continue asking questions, but was interrupted by Yun Zhixia.

"It's late at night, let's go find your mother's grave first."

"Hong Xing, take this old guy with you, let's go!"

"Yes, Great Immortal!"

Cheng Hongxing bowed, then glanced at Qian Siqi's body out of the corner of her eye and hesitated.

"Great Immortal, does Qian Siqi's body need to be buried?"

"No need to bother!"

Yun Zhixia snapped his fingers, and a green spiritual power shot towards Qian Siqi's body, then turned into fire and enveloped Qian Siqi.

In just two breaths, Qian Siqi's body disappeared between heaven and earth, without even a trace of ash left.

!!!

All the people and ghosts present were startled, and Ran'er buried his little head in Yun Zhixia's arms and dared not look up.

Qingfeng Mountain

Under the dark night sky, Yun Zhixia, Qian Sizheng, and Master Qian arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"Lead the way, old man!"

Yun Zhixia held Ran'er and sat on a bamboo pole, and two male ghosts about seventeen or eighteen years old carried her.

Mr. Qian had no choice but to bite the bullet and take Yun Zhixia and the other person up the mountain.

The mountain was covered with weeds, and the moonlight shone through the tall trees around it. From time to time, there were roars, which made people shudder.

Halfway up the mountain, an isolated grave stood quietly. The weeds on the grave were taller than a person, and it was obvious that it had not been taken care of for a long time.

When the wind blew, the weeds on the grave rustled, making it look even more desolate and scary.

Master Qian brought a few people to the lonely grave, but he didn't dare to move a step. He pointed at the lonely grave and spoke uncertainly.

"It should be this tomb."

Meng died when Qian Sizheng was about ten years old, and had been dead for ten years.

Over the years, Qian Sizheng missed Meng all the time and wanted to visit her grave to pay his respects, but he still didn't know where Meng was buried.

At this moment, Qian Si was looking at the small and dilapidated lonely grave in front of him. Thinking of Meng's voice and smile, his eyes became red and tears suddenly flowed out.

"Mom, the baby is late!"

Qian Sizheng lifted his robe and fell to his knees on the ground with a plop. His sobbing was heartbreaking.

At this moment, Qian Sizheng put down all his disguises and released his emotions loudly like a wronged child.

Seeing this, Yun Zhixia patted Qian Sizheng on the back and spoke in a soothing tone.

"Don't cry, save some tears for later."

Hearing this, Qian Sizheng stopped crying and looked a little dazed.

Zhizhi, what does this mean?

“Zhizhi, you…”

"I want to see if your mother's soul is still here. It's been ten years, so she should have been reincarnated long ago."

Yun Zhixia was also a little uncertain, so she patted Wu Jin on the shoulder and asked it to help.

[Little crow, go around and see if there is any?]

Wu Jin nodded, flapped his wings and flew away.

Not long after, Wu Jin flew back, whispered something in Yun Zhixia's ear, and then flew out.

"Follow everyone!"

Yun Zhixia waved her hand, Qian Sizheng stood up and followed him, and Cheng Hongxing and other ghosts also walked over with Master Qian tied up.

In the dark night, a female ghost in white was wandering around. She looked haggard and sick, but she was exceptionally beautiful.

When Yun Zhixia and others arrived, they saw the female ghost floating towards them.

"Can you guys get me out?"

"My Zheng'er is still young, he is only ten years old, I have to take care of him!"

The female ghost looked agitated. Although she spoke normally, her eyes were dull and it was obvious that she was not in a normal state.

"mother!"

Looking at this mother who looked exactly the same as in his memory, Qian Sizheng didn't care about being afraid and rushed forward to hug Meng.

Meng was startled and subconsciously pushed Qian Sizheng away, looking a little panicked.

"You idiot, what do you want to do?"

Qian Sizheng was pushed back a few steps and almost fell to the ground, but Yun Zhixia supported him from behind.

"Zhizhi, what happened to my mother?"

"You'll have to ask your good father about this!"

Yun Zhixia glanced at Master Qian, and seeing that he looked a little guilty, she sneered.

"After a person dies, the soul will leave the body and become a ghost. Generally speaking, the ghost will quickly go to the underworld and be reincarnated."

"But some ghosts have concerns during their lifetime and are unwilling to reincarnate, so they can only stay within a ten-mile radius of the corpse."

"Over time, these ghosts will become weak, and eventually their souls will be scattered and completely disappear between heaven and earth."

"Whether it's Cheng Hongxing or your mother, they are all pitiful people. This old guy and that fat pig have never done anything good!"

As soon as Yun Zhixia finished speaking, Qian Sizheng suddenly looked at Master Qian. His gentle eyes were filled with hatred. He didn't know why his own father would treat his mother like this? !

At this moment, Qian Sizheng was no longer able to think about these things. Looking at Meng's weak soul, he quickly knelt down and asked for help.

"Zhizhi, I beg you to save my mother!"

"Let her go to the underworld and reincarnate. I don't want her soul to be scattered!"

Yun Zhixia put Ran'er down and spoke with some distress.

"Your mother's soul is so weak that she may not even be able to cross the Naihe Bridge. I don't have much spiritual power to begin with. If I save her, how many days will it take me to cultivate back?"

Qian Sizheng was very smart. After hearing Yun Zhixia's words, he was delighted. He knew that Yun Zhixia would definitely have a way to save his mother.

Although there are not many people practicing in this world, he has heard of a few. These masters are usually either guests of the royal family or hermit masters!

Although he didn't know which master Yun Zhixia was a disciple of, he couldn't let it go as long as there was a glimmer of hope!

"Zhizhi, as long as you can save my mother, everything in the Qian family will be given to you, and I am willing to be your servant for the rest of my life!"

Qian Sizheng gritted his teeth and said that he was willing to give everything for his mother!

Hearing this, before Yun Zhixia could say anything, Master Qian couldn't help it anymore and started cursing angrily.

"Everything in the Qian family belongs to me. Who are you to decide?"

"You beast, if I had known this would happen, I should have killed you!"

Mr. Qian kept cursing, which made Yun Zhixia a little impatient.

Cheng Hongxing, who was standing by, saw Yun Zhixia frowning, and quickly asked two ghosts to cover Master Qian's mouth.