I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Qilipu is a very typical local village.

The whole village, all the houses, are standing side by side.

Most of the houses are the kind of very old courtyard houses.

In the yard, the elderly took care of the flowers and plants leisurely.

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

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

The old people all raised their heads and looked at him with doubts in their eyes.

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

A long time ago, the rural areas of the Federal Empire had been turned into 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. When I had time, I would play cards and fish with my old friends.

As for the land?

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

Therefore, in the traditional sense, rural society like two or three hundred years ago has long since collapsed.

Until, they watched Ling Ping'an 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.

"A child of the Ling family..."

They whispered.

The old people remembered the legends of the past, which were all things they heard when they were children.

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

"Ling's yard, don't go to anything..."

As for the reason, there are different opinions.

Some people say that the ancestors of the Ling family kept monsters and would eat people.

There are also people who say that the spiritual family knows magic, that is the kind of offending him, and then he drank a basin of water in his yard at night, and then chanted words in his mouth, slapped his palm into the basin, and then you got sick...

Others say that the spiritual family are monsters themselves.

Because someone once saw with their own eyes that a woman from the Ling family was dressing up on the window sill, taking a bloody human skin off her face, placing it on the desk, holding an eyebrow pencil and drawing her eyebrows, and then sticking it back.

Anyway, the Ling family is a taboo in this village.

Except for a few people who were close to the Ling family, basically no one dared to approach.

The old people looked at the young man with glasses and holding the kitten.

I thought about the legends I heard when I was a child.

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

"Look at my Invincible Speed..."

"beep……"

The old man immediately turned his head 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 don't tell us not to play?"

"How dare he go?"

The old man smiled and touched his grandson's head: "He...is a member of the Ling family..."

The little guy was aggressive, looking at the stranger who was opening the door.

An incredibly cute kitten that immediately caught his attention.

"His cat is so pretty!"

Only then did the old man notice the kitten squatting at the young man's feet.

Every hair is glowing in the sun, as if there is a colorful brilliance surrounding it.

The little cat is very spiritual.

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

The old man was stunned...

The legends of childhood, one after another hit my heart again.

"The spiritual family raises monsters..."

"They can spell..."

"The Ling family are monsters themselves!"

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

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

This kind of thing, or rather believe it or not!

No one will risk their offspring.

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Ling Ping Ping 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 any weeds.

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

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

Next to the well is a gazebo.

He remembered that every time he came back as a child, he would sit in that gazebo at night, looking at the sky and counting the stars.

It was one of his few hobbies as a child.

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

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

The brass-colored wooden door was tightly locked.

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

This is also what most rural ancestral homes are now used for - offering sacrifices to ancestors!

Ling Ping Ping is an atheist.

But like most people, there is still a lot of respect for ancestors.

So, he stepped forward, picked up a lighter on the offering table, then took out incense candles from under the offering table, inserted them into the incense burner, and lit them one by one.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the pieces of God's main card placed on it.

These god cards are his direct ancestors.

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

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

Then each generation of descendants, in a special way, is sorted from generation to generation.

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

This is the Chaomu sort!

When I was a child, Lingping didn't understand, but only thought this sort of order was very interesting.

But when he grew up, he knew that this was the very ancient Zhaomu system.

In this way, the father and son are always in the same column, and the grandchildren are always in the same column.

In the past, it was only used by the emperor's family.

But now...

Whoever likes to use it...

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

He poured glasses of wine into the glasses on the service table.

Then he continued: "It's not that I don't want to come back to see my ancestors...but...lazy..."

In front of his ancestors, he was very honest.

Although he knew that all things disappear when people die.

But the traditional influence is still very strong.

Materialists are just against feudal superstitions, and they still respect traditional morality and values.

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

Suddenly, his eyes saw something under the offering table.

He squatted down, turned his head sideways, looked over, and found that it was a card pasted on the offering table.

It seems to be the same material as the card he found last time in the family tree in the cupboard.

Ling Ping'an stretched out his hand curiously, and gently opened it, and the card fell into his hand.

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

Then, he saw lines of words written with ink pen.

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

"But why is it so strange?"

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

The Fourteenth Chapter of the Tao Te Ching.

"If you don't see it, it's called Yi; if you hear it but don't hear it, it's called Xi; if you don't know it, it's called Wei..."

Compared with the last time, the article copied on this card this time is even more mysterious.

As a liberal arts student, Ling Ping of course 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.

The general meaning is that the universe is indescribable and incomprehensible. then what should we do? Follow its laws, adapt as it works.

only……

Ling Ping'an didn't understand why his parents or the ancestor would put such a card under the altar table and in the genealogy.

"There must be something you want to tell future generations..." Ling Ping An thought while holding the card in his hand.

but……

What are they trying to say?

Tell future generations to take a good look at the Tao Te Ching?

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

Lingping scratched his head, thinking that he didn't quite understand.

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

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

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

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

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

Not only because it is cheap, but also because it can be eaten for free!

The rule in the country is that you can pick strawberries and taste them.

How much you can eat is up to you!

Especially for local farmers like Lingping, even the price is very cost-effective.

For others to pick, a pound may cost thirty, forty, or even fifty.

But if Ling is safe, a few dollars a pound.

This is the welfare of farmers.

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

Among them, many are the ancestral properties of the Ling family!

Now it's just rented to a fruit company to plant.

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

There are tens of thousands of dollars in rent every year!

But this money, the Ling family has ancestral instructions, must donate all.

Holding the kitten, Ling Ping walked out of the door and hid it.

Before walking to the gate of the yard, he met an old man in his fifties.

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

The other party raised his head and saw Ling Ping'an, he immediately laughed, and couldn't help bending his waist: "Little Master is back..."

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

Saying that, he helped the old man up.

This old man is a distant relative who helps Lingping to take care of and take care of this ancestral house.

It is said that they are distant relatives, but in fact they are not very close.

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

At that time, it was the Gojong period.

There is no emancipation for women and no equality between men and women.

Concubinage was legal at the time.

In the later period of Emperor Gojong's reign, with the implementation of the Women's and Children's Rights Protection Act, the old chaff was swept into the garbage heap of history.

It's just that the garbage heap belongs to the garbage heap.

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

Just like now, bigamy is strictly prohibited by law.

But many girls still like to be the outer room for the rich.

No way, money, it's too fragrant!

In the old days, there were still scum like master and servant.

Uncle Wang's family, a long time ago, was a servant of the Ling family, and for this reason, a daughter was dedicated to the ancestor of the Ling family as a concubine (at that time, this was a very honorable thing!).

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

What a little son, young master...

This was also the reason why Lingping didn't want to go back to Qilipu.

Here, in addition to Uncle Wang's family, there are several others, all of whom were servants or former servants of the Ling family in the past.

He is a young man of the new age.

Equality is very important!

I really don't like it, being called 'little master' or 'young master'.

Especially when the other party is an elder!

But the old man smiled and said: "Little son, made... made..."

The Ling family is very special, especially the young master.

This is the secret.

A secret that cannot be told!

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

"I can't live here anymore..." Ling Ping Ping hurriedly waved his hand, if he really wanted to stay here for the night, Ling Ping knew that the night would be very lively.

A whole bunch of people will come to see you.

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

And the Hu family and Lu family in the mountain next door will also come.

"By the way..." Ling Ping'an asked, "Uncle Wang, where is Uncle Zhang?"

"Old Zhang went to the vineyard to pick grapes for you early this morning..." The old man said with a smile.

When Ling Ping heard this, he could only sigh.

"I've said it all, you don't have to be so troublesome..." Ling Ping Ping shook his head.

The affection of the villagers really moved him.

Unfortunately, he has nothing to repay these simple folks.

Reading, reading a lonely.

Open a bookstore, open a bleak!

I can't even write a book...

That is the level of the game, okay!

But he doesn't go for a career...

So, very ashamed! Every time I come back, I feel ashamed of Jiangdong's elders!

This is also why he always dreamed of becoming a federal book giant or becoming the sixth white man in the Central Plains.

He just used those two excuses that he didn't even believe in to deceive himself and comfort himself.

Therefore, in front of the old man, Ling Ping'an felt a bit like sitting on pins and needles.

He hurriedly made an excuse: "Uncle Wang, I won't chat with you..."

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

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

The old man was behind him, always bowing slightly, watching Ling Ping Ping go away.

"Little master..." The old man looked at Lingping's figure and said softly, "When... can you lead us back to our ancestral land?"

It has been two hundred years.

When can we go back to the homeland of our ancestors?

The fox died on the first hill, and Ma Yifeng was replaced by the wind.

For two hundred years, he and the souls of his ancestors have been dreaming of returning to their homeland.

However, all these hopes fell on this little master.

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

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

The man came over.

An old woman with white hair.

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

The old woman nodded, she knew it, and when the little master came back, she sensed it.

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

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