The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

When the two returned to the alley, it was not as quiet as they had imagined.

On the contrary, it was noisy, with many people busy and walking around, and some sobbing could be heard.

"Uncle, what's going on!" Li Chuyi stopped an old man with a white beard and asked.

"It's nothing serious. Old Man Liu at the end of the alley knows. He lived for more than a hundred years, and he suddenly died tonight without any illness. Hey, it can be considered a happy death!"

After the old man left, Li Chuyi looked at the neighbors who kept coming and going, "Did he die without any illness?"

"Fellow Daoist Lin, everyone here is extremely unlucky. However, I have been here for more than a month and found that none of them suffer from serious diseases, not even common ailments. Do you think it's strange?"

Li Chuyi sighed, "But this is pretty good. There are few mortals in the outside world who live longer than a hundred years old."

Lin Daiyu hasn't answered yet, but the people waiting to come to the government are still those white-robed propaganda envoys, more than a dozen of them.

The government is still as wealthy as ever, leaving behind a lot of money.

The leader cupped his hands with a serious look on his face, "Dear relatives, birth, old age, illness and death are normal things for human beings. Please show your condolences and accept the change."

"These three hundred taels of silver are the consolation and funeral expenses given to you by the government. I hope you will get out of the pain as soon as possible and you have to live your life!"

"Let the government handle the body of Mr. Liu. We will cremate it overnight and bring you the ashes tomorrow morning."

"This is a rule, you should understand it!"

Li Chuyi was shocked when he saw all this. When someone died in his family, the government helped cremate the person and gave the family several hundred taels of silver.

He finally understood that, in addition to giving each person twenty taels of money every month in the great Fu Kingdom, there was nothing wrong with giving out money in various ways, just because they were afraid that you would not accept it!

Then, a group of propaganda envoys carried the old man's body out, but the mourning hall still had to be placed.

Li Chuyi volunteered to help, and he had some experience in funeral matters.

"Dear neighbors, this mourning hall should be facing south."

"And the tribute table, it's better to have a square shape, but I'm afraid this round one won't work."

"The dead are out of the family, and the strangers should stay in the dormitory. Please be patient!"

Seeing how capable little blacksmith Li was, the young wives became jealous and began to surround Lin Daiyu.

Suddenly, smoke was everywhere.

On the second day, Li Chuyi stood behind the mourning hall, playing the suona. Along with him, there were several people who played gongs and drums, all of whom came voluntarily.

The filial sons and grandsons, wearing sackcloth and mourning, knelt down in front of the mourning hall.

At this time, people from the government came to the door again and brought a white ossuary. The scene suddenly burst into tears.

Half a day later, while Li Chu was taking a breather, Lin Daiyu came over, his expression slightly condensed.

"Fellow Daoist Li, the so-called mourning hall, in the final analysis, is to give the soul a short-term shelter after death, so that it will not be wandering without finding a home."

"Although our cultivation levels have been sealed, our senses are still there. Do you feel a trace of soul power fluctuations around here?"

Li Chuyi shook his head, "Never!"

"Fellow Daoist Li, you are like this..." Lin Daiyu whispered as he looked around and saw no one approaching.

After a while, Li Chuyi came back from the mourning hall with no expression on his face.

"I just secretly opened the urn. According to my experience, there are some animal bones inside, but they are not human bones anyway."

"Ah? It's all burned to ashes. Can you tell the difference?"

The breeze blew, carrying the paper ashes in the brazier and flying all over the sky.

Li Chuyi looked up and said softly: "I smelled it. I have seen countless human skeletons stacked together. I am very familiar with that smell!"

Lin Daiyu said thoughtfully, "In this way, it is indeed as I thought. In this Dafu Kingdom, everyone is clearly marked with a price. Their souls and flesh and blood are all just commodities."

"Maybe!" After Li Chuyi said this, he turned back, picked up the suona, and started playing it leisurely.

White things are never just about paying homage to the dead, but also comforting the living.

Of course, for those children, they were impatient. They were all looking at it eagerly, why haven't the seats started yet?

The funeral lasted for seven days before the mourning hall was removed.

In the evening, the bright moon hangs sideways, and the night is as cool as water.

Li Chuyi was lying on the rocking chair, staring blankly into the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

"Fellow Daoist Li, you seem to have something on your mind." Lin Daiyu came, bringing with him a fragrant breeze.

"Hey, it's just the two of us. Do you need to make yourself smell good all day long?"

Li Chuyi said helplessly, "The money I earned from selling iron tools these days, and the hundred taels of money given by the government, have all been used by you to buy those bottles and cans."

"Ahem, this..." Lin Daiyu hesitated.

"Actually, I don't want to, but after being a woman for hundreds of years, these have become habits. If I don't prepare some rouge and gouache, I always feel uneasy."

He walked up to Li Chuyi, knelt down and made a Wanfu gift, "So I ask you, sir, to make more money, and don't let those sisters laugh at me!"

Li Chuyi took a deep breath, turned around and pulled out the long knife, "I will chop you today!"

"Goodbye, fellow Daoist Li, it's just a joke. Besides, I am a woman now. What woman doesn't like to buy rouge? Otherwise, I'm afraid it will arouse suspicion!"

"Fellow Daoist Li, I was wrong!"

……

In the blink of an eye, April has passed, and it is already autumn. It is already past the wheat harvesting season, and even the rice has matured.

Interestingly, Li Chuyi and Li Chuyi also received a portion of the new rice and noodles produced this year. Each weighed a thousand kilograms and filled the entire hut. He tasted it and found that the taste was very fresh.

However, he also knew that the three trillion people of Dafu State could live such a nourishing life without having to produce anything. There must be immortal cultivators behind this, such as the Magic Pavilion.

Although there are many clues now, there is always one main line missing, and many key nodes cannot be connected in series.

Today, the blue sky is clear and high, the white clouds are light and leisurely. In the cool breeze, the trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only fading.

But at this time, Li Chuyi and his two men were rushing towards the center of the city, following a large number of people.

Not only the people in the city, but also the villagers outside the city, all came to the city to take a look at the excitement.

Just because today is the annual Bad Luck Festival. In the eyes of Dafu people, bad luck is a good thing like luck in the outside world.

The reason why Li Chuyi came here was because he heard about it.

Through this kind of competition, you can advance through the levels, and you can even enter the imperial city to meet the monarch of Dafu and receive rewards. In the eyes of the people of Dafu, this is the supreme honor passed down from generation to generation.

What’s interesting is that Dafu State accommodates three trillion people, and its territory is so huge that it’s hard to imagine.

According to the government, if the winner goes to a larger city, or even the imperial city, he can take the official's exclusive passage and arrive there in a matter of seconds.

Ordinary people might not think much about the government's rhetoric, but at Li Chu's first glance, there was no doubt that this was a teleportation array.

"Brother Li, are you sure?" Lin Daiyu said it very naturally after having been together for nearly half a year.

"It's okay!" Li Chuyi replied casually.

At the same time, he sighed in his heart, thinking that he had been practicing immortality for so long, but he had never experienced any of the sect competitions or ranking matches in a domain mentioned in the autobiographies of his predecessors.

Now, after finally participating in an event, the result is actually a competition to see who is more unlucky.

The grand Nascent Soul overhaul is a sufficient experience.