The affairs of Mo Dahai after his death are handled by his descendants.

Only then did Chen Sheng realize that Mo Dahai had many heirs, for four generations in a row, all of them blossomed, and they were already moving closer to a small immortal cultivating family.

"Before I leave, does Deacon Mo have any unresolved wishes?"

When he came to Mo's house, he was treated with great courtesy. The name of Yaolu Deacon still carries a lot of weight.

Chen Sheng dealt with it politely, and then in the mourning hall, he saw Mo Dahai's body, which was really lifeless.

A sense of loss grew in his heart, so he wanted to do something.

"The ancestor left with a smile and no regrets in his life."

Patriarch Mo shook his head, glanced at Chen Sheng, and said hesitantly: "I just left a message, asking us to choose talented and beautiful descendants and send them to Yaolu to be taught by the deacon."

He didn't know what Deacon Chen's character was like and whether he would break the promise he made after his ancestor's death.

"I remember, I always keep it in my heart."

Chen Sheng thought a lot, looked lonely, kept mumbling repeatedly, and was in a bad mood.

"The ancestors also said that the deacon is a nostalgic person who will support the descendants of the Mo family. He also said that if they are not talented and beautiful, there is no need to send them to Yaolu. I would rather this friendship be severed and let each other stay.

Good thoughts."

Looking at Chen Sheng's expression, Patriarch Mo already knew that this Deacon Chen was an honest gentleman, and his previous agreements could still be counted.

He couldn't help but be very grateful. On the one hand, the friendship between his ancestors had not been let down in the end. On the other hand, his Mo family, with such a favor, would have the opportunity to rise in the future.

"I will see you off in three days."

Chen Sheng nodded silently. This was a mature saying. His friendship with Deacon Mo was between the two of them and had nothing to do with Deacon Mo's descendants.

Besides, he is just a deacon of a medicine house, not a big shot with great powers. The number of people he can take care of with one hand is limited.

Save some friendship for another day.

This is the right path that a cultivating family should take.

After Deacon Mo left, Chen Sheng felt a little depressed, and Deacon Zhou, the elder care duo, was even more deeply affected.

The silence between the two lasted until the fourth day, the day Mo Dahai was buried.

White flags clear the way and yellow paper flutters.

Relatives carry the coffin, wearing linen and mourning.

The low sobs made the gray weather look sad, and the gusts of wind blew by, making it feel a little lonely.

"Old Mo is gone, and I'm the only one left."

Deacon Zhou stood on the top of the hill, looking at the funeral procession in the distance. His mood was not high, and there was a trace of sadness deep in his eyes.

He has very few old friends left. The lifespan of the Qi Refining Realm is one hundred and thirty years old. He is very lucky and should be able to reach the one hundred and twenty years old.

However, this kind of luck is lonely.

Except for a few of his fellow disciples who were unfamiliar with him and were promoted to outer sect elders, the rest were mostly gone.

This time, Mo Dahai, who had been in contact with him for the longest time and spent time with him in retirement, has left, and he will become even more lonely in the future.

"Aren't you with me?"

Chen Sheng comforted Deacon Zhou, but there was an unspeakable emotion in his heart.

He can accompany anyone, but no one can accompany him.

"And I."

Lu Zhu looked at Chen Sheng, as if she wanted this young-looking boy to know that there was still her.

The two are of the same generation and can get along for a long time.

Mo Dahai's tomb was placed at the outer gate of Guangxiu Immortal Sect, which fulfilled his lifelong will.

You are a member of the sect in life, and you are a member of the sect in death.

Another point is that he doesn't want the Mo family to be completely separated from the Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

Having his tomb left here proves that the Mo family is a branch of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect, and leaving this bit of incense is useful after all.

"Buried..."

Patriarch Mo yelled, and Mo Dahai's coffin was placed in the prepared grave.

Immediately, one by one, the descendants of the Mo family worked together to cover the earth and bury the ancestor who created the Mo family's immortality cultivating family.

Soon, a small earth bag took shape.

"Send incense."

The incense candles were lit, and dots of fire appeared on the burial ground.

The curls of green smoke floated up from Mo Dahai's grave, as if he wanted to tell the gods in another world to take good care of their relatives.

"Let's also go burn incense sticks for Lao Mo."

Deacon Zhou said in a low voice.

After the relatives, the three people came to Mo Dahai's grave, bowed before him, lit incense and expressed their feelings.

Chen Sheng thought of a lot.

There is a small red clay stove making tea while chatting and practicing Buddhism.

There is a tendency to get together every now and then.

There is a Buddhist Scripture Pavilion to provide guidance for future generations.

There is an incentive to compete outside the gate.

The man who is destined to die soon will give you some advice on how to become a deacon.

All kinds of memories floated in his mind, gathered together, and became grand, and his emotions also became excited.

He took out the suona and started playing.

I still remember that Suona music theory was something that Mo Dahai could learn for free when he was the deacon of Sutra Pavilion.

At this time, it turned around again and was returned to Mo Dahai.

Woo woo woo...

A song "Weeping the Emperor to Heaven", a desolate and sad sound, lingered on the graves in the valley, and accompanied by the departing figures of the descendants of the Mo family, it was extremely depressed.

"I got sand in my eyes."

Deacon Zhou's eyes were red, he whispered, and turned back to Zhu Xiafeng to calm down.

"How can you play such a tune?"

When the song ended, Luzhu's eyes were shining brightly. She wiped them with her fingers, feeling very sorry for Chen Sheng.

In this situation, Chen Sheng was able to play the suona so sadly, obviously he was also sad in his heart.

"I'm not a heartless person."

Chen Sheng said melancholy.

…

After Deacon Mo left, Chen Sheng stayed with Deacon Zhou for two days, watching the old man's mood gradually calm down before returning to his original daily life.

However, behind him, there is an extra green bead.

"I don't understand why you do these things. If you want spiritual herbs, I can just plant them and deliver them to you."

In the western area of ​​East Nine District, Chen Sheng took care of the sprouting spiritual grass. Sometimes he would use his hands to move away clods of soil and pull out weeds that competed for nutrients.

His hands were stained with soil, and even the clothes on his body bore traces of the earth.

Therefore, he really couldn't figure out why Luzhu followed him into this medicine garden and made himself dirty like him.

"No, what you grow yourself can be the same as what others give you."

Luzhu's words are eloquent.

"You are not an alchemist."

Chen Sheng was chattering on the side, asking Luzhu to seize the time to practice. Ever since he experienced what happened to Butler Mo, he hoped that the people around him would achieve great achievements in cultivation.

That way, it will last a long time.

In the end, Luzhu did not leave and accompanied Chen Sheng on his initial path to alchemy.

"Young man..."

Master Fei noticed something, but didn't say much. He just stood far away with his eyes far away, as if he was looking at Chen Sheng and Lu Zhu, and he seemed to be looking at the existence of each of them.
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