He was familiar with the duties of the medicine hut steward, so it took him some time, and it took him half a month to pull out the weeds.

He slowed down his pace in studying the First-Level Spiritual Herb Atlas and instead reviewed the people and things that happened before.

"Deacon Mo, you are polite."

He came to the Sutra Library and saw Mo Dahai lying by the fire under the counter. He then spoke softly, bowed and clasped his hands together, as if he was coming to visit him.

This was naturally a joke, and Mo Dahai knew it, so he smiled and said, "Deacon Chen, you are so proud."

After saying this, the old man and the child looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter.

"How's it going over there?"

Mo Dahai knew very little about the Medicine House. He heard that there was an alchemist who specialized in making pills there and that it was an extremely important place in the outer sect.

"Very good, I have a good relationship with Master Xi Dan, and he is willing to teach me about alchemy."

Mr. Chen talked about some common sense about the medicine house, its layout, staffing, etc. He also said that he got along very well with Xi Fu, who was a kind-hearted old man who was willing to teach him the knowledge of alchemy.

"Alchemy is a great skill, you are really capable of it."

There was a hint of envy in Mo Dahai's words. When he was young, he also wanted to follow the path of an alchemist, but he had no connections in this area and he had no special possessions, so he could only be a pure cultivator, killing in the wind and rain to seek immortality, but in the end he could hardly achieve immortality.

"In the future, your descendants can tell me your name. I am still alive and it will not be easy for me to learn from you."

Mo Dahai put aside decades of accumulated favors to pave the way for Chen Sheng. He is not a heartless person and will definitely do whatever he can.

Mo Dahai has no way to make up for this regret, but his descendants can try to embark on the path of alchemy.

"Then I can't refuse this time. I hope you can join the ranks of alchemists as soon as possible, and provide a broader stage for my kid."

Hearing this, Mo Dahai was so excited that he almost smashed the armrest of the armchair. This was a chance to become an alchemist, but an old deacon like him was powerless.

He saw through Mr. Chen's future very clearly, which was extremely extraordinary. It was a blessing for his descendants to receive such a promise.

"Lao Mo, what are you talking about that makes you look so happy?"

Deacon Zhou came over and was a little surprised. Mo Dahai's complexion was very bad, but at this moment, his face was red with smiles, and he was obviously very happy.

"Let me tell you, Brother Chen is really lucky. He has already come into contact with alchemists. I am reserving a place for him in advance so that he can give my descendants a chance."

Mo Dahai did not keep it to himself. He told Chen Sheng about his involvement in alchemy and secretly encouraged Deacon Zhou to take action as well.

"I want one too."

Deacon Zhou was extremely decisive and immediately made a request. He decided to release one sheep or both sheep in order not to add any burden to Mr. Chen.

"good."

Mr. Chen agreed very readily. Deacon Zhou had made great efforts in helping him become the deacon of the medicine house, so it was a relief for him to just have a big meal now.

"Lao Mo, how long can your body last?"

Afterwards, Deacon Zhou's expression turned to worry. He was quite clear about Mo Dahai's condition and knew that he would not be able to survive for long.

"About half a year."

Mo Dahai smiled faintly.

He already had an idea about this matter, so he didn't feel disappointed.

Besides, immortality is not easy to obtain.

He practiced Taoism all his life, was immune to cold or heat, saw the vast universe, enjoyed happiness in his old age, and gave his descendants a place to go. This was already a very perfect life.

"I still have a few years to live, and I will burn incense for you then."

Seeing that Mo Dahai was in a peaceful state of mind, Deacon Zhou felt relieved.

What he feared the most was that some people like Mo Dahai were struggling even though they knew they were going to die, causing their inner demons to grow, and yet they were unable to change the outcome, and left in an ugly state.

"Although that's what I said, it still makes me uncomfortable."

Mo Dahai cursed with a smile.

"Let's go to the quiet courtyard. Luzhu is already preparing a celebration banquet for my promotion to the deacon of the medicine house."

Mr. Chen could not be as indifferent as the two deacons who looked on at the death of their acquaintances, so he changed the subject and discussed a celebratory banquet that had been prepared in advance.

"Then let's go..."

The two elderly deacons would not refuse the lively days, and walked out of the Sutra Library together.

A quiet courtyard.

A temporary stove was built in the corner of the east wall.

Luzhu was busy. She had already prepared more than a dozen medicinal dishes and placed them on the table. Now she was cooking a golden flame free-range chicken.

Seeing Chen Sheng and the other two approaching, she said, "Sit down for a moment. It will be ready soon."

Speaking of.

The fire started up, and she used a spoon to stir-fry the chopped meat. Soon, a fragrant aroma spread out.

"You are so lucky, kid."

Mo Dahai sat in a comfortable chair, looking at the dozen exquisite medicinal dishes in front of him and the busy Lu Zhu, and was very optimistic about Chen Sheng's second half of life.

"That's right, that's right. Luzhu is the disciple of Elder Fuyunzi. How could she have done such a thing?"

Deacon Zhou also thought so. Lu Zhu had good character and a good family background, and had always been pampered. But now she was willing to work hard in front of the stove and was never complaining. Who wouldn't be envious?

"You guys have misunderstood something."

There was a big question mark on Mr. Chen’s forehead, and he felt that the two nursing home deacons had misunderstood him.

However, after hearing this, he turned around and looked at Luzhu who was standing in front of the stove. She was wearing a green dress, a square scarf on her head, and her sleeves were rolled up, revealing half of her arms, which were as thin and white as lotus roots, and had beads of sweat on them because she was close to the stove.

At this moment, he admitted that Luzhu's makeup was not as exquisite as usual, but it was much more beautiful than before.

"alright."

After a stick of incense, Luzhu came over with a plate of cooked golden flame free-range chicken and told Chen Sheng and the other two that they could start eating.

"tasty."

After Chen Sheng picked up the chopsticks, he praised the dish highly, saying that Lu Zhu had definitely put a lot of effort into it, and each dish had a unique flavor.

Because of his exposure to alchemy, he became more sensitive to pharmacology and found that the combination of food ingredients and spiritual herbs was extremely harmonious.

All in all, the meals were of a perfect standard.

"Then eat more."

Luzhu automatically ignored the praise from the two nursing deacons and watched Chen Sheng eat well. Her pair of clear eyes like water and smiling were like the dazzling Moon Bay.

"What does Elder Fuyunzi say?"

As Chen Sheng walked along, he was supported by Fu Yunzi, so he asked Lu Zhu to tell the teacher that he wanted to visit him and thank him in person.

"The teacher said that you just need to practice hard."

Luzhu said truthfully.

"Elder Fuyunzi, you are a man of high moral integrity."

Mr. Chen exclaimed in admiration. He had never even met Fu Yunzi, but the old man had already given him a lot of gifts.

This kind of selfless support is definitely a precious quality in this world.

"That's right. The teacher's reputation is excellent throughout the outer sect. He helps the younger generation without asking for anything in return. You shouldn't take this favor too seriously, lest your state of mind be flawed."

Luzhu told Chen Sheng to relax, saying that the teacher was a warm person, like the sun, warming everyone but never saying anything and never asking for anything.

(End of this chapter)