Only then did Chen Sheng realize that Mo Dahai had many descendants for four generations, all of whom were successful, and they had become a small immortal cultivation family.

"Before you leave, Deacon Mo, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

When he came to the Mo family, he was treated with great courtesy. The title of the deacon of the medicine house was quite important.

Mr. Chen responded very politely. Then, in the mourning hall, he saw Mo Dahai's body, which was truly lifeless.

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

"The ancestor left with a smile on his face, with no regrets in his life."

The head of the Mo family shook his head, glanced at Chen Sheng, and said hesitantly: "Just leave a message, let us choose descendants with good talents and send them to the medicine house to be taught by the steward."

He didn't know what kind of character this Deacon Chen had, and whether he would go back on his promise after the ancestor's death.

"I remember it, and I always kept it in my mind."

Mr. Chen thought about a lot of things, looked lonely, and kept muttering to himself, in a bad mood.

"The ancestor also said that the steward is a person who cherishes the past and will help the descendants of the Mo family. He also said that if they are not talented and of good character, there is no need to send them to the medicine house. I would rather this friendship be severed and let each other have good memories."

When the head of the Mo family saw Chen Sheng's expression, he already knew that this Deacon Chen was an honest gentleman and the previous agreement still counted.

He couldn't help but feel grateful. On the one hand, the friendship of the ancestor was not let down after all. On the other hand, it was his Mo family, and with such a favor, there would be a chance for him to rise in the future.

"I will go to see you off in three days."

Mr. Chen nodded silently. This was the words of an experienced person. The friendship between him and Deacon Mo was between the two of them and had nothing to do with Deacon Mo's descendants.

Besides, he was just a steward in the medicine house, not a great figure with extraordinary powers, and the number of people he could take care of with one hand was limited.

Leave some friendship for the future.

This is the right path that a family of immortal cultivators should take.

Deacon Mo left, and Mr. Chen felt a little depressed. Deacon Zhou from the elderly care duo was even more devastated.

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

White flags lead the way, and yellow paper flutters.

Relatives carried the coffin and wore mourning clothes.

The low sobbing made the gloomy weather seem sad, and the gusts of wind brought a bit of loneliness.

"Lao Mo is gone, and I am the only one left."

Deacon Zhou stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the funeral procession from afar. He was in a bad mood, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

He has very few old friends left, and the maximum lifespan of people in the Qi Refining Realm is 130 years. He is very lucky, and should be able to advance to 120.

But this kind of luck is lonely.

Except for a few of his fellow disciples who were not familiar to him, most of them were promoted to outer sect elders, and the rest left.

This time I have been in contact with him for the longest time. Mo Dahai, who had lived with him in his old age, has passed away, and he will become more and more lonely in the future.

"Don't you have me with you?"

Mr. Chen comforted Deacon Zhou, but he felt an unspeakable emotion in his heart.

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

"And me."

Luzhu looked at Chen Sheng, as if she wanted to let this young-looking boy know that she existed.

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 Xianzong, which fulfilled his life's will.

He is a member of the sect in life and he is a member of the sect even after death.

Another point is that he didn't want the Mo family to completely break off relations with the Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

Having his tomb here can prove that the Mo family was separated from the Guangxiu Immortal Sect. Keeping this bit of incense and worship will be useful after all.

"Buried..."

The head of the Mo family roared, and Mo Dahai's coffin was placed in the prepared grave.

Then, the young men of the Mo family worked together to cover the ground with soil and buried the ancestor who founded the Mo family of immortal cultivation.

Soon, a small mound of earth took shape.

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

Wisps of green smoke rose from Mo Dahai's grave, as if trying to tell the gods in another world to take good care of their loved ones.

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

Deacon Zhou whispered.

The three followed the relatives and came to Mo Dahai's grave, bowed, and lit incense to express their condolences.

Mr. Chen thought a lot.

There is a small red clay stove where people chat and practice Taoism while making tea.

There are gatherings every now and then.

There is a Sutra Repository to provide guidance to the younger generation.

There is the incentive of the outer sect competition.

A deacon who is about to die.

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

He took out his suona and started playing it.

I still remember that Mo Dahai learned the music theory of suona when he was the deacon of the Sutra Repository.

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

Woo woo woo…

The song "Crying to the Heaven" with its desolate and sad voice lingered over the graves in the valley, accompanied by the departing figures of the Mo family's descendants, making it feel exceptionally desolate.

"There's sand in my eyes."

Deacon Zhou's eyes were red. He said something in a low voice and turned back to Zhu Xiafeng to calm himself down.

"How can you play such a tune?"

At the end of the song, there was a bright light flashing in Luzhu's eyes. 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, and it was obvious that he was sad inside as well.

"I'm not a heartless person."

Mr. Chen said sadly.

…

After Deacon Mo left, Mr. Chen stayed with Deacon Zhou for two days. He watched the old man's mood gradually calm down and then returned to his normal daily life.

However, there was an extra green bead behind him.

"I can't understand why you are doing all this. If you want spiritual herbs, I can just grow them and send them to you."

In the western area of ​​East District 9, Mr. Chen looked after the sprouting spiritual herbs. Sometimes he would use his hands to move away the obstructing clods of soil and pull out the weeds that competed for nutrients.

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

Therefore, he really couldn't understand why Luzhu followed him into the medicine garden and got herself dirty like him.

"No, how can the ones you grow yourself be the same as the ones given by others?"

Luzhu said confidently.

"You're not an alchemist."

Mr. Chen kept nagging Luzhu to seize the time to practice. Ever since his experience with Deacon Mo, he hoped that the people around him could achieve great success in practice.

That way, it can last long.

In the end, Lu Zhu did not leave and accompanied Chen Sheng on his initial journey of alchemy.

“Young man…”

Master Fei Dan noticed something, but didn't say much. He just stood far away, his eyes wandering away, as if he was looking at Chen Sheng and Lu Zhu, or as if he was looking at the young years that everyone has experienced.

(End of this chapter)