"The ancestor passed away and asked me to tell Deacon Chen not to be too sad before he died."

He was in a low mood, but not too sad. After all, the ancestor was in the Qi Refining Stage and lived to be over 120 years old, which was considered a good death.

Since the ancestor passed away, their family’s situation has not been difficult.

The steward of the medicine house is not a heartless person.

This is what the ancestors said.

The love for the incense is still there.

"Um!"

Hearing this, Mr. Chen nodded expressionlessly, but if you looked carefully, you could see that his expression was very tense. If he relaxed, he would completely lose his composure.

His voice was somewhat dull as he asked, "How are Deacon Zhou's funeral arrangements being made?"

As he had an acquaintance with Deacon Zhou, he had to ask about these things, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable.

"Buried in the Immortal Sect, with Deacon Mo."

In this matter, the head of the Zhou family followed the previous arrangement of the ancestor and planned to bury his body next to Deacon Mo.

"Well, the two were close friends during their lifetime, and they were buried together after their death. This can also be called a beautiful story."

Mr. Chen's eyes became distant. In the blink of an eye, more than thirty-one years had passed in a trance, and the lives of his two old friends had disappeared in the wind.

"On the day of the burial, please ask Deacon Chen to light a stick of incense."

Patriarch Zhou invited.

"I will."

Chen Sheng nodded, and then said in a sincere voice: "Please keep that Qi Condensation Pill safe, and don't let this fate go to waste."

This was what Deacon Zhou had secured for future generations, and he didn't want this fate to be wasted.

In this way, he and Deacon Zhou underground will be silent.

"clear."

Deacon Zhou bowed respectfully to Mr. Chen, then stepped back to arrange the ancestor's funeral.

It was a sunny day, but no matter how bright the light was, it could not dispel the sadness in people's hearts.

The Zhou family members, young and old, went into battle with sad faces and intermittent sobbing. They had lost a kind-hearted ancestor and the greatest heritage of their clan.

White flags cleared the way, with two rows in parallel, forming a road of life and death in the middle.

The yellow paper fluttered, the coffin was carried steadily, and the people going up the mountain walked very steadily, not daring to have any accidents.

Mr. Chen followed behind the Zhou family. He was wearing a plain white robe and had a calm face, but occasionally a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Before, when Deacon Mo was buried, Deacon Zhou, he and Lu Zhu were also there.

This time, Luzhu was sent out by Fuyunzi. She was alone and felt more and more lonely.

"It's time to bury him."

The head of the Zhou family went up the mountain on time, and when they arrived at the prepared grave, the time was just right.

He waved his hand, and eight strong men held the coffin with both hands and placed it in the grave pit little by little.

After it was settled.

Next, it’s time to fill the soil.

"How many more times do I have to face separation and death?"

Mr. Chen watched as the coffin containing Deacon Zhou's body was gradually buried by the soil until it could no longer be seen and a small protrusion was formed.

He thought that such scenes would be repeated endlessly, and he felt a little tired.

"Burning incense for the ancestors."

After the tomb was erected, each member of the Zhou family spontaneously lit incense and offered incense.

As the smoke rose, many members of the Zhou family dressed in white knelt in front of the new grave.

"Have a safe trip."

Mr. Chen also lit a stick of incense in front of Deacon Zhou's grave.

Then.

It may also be that the feeling about death in his heart becomes more profound, and when he plays the instrument, there is a sense of sadness that is as dark as the sky and earth.

Woo woo woo…

The Zhou family members all cried when they heard the suona music.

Even the steady head of the Zhou family had red eyes.

He looked at the thin young man in white clothes, playing the suona alone, and felt as if they were very close and yet worlds away.

The only things that didn't touch me were probably the two graves next to each other.

Lu Zhu returned two days after Deacon Zhou's funeral.

"Still feeling bad?"

Her face was full of concern and her breathing was uneven. It was obvious that she had just returned and rushed over without even stopping to rest after hearing the news.

"alright."

Mr. Chen said with a smile.

It is inevitable to feel sad when an old friend passes away, but he is not so sad that he indulges in negative emotions and cannot let go.

As a human being, look forward.

"I shouldn't have gone out, so I could have been with you."

Luzhu still cared a little bit. Among the outer sect, Mr. Chen had a very good relationship with the two deacons who took care of the elderly.

A few years later, both of them passed away, which was a big blow to Mr. Chen.

At that time, if she were there, at least Mr. Chen would not feel lonely.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are not my vassal."

Hearing this, Mr. Chen wanted to laugh. He always felt that Luzhu treated him like a child who needed care all the time.

"Humph, good intentions are not rewarded."

And you can tease her.

Luzhu was relieved, but she didn't show it on her face. She frowned slightly and looked unhappy.

"My bad."

Chen Sheng immediately admitted his mistake, and then asked curiously, "Elder Fuyunzi, is there something you want to ask? Why are you asked to leave?"

Lu Zhu was very favored under Fu Yunzi's tutelage and never had to worry about trivial matters. It was unusual that she went out this time.

"It's nothing serious. They asked me to get a big herb. It seems to be used in the medicine house to make pills."

Luzhu was not very clear about this matter, but she just followed her teacher's instructions and went to a cave to visit a master in exchange for a powerful medicine.

"Great medicine? It's used in the pharmacy. How come you need connections from other places?"

Chen Sheng was suspicious. Yaolu was in charge of all the alchemy matters in the outer sect. Logically, spiritual herbs and the like should not be lacking.

This time, even the connections of the outer sect elders were used to obtain the rare spiritual herbs.

Could it be that he was trying to refine some secret elixir?

"Then I don't know."

Luzhu shook her head. She was not from the pharmacy, so naturally she was not clear about these things.

"It should be the order from Elder Shen, the controller of Yaolu."

Chen Sheng had a guess in his mind that this matter might be very important, as it involved the elders of the outer sect. He, Xi Fu and others had not received the news, so it must have been circulated among the high-level officials of the outer sect.

In the medicine house, the person who allowed Fu Yunzi to move around must have been Old Shen.

It is hard not to be excited about the work of a second-level alchemist.

Mr. Chen thought that the whole story of this incident would soon come to light, but unexpectedly, it was as if nothing had happened and there was no news at all.

Fortunately, he was just curious for a moment and soon put the matter behind him and no longer paid attention to it.

(End of this chapter)