The life cycle of plants is: they are born in spring and die in autumn.

Young people don’t feel it, but old people feel it deeply.

Three months after Master Fei Dan left, Master Ding Dan died. He sent an urgent message, asking the younger generations to come and see him for the last time.

Mr. Chen was silent for a while.

"Teacher, the cycle of life and death cannot be avoided."

Zhou Lie had met Master Ding Dan several times. He was indeed a very good old man. He felt a little sad about his passing, but their friendship was not very deep, and he knew that matters of life and death were common, so he was not too sad.

Seeing the teacher like this, he stepped forward and comforted him.

“That’s the truth.”

Mr. Chen nodded, but he was still depressed, so he stood up and said, "I'm going out for a while."

This is the truth, but Zhou Lie is a young man and does not know the distance between life and death. Once something is gone, there will be no trace of it left.

I'm afraid only the elderly who have experienced it can understand the feelings behind it.

"Master's wife, where is the teacher?"

Zhou Lie wanted to follow and take care of him, but the teacher's mood at the moment clearly did not want anyone to follow him.

"He should have gone to the alchemist Xifu."

Lu Zhu has already been able to understand Chen Sheng's temperament. This man who seems to be indifferent to everything actually takes friendship very seriously.

The death of Master Ding Dan made him feel turbulent.

At this time, it is best to ignore it and wait for a while. He will calm down on his own and everything will be fine.

Dust Light Palace.

The sky was dim, and the rubble on the temple was dull, as if covered with a layer of gloom. An old man was sitting on a stone bench, with his head slightly lowered, looking lifeless.

"Well, one less."

Xi Fu murmured softly, sighed, and seemed a little lonely.

Both old friends passed away, and the entire medicine house seemed to become cold and quiet. The familiar Changyue Hall and Luxing Hall seemed unfamiliar.

"Then you must take care of yourself. There are really not many elders left in the outer sect."

Chen Sheng secretly exclaimed in his heart that this was appropriate. He always felt grateful to Xi Fu in his heart. This old man was really nice, gentle and polite, and he made it easy for him to embark on the path of alchemy.

After two old friends passed away one after another, I was left feeling lonely and really needed a younger generation to comfort me.

"I'm here to comfort the old man? Hey, I've seen a lot of storms."

Xi Fu looked up and saw that it was Mr. Chen. He concealed his loneliness a little. He was an elder and should show young people his enthusiasm for the world instead of being sad about the passing of time.

"That is."

Mr. Chen saw the simple sentiments that grew stronger with age, and did not argue, but just responded repeatedly.

Xi Fu was enthusiastic for a while, but he still couldn't hide his emotions, and finally said: "After burying Old Ding, I want to go home."

There is not much time left in this life.

He wanted to use the last bit of time to go back to the source, say goodbye to the past, and leave peacefully.

"Home? I'll go with you."

Mr. Chen knew that Xi Fu was just like Master Fei, without children or a Taoist partner, and devoted himself to cultivating immortality and pursuing the path of alchemy.

At my age now, all my worldly relatives and friends have long since passed away, and this time when I return, I am mostly saddened by the scene.

At least with him around, I’ll have someone to talk to when I’m old and sad.

"good."

Xifu did not refuse. His heart did feel a little empty.

Life is only a hundred years long, and as one grows old and frail, it is rare for one to be happy.

Fortunately, due to a bit of kindness in my early years, I had a younger generation to take care of me, so I did not develop extreme spiritual emptiness.

It is definitely necessary to pay tribute to Master Ding Dan.

In the 62 years since he joined the Immortal Sect, Chen Sheng has experienced three funerals. This is the fourth time. He is very tired, but it seems that this situation will continue.

Many descendants of Master Ding Dan came, about sixty or seventy people, all of them strong and strong. They carried the coffin and walked smoothly.

Yellow paper, white flags, and sad sounds.

These people really cried for the old man.

The head of the Ding family, who was in the lead, walked with the coffin in his arms, feeling sad and heavy in his heart. With the passing of the old man, he felt the hardships of being the head of the family.

Even when he encountered difficulties in the past, he was still calm in his heart, because as long as the old man was there, the Ding family would not fall.

Now that the old man is gone, he has to handle everything on his own. If he is not careful, the family ship will sink.

"There will be a problem in the future. Send a letter to Yaolu and I will handle it."

Before entering the mountain, Mr. Chen chatted with the head of the Ding family. This man inherited a lot of genes from Master Ding Dan. He was polite to others and knew when to do things. He was a man who could build a family.

He was happy for Master Ding Dan, but life was full of hardships and it was inevitable that one would encounter difficulties and someone would be needed to help.

Now he has some qualifications.

"The elder is an honest man."

The head of the Ding family nodded silently. The old man seldom talked to him about the medicine house, but when he mentioned this young man, he always praised him highly and said only good things.

After a brief meeting and a few words, he agreed with the old man's words. This elder in the medicine house was a man who could be honest.

Master Ding Dan had made instructions, fearing that Master Fei Dan would be lonely on the mountain. Before his death, he specifically asked his descendants to bury him next to Master Fei Dan, so that in the coming years, anyone who came to pay their respects could also burn incense for their old friend.

The head of the Ding family did all of these.

A group of people, carrying the coffin, climbed over the hill and came to a tomb.

Master Fei Dan's grave has a touch of lush greenery. When the rain falls, the grass and trees are green, the breeze blows, and the birds sing. It is really a good place.

"It's a good place for Feng Shui. I will be buried here in the future to keep these two company."

Xi Fu nodded slightly. From the perspective of the feng shui of the burial ground, this place was full of vitality and was a good place. Moreover, two old friends were buried there one after another. He didn't need to look for a place for himself and would just ask people to settle down here.

"Senior, please stop talking like that."

Mr. Chen sighed quietly. Although Xi Fu, as an old man, had no taboos, as a young man, he felt uncomfortable listening to it.

"The time is right, let's bury Old Ding first."

Xi Fu said nothing more. Having said that, after he passed away, Mr. Chen would bury him here.

He took a look at the sky and decided not to delay any further, so he ordered the Ding family to bury the coffin quickly.

"Everyone is busy."

The head of the Ding family gave a call and took the lead, helping to carry the old man's coffin and place it in the dug hole.

Then, everyone adds a piece of soil, shows filial piety, and builds a grave and a tombstone.

After this set of procedures was completed, the Ding family lit incense, knelt together, and said goodbye to the old man who had contributed so much to the family.

The smoke of incense is lingering.

Chen Sheng's thoughts drifted away, and many scenes emerged in his mind. He remembered that what Master Ding Dan taught him was probably a small treasury full of money, which he spent all.

The old man was obviously very distressed, but he always pretended to be indifferent.

I'm afraid that none of the Ding family members could read all the annotations on those useless elixirs, but he had read them all. Such a broad mind and character are enough to benefit future generations.

It still ends with a song of crying to heaven.

Everywhere on the hills there is the sound of sorrow.

This sky and this land seem a little gloomy.

The Ding family left.

Xi Fu also wanted to look back on the past and say goodbye to it, so Chen Sheng followed his words and left with him.

After entering the mortal world and passing through several human dynasties, a small village was gathered in a remote countryside, which was Xifu's hometown.

Xijia Village.

There are more than 300 households in the village, all with walls made of yellow mud and roofs made of thatch. It looks simple, but fortunately there is no famine or flood, so it is a peaceful place.

Xi Fu was walking in front and saw a tall elm tree with a very thick trunk. His eyes lit up, and then he looked to the left about several dozen feet away, and suddenly felt disappointed.

There, bare as it is, is the house in my memory.

“Time is cruel, not only to people, but also to things.”

The light in Xifu's eyes dimmed a little, and he said, "That's right. How can a shabby house without anyone living in it survive until now?"

He was a strong young man, but he was destroyed into an old man after a hundred years. The house built with yellow mud and thatch should have collapsed long ago, but the heavy rain washed it away completely, and dust returned to dust.

"No one's home?"

Mr. Chen asked.

"That year there was a disease and many people died. I was the only one left in my family."

Xi Fu sighed all his life. Even if a cultivator encountered setbacks on his immortal path, he could still live a rich life. But for ordinary people at the bottom of society, that was a real dead end.

If you try to endure the disease, you will die. The most the government can do is post a notice and let the villagers save themselves.

"this……"

Mr. Chen didn't know what to say. No matter how many words he said, it would be useless.

"You two, what are you doing here?"

An old man from the village, very old and frail, came to Xi Fu and Chen Sheng, leaning on a piece of wood.

He was the grandfather of the village, of a very high generation and unable to work. When he saw two strangers coming to the village, he came forward to ask questions.

"Hey, is your last name Xi?"

Xi Fu didn't know how to address this guy. Normally he should call him "kid", but seeing that they both looked equally old, he decided to just ignore them.

"In Xijia Village, my last name is Xi, naturally."

Mr. Xi looked puzzled. This was Xijia Village, and he was not from here. How could that be right?

So Xi Fu introduced himself and said, "We have the same ancestor. My surname is also Xi. I lived here in the past. Later, I went to the river to fish and was washed away by the flood. When I returned, my home was gone."

It was an extremely accidental event that he embarked on the path to immortality.

An orphan in his teens, with limited knowledge, would not have the idea of ​​seeking immortals and asking for the way. Instead, he was pushed by the flood to leave his hometown and later encountered the immortal.

"This place... I have no impression of it."

Mr. Xi took a look at the old site, saw no traces and had no impression, and shook his head.

However, he had no doubt that Xifu's words and deeds were extraordinary, so there was no reason for him to find an ancestor.

Knowing that they were people from the same clan, Grandpa Xi was also very polite and invited Xi Fu and Chen Sheng to his home as guests and to entertain them.

As for the latter, the two refused, but agreed to visit Xi Taigong's house and have a cup of tea.

Xi Taigong had a high status in the clan, but his family was poor. However, his children and grandchildren were very filial, allowing him to spend his old age in peace.

"Brother, what's your name? I'll look for you in the family tree. Maybe I can find one or two relatives."

The three of them sat down, he asked his son to serve tea, and then took out the family tree, wanting to find a relative for his brother Xifu.

According to his thinking, for an old man at this age, money is meaningless and he still needs something to rely on.

"Shifu."

Xifu thought about it and did not refuse.

“I didn’t find it.”

Grandpa Xi nodded and started looking in the family tree. He looked through several books but couldn't find it. However, he didn't believe in evil and continued to look. Suddenly, he said, "Do you think I'm confused?"

What do you think?

He actually found a name "Xi Fu" in the family tree that was more than a hundred years old.

But is this reasonable? It doesn't make sense.

"I am one hundred and twenty-three this year."

Xi Fu looked at the names on the family tree and suddenly felt that each of them seemed familiar.

He confessed, but Xi Taigong exclaimed, "Ah..., are you a god?"

He is sixty-seven now, which is an extremely long life.

If a person lives for more than a hundred years, wouldn’t he be a god?

"When I was young, I had a chance to become an immortal, and I joined the Immortal Sect. I have practiced Taoism for more than a hundred years, but I have not been able to achieve immortality. As I think my life span is short, I want to return to my hometown to take a look."

Xifu calmly told this enthusiastic tribesman about his identity.

As a cultivator who practices Taoism to achieve immortality, he only lived for about a hundred years, which is really nothing.

"So, you are my ancestor."

All these were too stimulating for Mr. Xi, and he simply knelt down.

"Grandpa, why are you..."

The grandson of Xi Taigong was hesitant, not knowing whether to kneel or stand. It was true that he did not quite believe what Xi Fu said. Those immortals were all high and mighty, and when the emperor saw them, he had to come down from the palace to pay his respects.

Their Xijia Village is a mountain village with no official in the past three hundred years. How could they be so lucky as to have an immortal cultivator?

"Don't kneel, we are just chatting among our tribesmen."

Xi Fu was a noble man, but not arrogant. He was a peaceful person. And Xi Taigong was a fellow clansman, so he would not let the other party kneel. He waved his hand and used his magic power, and the old man stood up and stood steadily.

"A god."

Dragging objects through the air is a huge skill for the villagers with limited knowledge.

The grandson of Mr. Xi no longer had any hesitation, and he knelt completely with a loud and crisp thud.

This is a god, and it’s our own ancestor. It’s really not shameful.

Xi Fu felt helpless. Although immortal cultivators and mortals were of the same race, they had different methods and their identities were divided, which formed a deep chasm between them.

After knowing his identity, Xi Taigong's family no longer dared to treat him normally and were very cautious.

He felt it was boring and wanted to leave, but meeting was fate, so before he left, he left a jade bottle.

"These pills, dissolved in water and taken with water, can strengthen the body, promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. They can be regarded as a gift for our meeting."

After saying this, he didn't give Xi Taigong's family time to react, and left with Chen Sheng.

(End of this chapter)