Immortal, my aptitude is mediocre

Chapter 46
The affairs of Mo Dahai's death are taken care of by his descendants.

Only then did Chen Sheng realize that Mo Dahai had many descendants, four generations in a row, all blossoming, and they were already moving closer to a small cultivating family.

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

When he came to Mo's house, he was treated with great courtesy. The name of the deacon of the medicine hut still holds a lot of weight.

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

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

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

Patriarch Mo shook his head, glanced at Chen Sheng, and said hesitantly: "Just leave a message, let us choose talented and beautiful descendants, send them to the medicine house, and let the deacon teach them."

He didn't know, this Deacon Chen, what kind of heart he was, would he void the promise he had made after the death of the ancestor.

"I remember, I always remember."

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

"The ancestor also said that the deacon is a nostalgic person, and he will support the descendants of the Mo family. He also said that if he is not talented and beautiful, he does not need to be sent to the medicine house. I would rather cut off this friendship and let each other stay together." A good thought."

After seeing Chen Sheng's expression, Patriarch Mo already knew that this Deacon Chen is a sincere gentleman, and the previous agreement can still be counted.

He couldn't help but be very grateful. On the one hand, the friendship of the ancestors was not let down after all, and on the other hand, his Mo family, with such a favor, will have a chance to rise in the future.

"In three days, I will see you off."

Chen Sheng nodded silently. This is an old saying. The friendship between him and Deacon Mo belongs to two people and has nothing to do with Deacon Mo's descendants.

Besides, he is just a deacon of the medicine hut, not a big man with great powers, and there are only a few people who can take care of him with one hand.

Save some friendship for another day.

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

After Deacon Mo left, Chen Sheng was a little depressed, and Deacon Zhou of the elderly care duo was even more hit.

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

White banners clear the way, and yellow paper flutters.

The relatives carry the coffin, wearing linen and filial piety.

The low sobbing sound made the gloomy weather look sad, and the gust of wind blew by, making it a little lonely.

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

Deacon Zhou stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the funeral procession, his mood was not high, and there was a trace of grief hidden in his eyes.

His acquaintances are few and far between, and the maximum lifespan in the Qi Refining Realm is 130 years old. He is very lucky, and should be able to enter the ranks of 120.

It's just that this kind of luck is lonely.

Except for a few of his brothers of the same generation who were not familiar with him, they were promoted to elders of the outer sect, and most of them left.

This time, he has been in touch with him for the longest time, and Mo Haihai, who was with him for the elderly, has left, and he will become more and 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."

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

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 was the will of his whole life.

Life is a member of the sect, and death is also a member of the sect.

Another point is that he doesn't want the Mo family and Guangxiu Xianzong to be completely severed.

With his grave left here, it can prove that the Mo family was separated from the Guangxiu Immortal Sect, and it will be useful to keep this kind of incense.

"Buried..."

Patriarch Mo roared, and Mo Haihai's coffin was placed in the prepared tomb.

Immediately, all the descendants of the Mo family joined forces to cover the soil and buried the ancestor who created the Mo family's cultivating immortal family.

Soon, a small soil bag took shape.

"Incense."

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

Curly green smoke floated 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 go and offer incense to Lao Mo, too."

Deacon Zhou said in a low voice.

After their relatives, the three of them came to Mo Haihai's grave, bowed down, lit incense and incense, and talked about their hearts.

Chen Sheng thought of a lot.

There is a small red clay stove, chatting and cultivating tea.

There are Kaibai who get together every now and then.

In the Sutra Pavilion, take care of the younger generation's guidance.

There are incentives from the outer sect Dabi.

It is not long before the end of life to mention the way of deacon.

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

He took out the suona and blew it.

I still remember that when Mo Dahai was the deacon of the Tibetan scripture pavilion, he could see the suona music theory for nothing.

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

woo woo woo...

A song "Crying for the Emperor", the desolate and desolate voice, lingering on the tomb in the valley, accompanied by the departing figures of the descendants of the Mo family, 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?"

At the end of the song, Luzhu's eyes were shining with a bright light, she wiped it with her fingers, feeling sorry for Chen Sheng.

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

"I'm not a heartless person."

Chen Sheng said sadly.

……

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

It's just that behind him, there is an extra green bead.

"I can't figure it out, why are you doing these things? If you want spiritual grass, I'll just plant it and send it to you."

In the west area of ​​the East Ninth District, Chen Sheng took care of the sprouting spirit grass, and sometimes used his hands to move away the clods that were in the way and pull out the weeds that competed for nutrients.

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

Therefore, he really couldn't figure out why Luzhu would follow her into this medicine garden and get her body dirty just like him.

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

Green Pearl speaks eloquently.

"You are not an alchemist."

Chen Sheng babbled at the side, telling Luzhu to hurry up and practice. Ever since he experienced Deacon Mo's experience, he hoped that the people around him could achieve great achievements in cultivation.

That way, it will last for a long time.

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

"Young man..."

Danshi Fei saw something, but didn't say much, just stood far away, his eyes drifted away, as if he was looking at Chen Sheng and Luzhu, and he seemed to be looking at everyone who had existed before. young years.

(End of this chapter)