Two hours later, Chen Mo walked out of the room with a tired look.
Chu Wushuang and Lin Yuling were in the yard. Seeing him walking out, Lin Yuling sighed and said, "Chen Mo,"
"What's the matter, Senior Lin?"
"You should go to the city tomorrow to buy a coffin and prepare it. Along with it, take some funeral items, paper money, and new clothes. Don't let your master walk away in old clothes just like that."
After Chen Mo listened, he didn't answer the question for a while.
Lin Yuling added: "Whether you accept it or not, this is something we have to face anyway. What can we, the foundation-building monks, do? After all, we are still living people. If we don't die accidentally, we should die." Dignity. Are you planning to let your master pass away peacefully?"
"...Junior dare not." Chen Mo's throat seemed to be blocked by small stones.
Lin Yuling nodded and said: "Then you go. We will take turns to accompany him these days. After a while, we will send out the jade slips. I will ask his old friends to come too. It's not in vain to have a look... Let’s get acquainted.”
Lin Yuling's voice was a little sad. Chen Mo then thought that Sun Xing was not only his master, but also an old acquaintance of Senior Lin. What kind of blow would this matter be to her?
.......
Chen Mo still did as Lin Yuling said. There were many paper figures, paper horses, shrouds, spiritual head flags, and gold and silver jewelry made of paper. If the shopkeeper of Fushou shop hadn't stopped him, saying that the Netherworld Underworld couldn't receive it. Chen Mo had the idea of killing the horse and offering it alive.
"Just put it here."
Chen Mo directed the four porters to carry the coffin and walked to the center of the yard. In fact, Chen Mo could just put it into the storage bag. However, Lin Yuling persuaded him not to do this, and he didn't think much about it. It was just a matter of taking a few more steps, so it didn't matter.
The coffin is made of golden nanmu, which is expensive and extremely exquisite. The surroundings of the coffin are carved with colors, just like a fairyland in a dream, with white clouds floating, cranes flying, and the legendary ethereal fairy palace above it. The inscription is Xiaoyaofu, which means a life of freedom and ease.
Chu Wushuang stood behind Chen Mo, hesitated for a while and said, "Junior brother, please take a rest."
"I'm not tired." Chen Mo said, "Wushuang, my master still refuses to take medicine?"
Chu Wushuang shook his head.
Chen Mo sighed in his heart. Sun Xing didn't want to drag everyone down anymore. He only wanted to die quickly. He fed him once in the house and didn't eat. It seemed that not only him, but everyone had the same result.
At this moment, the door to the courtyard was pushed open, and the two of them looked along the entrance. It was an old man wearing a green robe. After a brief inspection, Chen Mo found that this man's cultivation was unfathomable. He was obviously It was beyond the scope of his perception.
The two of them hurriedly greeted him: "I've met senior."
The old man in green robe also saw the coffin placed in the center, his pupils shrank slightly, and he frowned and said, "Is Fellow Taoist Sun Xing here?"
"That's the master." Chen Mo said, "This is not a place for conversation. Senior, please follow me."
"Okay." The old man in green robe nodded slightly and followed the two people into the room. At this time, Sun Xing was leaning against the wall, his eyes were empty and he didn't know where to look. When he saw someone coming, his eyes finally gathered slowly. On to him.
"Brother Sun, why did you become like this..."
The old man in green robe melancholy walked over, held Sun Xing's hand tightly, and sat beside the bed. The latter blinked but said nothing.
"I know you're feeling uncomfortable, take a good rest..." The old man in green robe patted his arm, turned to Lin Yuling and said, "Before I came, I guessed that you had been accompanying him."
"None of this matters anymore." Lin Yuling said self-deprecatingly.
"Too fast." The old man in green robe sighed: "When did this happen?"
"More than two months ago, Old Man Sun's cultivation had stagnated, and he was even a little weak..."
"How are Biying and the others doing?"
"I didn't inquire or ask. I guess the situation isn't very good."
.....
The two of them were asking and answering questions in front of Sun Xing's bed, talking about things that Chen Mo and Chu Wushuang couldn't understand. Just when they were about to say goodbye and leave, the door to the room was pushed open by a strange breath. .
This time, the person who came uninvited was a short woman, about forty years old. Her appearance vaguely showed her beauty from many years ago, and she also had a cultivation level that Chen Mo could not sense. Just as he was about to speak, Lin Yuling severely stopped her with her eyes.
The old man in green robe and Lin Yuling did not say anything, and let her walk in front of Sun Xing. Her hands were very soft and smooth, and she touched Master Chen Mo's wrinkled face, fascinated.
In the haze, Sun Xing saw the person coming. He closed his eyes quietly and slowly turned his head to the other side.
"Wushuang, take Chen Mo out to relax and come back later."
Lin Yuling said in a calm voice. In fact, she didn't need to say anything. Chen Mo also saw that the situation was not good. Seeing that Senior Lin provided him with steps again, the two of them quickly confessed and quickly left the room.
Back in the courtyard, Chu Wushuang said, "Where do you want to go?"
"Just walk around the area, so you don't have to go too far to find it." Chen Mo replied, and Chu Wushuang also agreed, so the two of them went out and turned around to the alley.
The sky was getting dark, and they were walking side by side from the alley to the bustling street. They were separated and seemed to be close to each other. To outsiders, there was always something missing.
Chen Mo wanted to ask her how her life had been over the years, but when the words came to his lips, he held back. He thought to himself, what could he do if he asked her? Could he travel through light and shadow and go back to the past to be with her? It's better not to say anything than to make both of you unhappy.
Besides, the master was about to leave Hexi, and he was still talking about love here. How did this make Chu Wushuang feel? Chen Mo did not dare to hold Chu Wushuang's hand, and the latter would not take the initiative at all, so an awkward feeling The situation arises.
The two of them walked silently on the noisy street, flanked by uneven house attics. Most of the rooms were lit with dim yellow lights. A faint, hazy afterglow escaped through the window paper and sprinkled on the street vendors. on them.
Intertwined with the vast moonlight above everyone's heads and the various lifestyles of the people on the street, there are thick places and shallow corners. Chu Wushuang's eyes followed the light. It was a square shroud made of candlelight.
A group of cheerful children gathered around the stall.
Chu Wushuang said: "Look, what is that?"
"It should be a prayer lantern that can fly into the night sky. Is today an important festival in the secular world?"
Although they were far away, Chen Mo also noticed it. He took a look and saw that each white lantern had a thin thread hanging on it, which was tied to the door plaque on the side. If not, the stall owner would not have to do this.
When Chu Wushuang mentioned this matter, it meant that she was interested. Chen Mo walked over with her, and the stall owner introduced him enthusiastically: "Young Master, this girl, take a look at the workmanship of this lantern. Not meticulous? And the brightness of this candle, buy one and fly into the sky!"
Chu Wushuang said: "What's the use of this?"
"Go, go! Go and play, don't stop me from doing business..." The stall owner pushed the group of children impatiently, then put on a smiling face and said:
"Of course it is useful. There are many uses, such as villagers praying to God for good weather, businessmen praying for great wealth in the future, and terminally ill people praying for medicine to cure their illnesses. As for the two of you... Haha, we can only be united forever. Let’s grow old together?”
"I'll get one just as you said. How much does it cost?" Chen Mo took over and said.
"Okay!" The stall owner immediately handed Chen Mo a lantern made of white paper: "Sir, seven cents is enough. I originally had to pay for this fire discount. Today, we are destined to be together, so I'll be free of charge. Bar!"
Chen Mo thanked Chu Wushuang and left with the paper lanterns. Not too far away, they found another stall that also sold prayer lanterns. Although the materials were similar, the price was different. Only three pennies.
"This stall owner who is full of lies!" Chu Wushuang was so angry that she turned around and went back to argue with him, but was stopped by Chen Mo. He knew that she was not short of these few pennies, so it was probably out of a sense of being teased. Angry emotion.
"Forget it, those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters."
At this time, it was completely dark. Chen Mo looked at the crowd of people holding lanterns in the distance, old and young, gradually walking out of the city. He said: "That stall owner is a discerning person. He can see it." Your temperament is extraordinary, I think you are a young lady from a wealthy family, how can I not give you a huge profit?"
"We haven't seen each other for many years, junior brother, you have indeed changed." Chu Wushuang chuckled, then shook his head and said.
Chen Mo did not respond to this sentence, and just said: "Let's go, follow them and put the lantern by the river, and we will go back."
...
By the gloomy river, frogs croaked from time to time, but as the footsteps of a group of people came, their voices were gradually drowned out. Then, first a lonely candle light lit up, and then , the second, the third... square orange pupils hung in the dark night. The size and length of the candlelight, and the change of wind direction made this scene like a free-flying homing pigeon flying in the void. , the prayer lantern floated into the sky with everyone's expectations.
Chen Mo closed his eyes and made his wish, then Chu Wushuang released the prayer lantern. After a short time, it got mixed up in the dense lanterns and could not be found again.
Chen Mo knew in his heart that their fate was already doomed. They would either crash into the stream in the early morning of the next day, or be blown away by the sudden strong wind, with the lampshades falling everywhere.
After all, secular people still have too many wishes. How can a small prayer lamp be able to bear it?
Chen Mo stood by the river, feeling lost. Chu Wushuang said at this time: "I can guess what wish you made."
Chen Mo said: "Hopefully it will come true."
Chu Wushuang said: "It won't work if you say it."
Chen Mo glanced at her. Her smile was fleeting, much like the master's breath.
"Yeah, it won't work if you say it."
Chen Mo repeated what she said again.
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