Chen Mo forgot how he came out. He didn't cry, he just stood there blankly, not knowing what to do. It wasn't until the mysterious man from before came over to let him rest that he sat down as if he had just woken up from a dream.
The stone bench was facing the house. Chen Mo glanced at the window, but did not dare to look again. At this time, his tears fell. The more he thought about it, the more he hated it. Refining alchemy, refining alchemy, what is the use of refining alchemy? ! He couldn't even save his master. Sun Xing was leaving, dying, growing old on his bed, fading away in the dust. This one of the few people in the world of cultivation who cared about him was leaving!
Chen Mo, besides Lin Yuqin, who else will miss you all the time? Cultivation? What’s the point of bullshit! For more than 20 years, I have been caught, escaped, and reincarnated in an endless cycle. I have been struggling to survive like a mangy old dog. I have been wronged and calculated. In the end, I have to endure the result, "Why can't I be someone else?" ?" Chen Mo wanted to yell like crazy in the yard, draining all his strength and blood. He hated himself for being powerless, and also hated this damn world of evil cultivation.
"...Come quickly...ah! He...he is dying!!!"
I don’t know how much time passed, but Chen Mo heard the shrill crying in his ears. He thought it was in a dream, and his body was motionless. In fact, he couldn’t tell the difference between dreams and reality at this moment, and then there was another burst of hurried shouting. Someone Read his name anxiously, Chen Mo! Chen Mo, come quickly! ! Your master is dying! ! It was Lin Yuling's voice.
Chen Mo woke up suddenly, jumped up quickly, and rushed over in a few steps: "Move! Get out of the way!!" Even if everyone's cultivation level was higher than Chen Mo, no one would say anything at this juncture. Chen Mo When he arrived in front of Sun Xing - his face was ashen - even breathing was considered a luxury.
The monk surnamed Xu said to him sternly: "Put on your master's shroud quickly, it's unlucky to be too late!" Chen Mo's mind went blank for an instant, and he almost forgot to breathe. He could only let them dictate, and Sun Xing didn't know either. Feeling pain, Chen Mo asked Lin Yuling and Zhuo Qingyang to hold him up. Chen Mo tied up the yellow satin clothes in a panic and smoothed them in a hurry. He heard the monk named Xu calling to a few younger monks: "Come here and help me." , don't use your spiritual power!" "Chen Mo, go hold your head!" "Slow down! Slow down!!" The eight foundation-building monks lifted Sun Xing's thin body and walked towards the coffin in the center of the yard outside the house. go.
"Entering Tianmen, moving to a new home!"
"Entering Tianmen, moving to a new home!"
Everyone kept talking about it, first Zhuo Qingyang said it, then the second, the third... everyone in the farewell team said this sentence. Lin Yuling couldn't stop crying anymore. She wanted to rush over to stop the carrying team at all costs, but before she could take a few steps, she was pressed down by a few old guys: "Sister Lin! Let Sun Dao be friendly. Okay, let's go, don't make trouble here!!" The old man in green robe who was the first to arrive said while holding back his grief.
"...Master!" Chu Wushuang also felt sorry for Lin Yuling, hugging her legs and crying. Several female cultivators also cried loudly. The scene was very desolate.
Long before Sun Xing was taken away, an old monk who knew the rules covered his face with a piece of white linen paper. Since he left at night, the deceased must not be allowed to see the sky. Once the moon and stars are seen, it means that He was out of his wits.
Even cultivators pay attention to the rhetoric of mortals when it comes to death and departure. They would rather believe something exists than something they don’t believe. Chen Mo always pressed the white linen paper gently to prevent it from being blown away by the wind. They worked together to lift Sun Xing to the Inside the coffin, head south and feet north, straw was spread under the body, and a layer of white quilt was covered on top.
At this time, Sun Xing's eyes opened slightly. He was still breathing his last breath, and seemed to still have a trace of nostalgia for the world. Everyone formed a small circle around the coffin, feeling sad and helpless. All of them came to mind, and they just watched helplessly as a monk was about to enter another unknown world.
"Chen Mo, let your master rest in peace!"
The monk surnamed Xu turned around and didn't take another look. He left the coffin and looked at the sky with his hands behind his hands. The same group of old foundation-building guys also quietly dispersed after seeing Sun Xing for the last time.
Chen Mo's hands were trembling. He slowly put his hand into the coffin, as if he was dipping into the cold and dark river water. Fear and pain were his memories of the river when he was a child. Why did it have such a coldness that penetrated his bones? The moment he touched Sun Xing's eyelids, it was as if he had touched a piece of burning iron, which made him burst into tears and couldn't stop it.
Chen Mo also knew this rule: Don't bring tears into the coffin. Otherwise, if the master is nostalgic for the world and does not arrive in the Netherworld within the specified time, he will turn into a wandering lonely ghost. Lend him 10,000 I don’t even have the guts to do that.
"Master, you can rest assured about everything. My apprentice is willing to go further for you in the art of alchemy..."
Chen Mo's hands were shaking violently. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and touched down Sun Xing's fragile eyelids. Time seemed to have stopped for a few breaths in this moment, and it felt like millions of years had passed. .
The person in the coffin was completely silent.
Chen Mo suddenly lost all his strength and collapsed on the ground along the coffin. His body seemed like a pile of burned firewood, leaving only gray-white charcoal residue, which disappeared when the wind blew.
At this time, the few female monks who were close to the master dared to get close and burst into tears. The old guys were silent one by one, and lined up to take out the prepared items, either elixirs or exquisite-looking pills. All the magic weapons were placed beside Sun Xing.
These things will be buried underground together with Sun Xing. Like people, they have their final fate.
"Boy Chen! Young boy Chen! Quickly show your master the way!!"
Zhuo Qingyang shook Chen Mo, who was in a daze, and said it face to face again. Chen Mo nodded silently and climbed up the wooden steps like a puppet. Everything was guided by the monk surnamed Xu, who asked him to point with the spiritual flag. To the southwest, he then burned a paper horse for the master, which meant that he would be able to become an official in the immortal palace after his death.
"Asgard... Asgard..."
Chen Mo laughed foolishly, knelt in front of the coffin and began to deliver paper money to Sun Xing. Lots of yin paper, as well as paper cubes that looked like spiritual stones, were all thrown into the fire.
There were cries in his ears, but his hands kept moving. Chen Mo just burned the paper in a dull manner. The white paper ash behind the embers floated everywhere, falling on the yard, the eaves, and everyone.
The things behind him were far more than that, other matters were handled by these old guys. Chen Mo knelt for more than three hours, until the harsh sound of the suona vaguely sounded in the gradually brightening sky...
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After discussion with several monks surnamed Xu, the majestic funeral procession set off just after half time. Chen Mo put on white mourning clothes and smashed a mud basin with a small hole in it in front of the coffin, and then The crowd began to march.
He bowed every three steps, then knelt down and kowtowed every five steps. Chen Mo did not show any laziness, nor did he use any of his spiritual power. By the time he left the city gate, his knees had worn out the cloth and leaked out. Two fist-sized holes.
After walking for about two miles, behind the shade of a willow tree, there was an unknown tomb. Under the instruction of the monk surnamed Xu, Chen Mo took out several hoes from his storage bag and worked with others to dig out the tomb. Sun Xing was buried in a pit that could accommodate the coffin. After filling the soil, the grave bag was made solid.
Everyone bowed to say goodbye again. Chen Mo was now seven or eight times more conscious and said to everyone: "Seniors, you have worked hard these days. I have already booked a vegetarian banquet at the inn in the city, and I would like to invite my seniors to patronize me." Fan."
This was naturally hard to refuse. After not walking far, these elderly foundation-building monsters returned to the city for a meal like ordinary people, and then said goodbye to Lin Yuling and others and left.
"I don't know how many people will still remember Master after his death..." Chen Mo sighed in his heart.
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