Green Plum Fairy Road

The Mo Dashan couple walked very peacefully and very calmly.

Before their Shouyuan completely came to an end, everything that should be explained had already been explained to their children, and everything they wanted to say had been said.

The children and grandchildren in front of the two are full of children. Most of them have grown up and become independent. Some of them have not seen many times, but they have all returned.

When they left, they did not suffer the slightest pain. They passed this life without disease and disaster. At the end of their lives, under the service of the eldest son, Mo He, they also arranged their appearances. The front is very decent.

Clouds were densely covered, followed by heavy rain. From the moment when the Mo Dashan and his wife died, the next few days will be heavy rain in Zi'an County.

Some practitioners in Zi'an County felt a little annoyed by the weather, so they tried to change the weather, only to find that after they used the methods, they did not affect the rainy weather at all, and they knew immediately. Two days of heavy rain was not easy, no one dared to try again.

In the small courtyard of Xiahegou Village, a mourning hall has been erected at this moment. A few days have passed. In the surrounding ten miles and eight townships, countless people have come to pay homage, including the county government and government officials. Come to memorialize.

In addition, there are many guests from afar, and most of them are relatives of the Mo family. After all, the Mo family is still in the open. Many of their children are married or married. After the relatives, the elders of the family have passed away, so it is natural to come to memorialize.

There are also Mo Qing, Mo Liu, and some of the more outstanding children of the Mo family. With their respective influences, some people will also come, so that more people will come to pay homage.

Mo He didn't have too many friends, and not many came, but each of them was heavy, but they were relatively low-key. After coming around for a while, he briefly spoke to Mo He and left.

Xia Lian also asked people to come to pay homage to him. Although Su Bai did not come, he was also brought by a younger generation.

Several days later, when the people of Shili and Eight Townships in Xiahegou Village saw someone passing away for the first time, there were so many people who came to pay homage to them. There was a constant flow of people, and most of them were big people. They had to sigh, the prosperity of the Mo family now.

The day finally came to the funeral. The coffin of the Mo Dashan couple was lifted out of the small courtyard. All the children of the Mo family bowed their heads and followed the Mohe, who was walking in the front. Good graveyard.

The moment Mo He stepped out of the yard, the rain that had lasted for the past few days stopped immediately. This was the dark cloud above his head that had not yet dispersed, still giving people a sad and depressing atmosphere.

Behind Mo He, Mo Qing and Mo Liu lowered their heads slightly, followed behind their brother, and walked forward step by step. It didn't take long before everyone came to the grave that had been dug.

The Mo family in Xiahegou Village has always had a cemetery. When the old people in the village pass away, they are basically buried here. The Mo Dashan and his wife are no exception. They will also be buried here.

When he came here, Mo He stopped, looked back at the coffin, and walked aside.

Those who were carrying the coffin stepped forward at this time, slowly putting the coffin down, and then sending the coffin into the tomb according to the usual customs and procedures.

Although it had rained for a few days, there was no water in the tomb. Some people had considered these details in advance.

Mo He stood by and watched silently, watching the two coffins being sent into the tomb, and then everyone around retreated, and someone handed a shovel into Mo He's hand.

Holding this shovel, Mo He shoveled the soil of the first shovel from the ground, then poured it into the tomb, and after that, he turned around and handed the shovel in his hand to his clone Hands.

Originally, he was going to give it to Mo Qing next to him, but Mo He didn't do that, but there was no problem, because he just replaced the shovel in his own hands, it was Mo He himself.

Mo He's clone took the shovel in Mo He's hand and, like Mo He, shoveled the soil from the ground and poured it into the tomb.

After he finished this matter, the shovel was handed over to Mo Qing. Next, Mo Qing began to repeat the actions just now. After that, it was Mo Liu, followed by Mo Ling, and then kept going down. pass.

After all the immediate children had done this, the relatives around, everyone came forward together and began to quickly shovel the soil into the tomb.

Following the movements of the people, the tomb was soon buried by the soil. In the process, Mo He didn't do much and just stood by and watched silently.

After everyone's movements stopped, Mo He looked at his avatar, holding a shovel, standing there blankly, looking at the avatar of the new grave in front of him, Mo He spoke calmly. Tao.

"You are my clone. After taking care of your parents for so many years, you are a little different. If you still want to stay in Xiahegou Village, you can continue to stay!"

Hearing Mo He's words, the simple-faced clone turned his head and shook his head slightly, "I am the clone that you have created. The so-called change is just that some emotions are deeper. After all, it is you!"

"The things that should be done have been done, and my existence is meaningless. There is no need to stay here. After all, I am just a clone!"

After saying this, a simple smile appeared on his face, and then dropped the shovel in his hand, took two steps forward, and got closer to the new grave.

Afterwards, his ordinary temperament, like an ordinary farmer, slightly changed, and his face also seemed to become older at this moment.

He continued to walk a few steps forward, his hair became completely white, and his appearance became even older, as if he had become an old man who was about to die.

Then, his body seemed to be drained of water. In the blink of an eye, it gave people a sense of dryness and decay. Then, his body really became dry, like the soil of lost water, turned into Pieces of dust were scattered, and then scattered directly.

The scattered dust was very accurately scattered on the two new graves, and in the end they covered the two new graves with a very thin layer of soil.

As the clone dissipated, Mo He also retracted part of the primordial spirit thoughts on this clone. Then, his breath fluctuated in an instant, and suddenly there seemed to be an upward movement, but Mo He was forced by it. Suppressed.

Because of this sudden episode, many people turned their eyes to Mo He at this time, but Mo He didn't explain anything to them, and he didn't need to explain anything.

After the avatar dissipated, Mo He withdrew part of his primordial spirit. At this moment, he almost couldn't help it, breaking through his cultivation on the spot.

Fortunately, Mo He knew when it was now, and there was nothing wrong with his desire to break through his cultivation base, but today, on this occasion, it was slightly inappropriate.

After suppressing his breath, Mo He followed the crowd to complete the next process. Finally, a group of people returned to the small courtyard again. The people of Mo's family slowly sent away some guests who had arrived. The matter is almost over.

That night, the dark clouds that had been shrouded for several days finally dissipated, and a little bit of starlight appeared in the night sky, making the sky seem extraordinarily deep.

In the small courtyard of the Mo family, Mo He sat with Mo Qing and Mo Liu. After looking at the small courtyard that seemed a little quiet after the hustle and bustle, Mo Qing spoke first.

"As soon as my parents go, there will be no one here in the future. After a long time, I am afraid it will be abandoned!"

When he said this, Mo Qing's tone was full of emotion. He is not too young now, and he is also a group of children, but the small courtyard in front of him has too many childhood memories, although he said and There were some changes when he was young, but these changes are not big after all. Returning here will still make him feel at ease.

Mo Liu sat aside with a slightly dim expression. Her current mood is similar to Mo Qing. This is also her former home, and she will come back often for so many years.

Even if she is not young now, every time she comes back here, in this small yard, as well as her parents, they will still treat her as a child. In the future, when she comes back here, no one will treat her again. Baby.

Although I am still treated as a child at this age, I feel a bit ashamed to say it, but people are often like this. As they get older and have more experience, they will know the preciousness of some emotions.

"Don't worry, this place will not be deserted. In the future, Qingmeiguan disciples will often come to clean and pay attention to protecting this place. Of course, if you want to come back in the future, it would be better to live here!" Mo He looked at the two , The voice said calmly.

"Let's take a look, if there is a chance, I will come back later!" Mo Qing nodded softly when he heard Mo He's words.

In his heart, he really wants to come back. After all, he walked out from here. Although he has a certain status among the hundreds of schools of thought, this little Xiahegou village is His true hometown.

Parents are the line between children and death. Now that the two parents are dead, it also made Mo Qing realize that in a few decades, his life will come to an end, and a bit of falling leaves will return to his roots in his heart.

Hearing this, Mo He nodded gently, then looked at the two people who were still a little depressed, and finally said: "My parents are dead, in fact, you don't have to be too sad. I have arranged for them. , There will be a day to see each other in the future, live your own life!"