Chapter 326： Return to the mundane

Mo Tiange stepped on his boots and looked down at the town below.

This is a very small town with only a few streets, with stalls scattered on the street. Not many people come and go, mostly farmers and civilians.

She glanced over, looking for familiar traces.

That inn, that noodle stand, that tea flag high beside the bridge in Zhenkou ...

As if time had passed, back to ninety years.

Follow the path out of town, not too far, to a small village.

To the east of the village, there are several houses scattered sporadically.

This is just a small village under the Jin City Liancheng. The village has only three or four hundred people, which is very common in the common world.

But here, it means different things to her.

This is her hometown. She was born and raised here, and had a happy childhood under the care of her mother.

Ninety years of running time are like water, and the clouds of smoke can't be held back. The little girl of that year is now a monk Jiedan. People of that year have become a pile of dead bones and a loam of loess.

She saw the house with a small courtyard in the east of the village, freshly painted, the roof was bright, and a woman was sweeping in the courtyard—she didn't know it.

My mother died, and she left again. The room must have been given to an uncle? The house was still that house, but the home in memory was never found.

She sighed and closed her eyes.

Xian Fan is different, too embarrassed, she will not be entangled in the past, but can see the traces of childhood, still can not hide the faint sorrow in her heart.

The ancestral hall still stands in the west of the village, and although there are signs of renovation, the wall is still old. She moved and couldn't help but want to see if there was an unsmiling old master there, a small library.

In that small library, she first learned of such a world of cultivating immortals and embarked on such a path ...

When she saw her entering the village, many villagers ran out of the house and pointed, but did not have the courage to step forward.

Her robe is not stained with dust, her eyebrows are picturesque, her style is romantic, and she is completely different from the villagers like them.

She walked across the village path, through the ninety years of her life, the little girl who was thin and indistinguishable from those in the village had become a magnificent monk.

She opened the door of the hall of the shrine.

This time, someone finally came over in panic and wanted to stop her: "This girl, this is our ancestral temple, women are not allowed to enter ..." Faced with her, she couldn't even speak well, and finally changed Become a puppet.

"I just came back to see," she said softly, stepping into the threshold of the lobby.

This lobby does not allow women to enter. She only entered once, but changed her life's fate.

Under the invisible coercion of Monk Jiedan, the person who stopped her never dared to step forward, watching her step in, watching her standing in front of the ancestral tablet, watching her stretch out her hand, and stroke one of the tablets.

Although the woman could not enter the ancestral hall, her mother recruited her, and the tablet after death was still offered in the ancestral hall.

At that time, she had not yet confirmed the death of her father, so she only had a solitary spiritual position of her mother. These years, she was afraid that no one would worship.

Mother, do you feel lonely when you are here alone? Daughter takes you away, buried with father, OK?

She meditated in her heart, smiling, and gently waving her sleeves, the dust on the tablet was gone, and then the tablet was put into the Qiankun bag.

"Girl!" The man was startled. "You ..."

"Don't panic," she turned and smiled at the man. "I am a descendant of the Mo family. This is the spirit of my mother. I am collecting it today."

Hearing this, the man froze, speechless: "You ..."

This is a 50- or 60-year-old little old man who has pretended to have seen all the children in the village, but the woman in front of her is completely strange. This girl like a fairy is a descendant of Mo Family?

Mo Tiange turned his head and looked at the highest position.

In the position of Mo Yaoqing, there are only five characters on that jade card, without any name. However, ancestors are not mortal things, I'm afraid that none of today's grandchildren knows? I don't know what mystery is on this tablet ...

She groaned, raised her hand gently, and the jade card flew out of thin air and fell into her hand.

Seeing this scene, the little old man who had blocked her was frightened: "You ... you ... girl, are you a fairy?"

Mo Tiange paused and looked away: "How do you know?"

The little old man looked at the spot where she had taken the tablet again, and was suddenly shocked: "You are, you are ..."

Mo Tiange frowned slightly: "Do you know who I am?"

The little old man gasped, and suddenly knelt down and scratched his head: "Mo Yijia has seen her second aunt."

Second aunt? This title gave Mo Tiange a momentary encounter. If you think about it, she was actually ranked second among the girls in this generation. Tian Qiao is the granddaughter and she is the second granddaughter.

She smiled slightly: "Ninety years, I didn't expect anyone to remember me."

The little old man looked up at her in awe and said, "The second aunt was taken away by the immortals, which is something we all know in the village. Please wait a second, second aunt, I, I will go to ask my uncle.

Grandpa? Before Mo Tiange had time to ask, the little old man got up tremblingly and ran out in a hurry.

According to the name of this little old man, she should be two generations older than him, and Grandpa is also called two generations older. Is her stranger still alive?

Mo Tiange thought it was incredible, but after a while, she knew the answer. With a smile, she looked down at Mo Yaoqing's tablet.

This tablet is made of jade, and it has aura of jade. When she left Mojia Village, she was still young. I do n’t know what to look at, and I do n’t feel there is a small ban here.

This prohibition is very exquisite. If she is not very proficient in playing the game, and she has read Mo Yaoqing's notes, I am afraid that it is difficult to see through it at this moment, only if it is an ordinary aura with jade.

She smiled slightly, gathered her aura between her fingers, and plunged into the jade card.

The hard jade brand was like a mist, and she squeezed a jade tablet from it, and the jade brand was intact.

After taking out the Jane Jane, most of the aura on the tablet has dissipated. Mo Tiange raised his hand and put Mo Yaoqing's tablet back in place, while Yu Jian put it in his own bag.

There are more and more people around the entrance of the shrine. For the first time, these villagers of Mojia Village saw a woman enter the ancestral hall. Mo Yijia, who guarded the ancestral hall, not only stopped but also bowed her head. They rounded the gate of the shrine, pointed at Mo Tiange and whispered her identity, but did not dare to enter.

"Grandpa, grandpa is here." There was a commotion in the crowd.

"Uncle Grandpa," Mo Yijia heard an excited voice, "Here, the second aunt is here."

The crowd was lined up, and an old man with a trembling goose-like crane who was so old that he could barely walk was brought in. Seeing him coming, everyone resigned respectfully.

The old man looked up and stared at Mo Tiange for a long time, looking trembling, approaching with trembling: "Tiange ... Are you Tiange?"

In the memory, no trace was found, but the old man in front of him was coincident with the grandfather in his mind.

Mo Tiange looked at the dying old man in front of him and said softly, "Are you ... Tianjun?"

The old man's muddy tears fell down: "You are finally back ..."

Mo Tiange took a deep breath. Tianjun ... two years older than her? She is now ninety-eight. Tianjun should be a hundred years old, and she is still alive?

"Tianjun, are you okay?" Looking at the old man who couldn't even walk the road, Mo Tiange let out a sigh and returned to the world this time. I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance. In the past, the earth was a vicissitudes of life.

"I ... well, live to be a hundred years old, well ... well ..." Mo Tianjun shivered to wipe his tears. "Everyone is old, it is ... easy to get excited."

At that time, they were still children. He always liked to bully the younger sister, and always liked to pinch her braids. Later, when I grew up, I realized that I should also care for this younger sister, but it wasn't long before she left and never returned.

Now he was dying, and one stepped into the coffin, but she finally returned, but still young.

He wiped away his tears, and suddenly remembered something, and said, "Yes, Tianqiao ... Tianqiao she went to your world too, you know ..."

Mo Tiange's eyes dimmed. Tian Qiao's death is the regret of her life.

"I've met her ..." she whispered, "but it's gone."

"Really?" Mo Tianjun sighed, but didn't feel so sad. He lived this age, saw more life and death, used to the death of the loved ones around him, not to mention his parents and brothers, even his children have died. As the grandchildren began to grow old ... he didn't know how he lived so long. "Tian Qiao is not a fairy. I guessed that she had passed away ..."

Mo Tiange did not explain. Let him think like this, he is already so old and already mentally prepared, why bother him again?

"Tiange, you ... are you already a fairy?"

Mo Tiange smiled slightly: "Yes, I am successful in spiritual practice now, I have the power of immortality."

Hearing this, Mo Tianjun had not spoken yet, and the young man who had been helping him suddenly knelt down: "Auntie, since you are already a god, please save Grandpa, Grandpa ..."

Half of this youth talk ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Mo Tiange raised his hand and stopped the next words: "You do n’t have to say much, your grandpa is a mortal, it ’s kindness to live to be a hundred years old, I can Keeping him fit but not changing his life and death cycle. "

"Auntie ..."

"Xiner!" Mo Tianjun sang. Although he was old and hoarse, there was still prestige, and the young man dared not say any more.

Mo Tianjun looked at Mo Tiange and said, "I have lived, died, and died. I have lived so long and I am satisfied, but these descendants of the Mo family ... Tian Ge, I know, what spiritual roots do you people who want to cultivate? With the spiritual root, there is an opportunity to cultivate an immortal. I beg you today with a cheeky face. If our children and grandchildren have this spiritual root, please give them some opportunity. "

People talk slowly when they are old. Mo Tianjun said that he had been tired for a long time, and the young man quickly got up and helped him.

Mo Tiange glanced at the young man and smiled slightly: "Okay, I am also a descendant of the Mo family. I can do it with my hands. But there is no immortality, but it is not something I can decide. Within today, Fan Mo family's descendants You can come here to try whether there is immortality, if so, I will take him to the immortal road, if not, then stop thinking about it. ") Book friends, pay attention!