Mordine looked up and saw that it was the fat Aunt Wu standing at the door.

I haven't seen her for three years, and Aunt Wu is still so fat, but she seems to be a little older, with more wrinkles on her face and a few white hairs on her head.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? I cooked a big pot of braised beef today, it's your favorite food, come with me to the dining hall for lunch." "Fat Aunt Wu is usually most worried about Mo Ding's eating problem, because he often has to enter the light network to make money, and he has to practice exercises, so he often misses the meal, or simply skips eating, for this, he is not less nagging by Fat Aunt Wu.

"Hey, okay Aunt Wu!" Mordin agreed, stood up and followed her to the dining hall.

"I heard the Taoist chief say that you went abroad and haven't been back for 3 years, right?" Fat Aunt Wu chatted with him as she walked.

"Go abroad?" Mo Ding was stunned for a while, the master obviously locked me up, and said that I went abroad, what a beautiful thing, how could it be my turn! He slandered while dealing with Fat Aunt Wu, "Well, it's been 3 years......

"It's good to go abroad, go abroad to see for a long time, my youngest son is also planning to study abroad this year, and he will leave when the spring starts!" "Fat Aunt Wu is in her fifties this year, she has two sons, the eldest son has already worked, and the younger son has just graduated from high school.

Seeing that Fat Aunt Wu said happily, Mordin didn't ruin her interest, anyway, when it came to going abroad, she had already gone out, that was to go to the Simi Valley Building in Los Angeles, and when she picked up Xiaolancôme, she also had a fight with the Americans.

Entering the dining hall, a strong smell of meat came, and Mordin's stomach was instantly hungry, it was the taste of beef stew, and Fat Aunt Wu's specialty dish.

The volunteers and Taoist priests sitting inside the Taoist temple were already eating, and when they saw Mo Ding coming in, everyone greeted him, he knew these people, for more than ten years, from childhood to adulthood, the people in the Taoist temple have basically not changed, but there is one less Jingbo, he is old, and he went home to care for the elderly.

Fat Aunt Wu asked him to go to a table inside to make it, and after a while, she brought two large pots, a large pot of beef, and a large pot of shiitake mushrooms and vegetables, "Let's eat, while it's hot!" She knew that Mo Ding's meal was large, so she specially picked two large rice bowls and filled him with a big bowl of white rice.

Mo Ding took the chopsticks from the fat Aunt Wu, picked up a large piece of fat beef, and put it in his mouth, which was soft and fragrant, fat but not greasy, the taste was a little spicy, and there was no fishy smell, because the fat Aunt Wu put a lot of garlic in it, and there was a fragrance of fresh garlic paste when she ate it.

Beef is the best pork belly, Mo Ding's favorite kind of food, Fat Aunt Wu's craftsmanship is very good, some bean paste is added to the meat, plus spicy, very appetizing, Mo Ding is also really hungry, the wind is tornail, a big bowl full of beef will be eaten for a while, and the bowl of rice and vegetables has not moved at all.

"Look at you, you just don't like to eat vegetables!" Fat Aunt Wu likes to stand on the side and watch him eat, and Mordin knows that the more he eats, the happier Fat Aunt Wu will be.

To be honest, back then, the head of Qingxu Dao cut off Mordin's financial source early and asked him to earn that share of the food money by himself. 12-year-old Mo Ding is not easy to earn money, often financially constrained, often can only eat pickles and bibimbap at school, and only on Sundays when he returns to the Taoist temple, Fat Aunt Wu always brings him a pot full of braised pork, Mo Ding has been eating until he lasts, without touching the vegetables on the side.

The same taste back then.

"Do you still want to add some more?" Fat Aunt Wu stared at the empty basin in front of Mo Ding, a little uncertain, the pot of meat just now, at least 3 catties, Mo Ding ate it at once, will it be supported.

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Aunt Wu, fill me another pot!" he handed the empty basin to the fat Aunt Wu.

"You can still eat!" Fat Aunt Wu happily took the basin and walked to the stove, "After all, I have grown up and the amount of food is also large!" She brought the full basin to Mordin, "Eat slowly, and eat some vegetables!"

"Okay, I'll eat it all in a minute!" Mordin ate the full pot of beef under her gaze, and swept a large pot of vegetables and rice into his stomach. His appearance shocked the fat Aunt Wu.

"Mordin, if you are my son, you must eat my wife and son poor in this way!" she used an exaggerated tone to describe Mordin's meal.

"I won't be poor, I can make money!" Mo Ding grimaced at her, carrying 100 million in his pocket, how could he be poor!

Fat Aunt Wu smiled happily, and the volunteers and Taoists who came over for dinner also laughed together, and Mo Ding touched his round belly and walked out of the canteen in their good-natured laughter.

"Huh...... Master seems to have returned!" he turned around and walked towards Master's house.

When I arrived at the door, sure enough, I saw the master sitting at the table drinking alone.

"Master!" Mordin called.

"Hmm...... Come in and sit down!" Qingxu Dao Chang beckoned him to come in and sit down.

"Come, have a drink with Master!" The Taoist took out a small silver wine cup, the kind of six-dollar wine glass, took the wine bottle and poured a glass for Mo Ding, and handed it to him, Mo Ding noticed that what the master was holding was the Moutai wine he had brought back from Guizhou.

Mordin picked up the wine glass with both hands, "Master Ji will live a long life!"

"Hehe......" Qingxu Daoist suddenly laughed happily, "You kid aren't you cursing me to die early!" he scolded with chopsticks and Mo Ding.

"Oh, yes, Master has already passed his 100th birthday!" Mo Ding realized that he had made the wrong toast, and he scratched his head, "Then I wish Master a long life!" After saying that, he drank the cup of white wine in one gulp.

"Hmm...... Hooray can't be talked about yet. Qingxu Dao Chang stroked the beard on his chin, squinted his eyes and said, "It should be no problem to live another hundred or ten years!"

Mordin picked up the wine bottle and filled it for Master, "Master, you drink it too!"

Qingxu Dao Chang picked up a green bean from the small plate in front of him and put it in his mouth. There are only two appetizers on the table: a plate of braised green beans in oil and a plate of vegetable oil mixed with shepherd's cabbage.

"Did you come back this time to offer sacrifices to your parents?" the Taoist suddenly asked.

"Yes, Master, I plan to worship my mother's spirit with my sister first! As for my father's, I may have to ask my great-grandfather about it. ”

"Hmm...... Come, first accompany the master to drink three glasses, and then the master will take you there!"

"What did you gain from going out this time?" said the Taoist to Mordine casually.

"Hmm...... I had a few fights with those Western cultivators of the Emperor Asura!" Mordin reported truthfully, "By the way, does Master know that there is a cultivator named Saxon in the Emperor Shura Sect?"

"I've heard of this man's name, he must have died a long time ago. ”

"The disciple met him this time, but he did die a thousand years ago, but his Yuan Shen is still there, and he has also learned the Dafa of Soul Dementoring, and he almost gave up his disciple. Mordin said lightly, while secretly observing the master's expression.

"Mordin, there are some things that Master didn't tell you when he knew about them, he just wanted to

Let yourself experience it for yourself, and this may be more helpful to your cultivation. The Dao Chief was not surprised by Mo Ding's Soul Dementor Dafa, "However, Master reminds you of a word, this world is far from being as simple as you see, there are some things, even Master I can't figure out, but it doesn't matter, don't hold back, be bold, it's nothing remarkable!" The Dao Master picked up the wine glass, touched it with Mo Ding, and then drank it all.

"Okay Master, disciple knows!" Mordin also took a drink from his glass.

Master is like this, what should be told to you, he will never be left behind, what you shouldn't know, he will not reveal a word.

Perhaps, he already knew about the Saxon matter, and the master may have been secretly observing to see how he dealt with the attack of this strong enemy, it seems that the master should know his own situation well, but he just wanted Mordin to figure it out by himself, but he didn't tell him about it.

Over the years, he had grown accustomed to it.

The master and apprentice had their own thoughts, drank slowly, and after a while, they drank all three glasses of wine.

"Let's go, Master will take you to the place where your mother is in trouble. ”

Mordin only felt a flicker in front of him, and found himself standing on top of a mountain.

"This place is called Eagle Rock, and your mother jumped from here with you in her arms. The Taoist led Mordine to a cliff.

It was a desolate cliff, the top of the cliff was full of bare boulders, and not far from the top of the mountain, the bare trees were pulling out their buds, and the dead grass under their feet was still lifeless.

Mordin looked down the cliff and saw that the valley beneath his feet was full of mist. This is the case with the cliffs in the south, especially in winter, when the cliffs are surrounded by fog all year round, making it impossible to see the true face.

"Your mother's remains, I removed them for cremation, the tomb is in the public offering behind Huanglong Mountain, the tablet number is 12036, you go and see her yourself!"

Mordin stood on the rock for a long time, and the old rock protruded forward like an eagle on the top of the mountain, from which the whole mountain was named.

After a long time, he suddenly stepped forward, and the whole person fell down from the mountain rock.

"Whew......" He closed his eyes and let his body fall, the sound of the wind in his ears like a burst of crying.

"Click...... Bang......" The falling body touched the dense branches, broke many branches, and fell heavily on the rocks of the mountain, however, nothing happened except for the severe pain in the body.

"I should have been held in my mother's arms, protected by thick swaddling clothes, and cushioned by tree branches, so I didn't fall to death!" he lay on the cold rocks, as if lying in his mother's warm arms.

"Father and mother, why should they give up their lives for a sword, and in the end, even if the family dies, what is it for?"

Although his mother's remains have been moved to the tomb, this is the place where her soul rests, and he wants to sense his mother's existence in his heart, because after a person's body loses its vitality, her soul should not be eliminated immediately, perhaps, right here, the mother's unwilling soul is waiting for the arrival of future generations.

Because of this, he would rather be this green mountain, accompany his mother like this, and comfort her soul lost because of despair.

"I won't do this again!" a tear streamed from the corner of his eye, slowly sinking into the ground beneath him.

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