Mo Xun took the small coffin and looked at it carefully, the yin qi in this room had disappeared, she searched for the trace of Mr. Centennial's true soul, and already knew Mr. Centennial's current location, just waiting for Lao Ding's matter to be over and go up the mountain to find Mr. Centenarian.

The Huang family's old house has not been lived in for many years, and Huang Dingzi's daughter-in-law also knows that there is a problem with the feng shui of this house, seeing that Mo Xun is a young girl, she is afraid of harming others, so she rushes to find Mr. Bai-year-old for help, Mr. Bai-year-old can't go out of the mountain, so he can only divide a trace of his true soul to help her scare away Mo Xun together.

After Mo Xun devoured the soul of Huang Nail's daughter-in-law, he naturally knew her thoughts.

Mo Xun is a person who must repay her kindness, she can't leave this matter alone, at least she should let Huang Daxue understand her mother's good intentions.

In the morning, Mo Xun was awakened by the sound of knocking on the door, and he didn't have to think about it to know that the person at the door must be Huang Daxue. "He's gone?" Mo Xun asked.

Huang Daxue wept and nodded.

"Did he make it clear to you?" Mo Xun confirmed with Huang Daxue.

Huang Daxue said: "To make it clear, the master said that my mother is still in this courtyard, right? I don't even know what my mother looks like, you said that Ding San, who killed a thousand knives, has done so many bad things, but why can't I hate him?

"You come in, the folks outside don't look good. Mo Xun pulled Huang Daxue up, Huang Daxue seemed to be ten years older than yesterday.

"Your mother is gone, she has been trapped here for decades, but she hasn't become a ghost, do you know why?" Mo Xun asked. Huang Daxue was silent, she didn't understand ghosts and gods, so she naturally didn't understand the truth.

"Because your mother can see you every day, you can see you start a family here, you can see you live a rich life, you can see Lao Ding is so good to you, you are her daughter!" Huang Daxue was in a trance, for Huang Daxue, motherhood is a non-existent word, after the age of fifty Huang Daxue, he finally felt the greatness of maternal love.

"She's very good-looking, I'll draw it for you. Mo Xun painted a portrait for her, and that portrait accompanied Huang Daxue many years later into the grave.

Huang Daxue chose to bury Lao Ding next to Carpenter Zhang, and told relatives and friends that when she died, she must be buried back to her parents. The old people all say that husband and wife will be buried together, and there is also a companion on Huangquan Road. And Huang Daxue has no face to be with Lao Ding.

After sending Huang Daxue away, Mo Xun didn't dare to delay for a moment, and immediately packed up his things and went up the mountain to find Mr. Baisui, Mr. Bai-year-old is now when he is weak, and the man in the robe said that Mr. Bai-year-old needs her to be saved, she is afraid that if she is late, something will happen to Mr. Bai-year-old.

After absorbing the trace of Mr. Centennial's true soul, Mo Xun not only activated his two thousand years of unopened spiritual intelligence, but also understood the power of Mr. Centennial.

This hundred-year-old gentleman is proficient in the metaphysics of feng shui and has also studied Maoshan Taoism.

The identity of this hundred-year-old gentleman alone is very magical, his father is a snake spirit who has been cultivated for thousands of years, because he has received the favor of the old prince, when the old prince's family was exiled, the plan saved the old prince, but the old prince was infected with the plague in prison and could not live, he begged the snake spirit to save his nine-year-old daughter.

It is said that this old prince is also a poor man, in the early years, in order to stabilize the throne of the little emperor, he offended many powerful ministers, but he did not get the protection of the emperor and the queen mother, but he was framed by traitorous ministers, and the emperor easily exiled him without taking into account his former feelings.

The old prince and Fu Jin are very affectionate, and they only married Fu Jin in their lives, but Fu Jin followed the prince to fight in the early years, injured his body, and went back to give birth to a daughter and died. This daughter became the only child of the old prince, and the old prince loved him very much.

The daughter's name is Zhiyage, and she has read poetry and books since she was a child, and the old prince really can't bear to let her little daughter be sent to be a coolie, and she doesn't want to be used as a military prostitute.

The snake spirit rescued Zhiyagege on the way to exile, turned into a human form himself, and raised Zhiyagege to grow up. Soon, Zhiya Gege reached the age of marriage. She never let go of Amma's death in her heart, and she didn't want to marry if she didn't avenge her father's death. The snake spirit knew the old prince, and he would rather die for Mingzhi than let the crumbling Qing Dynasty have any more waves, so he designed to fake his death to get out, and then turned into a suave son and returned to Zhiya Gege.

Zhiya Gege was unmoved at first, but he couldn't stand the snake spirit's stubborn fighting, and finally agreed. The two gave birth to a boy, which is now Mr. 100 years old, but when Mr. 100 years old was born, the problem arose, the boy's legs were covered with scales, and the midwife was so frightened after taking out the child that she lost her hand and threw it on the ground and ran out.

After the centenarian Mr. who was still a baby fell to the ground, not only did he not cry bitterly, but also showed an innocent smile that only a baby has, Zhiya Gege looked at the child in front of him in disbelief, she was also afraid, but when he smiled, she was suddenly not afraid, she wanted to hug this little life, he smiled so cutely, how could it be a monster?

Mo Xun walked to an old mountain temple, where he lived according to the true soul memories of Mr. Centennial.

"Come in, Miss Mo Xun. "Mr. Centenu's voice is a little softer than yesterday. Mo Xun stepped forward and walked in. The environment here is really very bad, how does he live alone? Although Mo Xun has also lived such a life, but at that time, Mo Xun was embarrassed and hungry, how could he ever have the spirit of a centenarian?

Walking into the main hall, the statue of the mountain god looks fierce and vicious, Mo Xun can feel that there is really a mountain god here, but it seems that no one has come here for a long time to burn incense and sacrifice.

Bypassing the front hall, Mo Xun seems to have entered another world, which is different from the desolation of the front hall, just like the exquisite and tidy palace of the Qing Dynasty, Mo Xun has never been to the palace of the Qing Dynasty, she has only been to the big family to send milk, the big family is just a local rich businessman, it has a very exquisite decoration, Mo Xun swears, this is definitely more than a hundred times more exquisite than the rich businessman.

"Mr. 100 years old?" Mo Xun walked in cautiously, for fear of stepping on the soft carpet, or knocking down the glass bottle on the table, those are old objects, for Mo Xun who has lived for so many years, it is not very old, but it is indeed precious and beautiful!" "Mr. 100 is not the same as yesterday, yesterday's Mr. 100 is like an old naughty, but today he wants to be an old stubborn who has read too many pedantic books.

Walking into the inner hall, Mr. 100-year-old was sitting upright, his appearance and dress were the same as yesterday, and the white tunic was not stained with a trace of dust, like an immortal in the sky.

"You taste this tea, young people nowadays can't taste such good tea. Mo Xun sat down and stretched out his hand to pick it up, but retracted his hand as if he remembered something.

"You won't poison me, will you!" Mo Xun asked with a smile, "You hope I can poison you." Mr. 100 touched his chin and smiled at Mo Xun as well.

"You know everything. Mo Xun still stretched out his hand, picked up the teacup and took a sip, it was indeed good tea.

After a few rounds of Tai Chi, Mo Xun found that this hundred-year-old gentleman was a very interesting person, sometimes he would put on the old-fashioned appearance of an old man, and more often he would still look like a young man who loves to joke. I think this should be related to the special identity of Mr. 100 years old, when he lived in the world, he was an old man, and he had to hold the old man's shelf, but when he lived in the snake clan, he was a young man, and he had fun with young people of the same clan, cheerful and generous.

How old is Mr. 100-year-old, Mo Xun can't tell, but according to the memories found in that wisp of true soul, when Zhiyagege was alive, it was when Emperor Kangxi first ascended the throne, and Zhiyagege was born in the same year as Emperor Kangxi, thinking that this hundred-year-old Mr. is about 200 years old.

For ordinary people, it is indeed considered a long life. From ancient times to the present, how many people have lived to be more than 200 years old?

"The girl Dao Xing has grown a lot, I'm afraid that my true soul will not come back!" Mr. Bai Sui said with a smile, in fact, he was still a little unhappy in his heart, although this trace of true soul would not kill him, but the loss of Dao Xing was also difficult to make up.

"If I could get it back, I would love to give back everyone's souls. Mo Xun lamented, Mr. Baisui shook his head to show that he didn't understand, and Mo Xun didn't answer.

"It's getting late, and I'll go back if my husband is fine. Mo Xun asked Mr. Baisui to resign, and Mr. Baisui waved his hand.

"Yes, goodbye, girl. ”

Mr. 100 didn't go out to send Mo Xun, Mo Xun was puzzled, but he couldn't ask someone to send it. What's more, this hundred-year-old gentleman didn't seem to be limited to etiquette, so he simply walked out.

The mountain temple is still in disarray, and the statue is still so fierce, but the door of the mountain temple is only closed. Mo Xun pushed open the dusty door, and the scene outside the door made Mo Xun take a few steps back.

"Phew! let people put it together!" Mo Xun tightened his eyebrows and spat on the ground. What the hell is going on? Outside this door is the house of Mr. 100 years old! It is still the soft carpet and the glass bottle!

"Stinky old man, what are you doing!" Mo Xun walked in and shouted to Mr. Centennial, and judged the two of them when he came in for the first time.

"You're back. Mr. 100 said with a smile, as if he was not surprised by Mo Xun's return.

"Looks like the old man doesn't want you to go!" Mr. Centenatose came out of the room, holding a box of pastries.

"Eat something and wait until night! He's too weak to get out of the day. Mo Xun looked at Mr. Baisui in surprise, was he talking about the mountain god outside, or was it an old friend in his mouth?