After parting from Southern Liyue, Fang He returned to the village where he had lived for more than a year, and the village remained peaceful, as if no monk had been here since Southern Liyue.

When he came to Uncle Mo's house, Fang He looked at everything familiar in front of him, at this moment, he seemed to have unloaded everything he was carrying, and just wanted to sleep quietly.

Also, since leaving Uncle Mo's house, his spirit has been in a tense state, and when he lay down, Fang He slept for three days, and didn't wake up until the early morning of the fourth day.

As soon as he opened his eyes, a vicissitudes of life were looking at him anxiously, his eyes were slightly red, and there was a faint bloodshot in his eyes; The owner of this face is Uncle Mo, not long after Fang He fell asleep, Uncle Mo had already returned, seeing Fang He lying motionless on the bed, he thought something was wrong, and he also wanted to go over to find Lang Zhong, but Fang He had no obvious wounds on his body, and his breathing was also very stable, besides, how could Lang Zhong in the mortal world see the monk's illness.

Thinking about it, Uncle Mo could only stay by Fang He's side, praying that Fang He would be safe and sound, this guard was actually guarded for three days, and Uncle Mo had not closed his eyes for three days, he sat on the small bench in front of the bed, and even almost fell down several times, Rao is so, except for normal physiological needs, Uncle Mo has never left Fang He's bedside for half a step.

The days of waiting made Uncle Mo look haggard, and Fang He's heart was also filled with distress and unbearable.

"Uncle Mo, I'm fine, I've worked hard for you."

"It's good to wake up, are you hungry?"

Regarding Fang He's apology, Uncle Mo just waved his hand and didn't care, and even forgot that Fang He was a monk and didn't need to eat; Maybe he was just used to cooking for Fang He, after all, for more than a year, Uncle Mo had been in charge of the housework, Fang He occasionally wanted to help but he refused, and Fang He only had a very small number of Uncle Mo secretly doing all this when he was not at home.

Without too many words, as soon as Uncle Mo got up from the stool, he felt that his eyes were dark, and he almost couldn't stand steadily, Fang He hurriedly helped him up, his eyes were already slightly red, from birth to now, this is the first time that people have been cared about so much, even if he knows that he is fine, but he has been guarding his sleeping side.

In this situation, Fang He couldn't help but think that he was also with his sister like this at the beginning, calculating the time, he hadn't seen his sister for more than two years, and he didn't even have any news, the only time he heard his sister's message was when Yun Zi told him when he was in the Fengyue Basin.

However, although he missed his sister very much, Fang He was not worried about her safety at all now, after all, it was almost impossible for Aunt Yun to be in danger of life with Aunt Yun, the Sage Realm.

For Fang He, the most important thing at this time was actually the mortal uncle in front of him who had only lived together for more than a year.

"Uncle Mo, you can rest first." As he spoke, he helped Uncle Mo to the bed.

Uncle Mo is just a mortal, where can he beat Fang He, after lying down obediently, looking at Fang He's figure walking towards the kitchen, there were two lines of turbid tears in his eyes, at this moment, he seemed to see his son who had passed away for a long time, in this memory, Uncle Mo fell asleep deeply, and in his dream, he saw his son in the depths of his memory as he wished.

Everything in the dream was very clear, so clear that he could even see the hair on his son's body, smiling and waving his hands, his son also jumped towards him, the moment his hands touched, the dream stopped, and although Uncle Mo was lying on the bed, although there were still tears on his face, a smile appeared in his heart.

After a while, there was a burst of fragrance in the kitchen, although Fang He hadn't cooked for a long time, his skills were still very good, and as a monk, he could better understand the structure of the ingredients, so as to make the food more fragrant; Not only that, when Fang He was cooking, he also took out a spirit stone brought back from the Spirit Sect's hometown, and stripped out some of the pure spiritual energy and put it into the meal.

Although this meal was only made with mortal ingredients, after Fang He added aura, it was almost comparable to some top-notch medicinal foods, and it was no problem for mortals to eat it, not to mention soaring on the spot, and living a hundred years long.

Due to the need to add aura, this requires Fang He's control of aura to be very subtle, after all, these are some mortal ingredients, they can't bear the aura at all, and a little carelessness will fall short, fortunately, after Fang He tried again and again, he finally succeeded at lunchtime.

Looking at the great supplement in the world in front of him, Fang He nodded with satisfaction, gently put it on the dining table, and then walked into the house, ready to wake up Uncle Mo to eat, after all, Uncle Mo hadn't eaten for three days.

"Uncle Mo, it's time to eat."

When he came to the bed, Fang He softly called to Uncle Mo who was asleep, but there was no response after a few times, Fang He couldn't help but have a bad premonition, and his outstretched hand trembled slightly.

Placing his hand on Uncle Mo's middle place and probing, Uncle Mo was no longer silent, and his skin was already cold.

Uncle Mo left, following his long-deceased son in his sleep, Fang He suddenly burst into tears and was full of self-blame. If it weren't for the sake of protecting himself, Uncle Mo wouldn't have left him like this, even if he paid more attention to Uncle Mo after he fell asleep, maybe Uncle Mo would have sat down and eaten with him now.

Regarding Uncle Mo's death, Fang He gathered all of it into himself, and when he thought of what happened to the Fang family, he could no longer suppress the sadness in his heart.

"Ah!!h A heart-rending roar instantly spread throughout the village, and for a while, all the families and people in the fields all looked towards the place where the sound came from, that is, Uncle Mo's house.

Feeling the sadness in this roar, the people of the entire village all put down what they were doing and rushed towards Uncle Mo's house as fast as they could.

The villagers are like this, if there is something in the family, they come to help from all directions, no matter who it is, they will immediately put down the things in their hands, and they are very united and simple.

"Qinghe! What's wrong? What happened? ”

In just a few minutes, Fang He, who was still sitting in front of Uncle Mo's bed sobbing, heard a noisy and anxious voice coming from outside the door. So, Fang He gently wiped the tears on his face, took a piece of white cloth and wrapped it around his body, and then found a piece of grain and straw to tie around his waist, and then pushed open the door of Uncle Mo's house.

"Uncle Mo, let's go."

Hearing Fang He's words, everyone's faces were full of incredulity, but they also quieted down in time, only the subtle sound of the wind seemed to tell the truth.

The reason why everyone felt unbelievable was because Uncle Mo's body had always been very tough, he had always been a good person, and his relationship with the surrounding villagers was also very close.

When Fang He first came to the village, they knew, although they didn't say anything about Uncle Mo's take-in, and Fang He often helped these villagers do things, but after all, they were not natives, and they still had some prejudices, and now that this kind of thing had happened, many people in the scene even showed a faint hostility towards Fang He.

However, the deceased was the greatest, and although he was hostile, he did not show it immediately, and it coincided with the arrival of a respected old man, and the crowd gave way one after another.

The old man held a bouquet of peach blossoms that should not have bloomed at this time in his hand, walked slowly, until he came to Fang He's side, inserted it into the moss-covered soil, and his mouth was full of words, it should be some kind of incantation, and no one including Fang He could know the meaning of this.

After reciting the incantation, the old man suddenly knelt on the ground, and then everyone also knelt on the ground, his eyes were pious, and it seemed that he was already familiar with such a thing.