Gu Xizi, who came out of the private school, was not in a hurry to go home, but planned to go to Mu Fan's small courtyard to have a look. Of course, it's just a matter of looking.

The matter of accepting apprentices is not trivial, and it is related to the inheritance of a Taoist system. It is necessary not only to study his talent, but also to carefully consider his temperament.

In the depths of the humble alleys, you can only see the men and sellers in twos and threes enjoying the shade in front of the door.

Gu Xizi crossed the alley and saw a monk dressed uninhibitedly with a gourd hanging from his waist not far from the gate of Mu Fanyuan. I saw the monk leaning on the trunk of the tree, and from time to time he picked up the wine gourd on his waist and took a sip. If you look closely, it is not difficult to see that the corner of the monk's mouth has a slight smile. As if something good was happening. It's like a smug smile in my heart that has achieved what I want.

While Gu Xizi was looking at the monk, the monk seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head to look at Gu Xizi.

Then he raised the wine gourd to Gu Xizi and sighed.

"I can't imagine that there is such a crouching tiger, hidden dragon as your Excellency in a small town."

Gu Xizi didn't answer, but was still looking at this strange monk carefully.

Then he didn't see Gu Xizi make any movements, just looked at the monk quietly. The monk wanted to raise his head and drink to himself, but found that his hands and feet seemed to be restrained in some way. I can't struggle no matter what. Immediately afterwards, the eyebrows between the eyebrows gradually changed from pitch-black ink to white. The cheeks, which were originally like jade, gradually began to wrinkle. There are also a few more lines at the corners of the eyes.

The monk also discovered his own abnormality and sighed. "The artistic conception of time really lives up to its name."

A pool of rootless water floated out of the monk's gourd, wrapping the monk tightly, and then the water disappeared with the air at a speed visible to the naked eye. The monk also drifted away with the disappearance of the water.

Gu Xizi saw that the person had gone away, so he didn't look for it. I just felt the scene in Mu Fan's house with my divine sense. happened to see Mu Fan reject the young Taoist priest. and the old people in the house, who are desperate for life.

Inside the house, Lu Jiang looked at the young man with a solemn expression and clear eyes. It is inevitable that there is some regret in my heart. But it's not that I don't understand the situation. I had to leave it at that.

The boy seemed to remember something. Then he asked, "The Taoist said earlier that I would have to give the Taoist a gift in return. I don't know what it is? ”

Lu Jiang shook his head. said: "Since I didn't save your grandfather, it means that this thing has nothing to do with me, you remember." That ring is very important, so keep it alive, don't let others see it. ”

Then Lu Jiang left the hut under Mu Fan's eyes.

Mu Fan, who sent Lu Jiang away, was also a little at a loss. Where have young people experienced such things? I was just stunned, stunned.

Gu Xizi, who felt all this, was inevitably a little heavy.

I saw him slowly enter the house, looked at Mu Fan and said, "People die like sleep." Condolences! ”

Mu Fan nodded at Gu Xizi and did not speak.

Gu Xizi looked at the young man who was at a loss, and remembered when he was young for no reason.

He walked over to the recliner and slowly crouched down. Then I picked up the towel on the side and soaked it. Then he started wiping his body for his grandfather. From the limbs to the body to the cheeks, he wiped them carefully. Scrupulous. While wiping, he also did not forget to say something to Mu Fan, so as to soothe Mu Fan's ups and downs.

"When a person is born, he is innocent, and when he leaves, he should be like this."

"The burial process, you probably aren't familiar with it," Gu Xizi asked.

Mu Fan was a little stunned, and then nodded. The fact is that a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, no matter how sensible he is, is unlikely to be involved in this matter.

"First of all, the relatives who were present changed into a shroud for him. Of course, you have to do this step. The second is to send an obituary. After relatives and friends have finished mourning, they can be buried and buried. With that, Gu Xizi got up and gave up his position to Mu Fan, and motioned for Mu Fan to change his grandfather's clothes.

It was evening, and the streets were not very crowded.

A monk stopped the richly dressed woman with a child. The boy didn't care much about the monk in front of him, but became interested in the gourd on his waist. Reach out and snatch it over. Everything seems to be going naturally. Obviously, it's a habit caused by years of domineering.

The woman was not interested in the monk who blocked her way. So he let it go.

The monk smiled and didn't speak, and let the boy take out the gourd around his waist.

As soon as the gourd was in hand, it was immediately taken off. The child's face immediately changed. Even if it's his strong physique, which can carry the tripod. I can't even hold this little gourd.

The gourd fell straight to the ground, splashing a trace of smoke and dust. Immediately after that, the gourd automatically floated into the monk's waist without wind. A wisp of clear wine, with a hint of wine, wafted out of the gourd, and then enveloped the child, who was carried by the wine, and his feet soon floated off the ground. The child, who had lost his fulcrum, kicked his legs wildly, and his face gradually turned red. When the woman on the side saw this scene, she dared to make a mistake and hurriedly apologized. "Holy monk, forgive me, my son is still young, if there is anything offended, I still hope for Haihan."

The monk smiled and said, "It's okay, I can be a flesh and bone and a living dead when I drink this wine for ordinary people." Your little son-in-law can get this tempering physique, it is his fate. “

Immediately afterwards, the wisp of wine sank into the child's body, and the child lost its buoyancy and immediately fell to the ground. Or the butt falls to the ground, and the two petals bloom.

There was a burst of pain, and the child immediately burst into tears. While crying, he didn't forget to look at the monk secretly from the corner of his eye. I'm afraid he'll attack himself again. The woman on the side was relieved to see that the child was fine. Then he screamed harshly

"Yangyang!" Sure enough, the child stopped crying.

"You brought your child thousands of miles to this town, just to ask for an opportunity for your son to practice smoothly in the future. And the five largest chances in Linglong Town here have already been pocketed by others. The most you can get here is some leftovers. Even if you're lucky enough to find some old objects. It's just a bit of a chicken thing. It belongs to the far water and cannot quench the thirst of the near. ”

The monk said bluntly. After speaking, he picked up the gourd on his waist and took a sip.

The woman was clearly at a loss. The reason why I came here was that I belonged to the headless flies, flying around. In addition, although he is in the midst of a big force, he is not the one who is in charge. It's just a concubine in a partial room, so naturally I can't get any important information. Looking at this monk's previous actions, it is obvious that he has great magical powers. The woman felt as if she had grasped a life-saving straw.

"I implore the holy monk for some advice, if you can find an opportunity for my son to receive the spirit, the concubine will be rewarded."

"There is a dilapidated small house north of Hulu Lane, the house is owned by a young man, the young man is called Mu Fan, and there is a broken porcelain piece in his house. It is a rare object, which has been placed in the eye of the town's lock spirit array, and it is afraid that it has absorbed a lot of spiritual energy, if you carry the porcelain piece with you, it will not take long to receive the spirit by yourself. The monk smiled.

"The great grace of the holy monk cannot be repaid, if he asks for something in the future, the concubine will do his best." The woman gave a blessing to the monk.

The monk laughed it off, and just said with a smile. "The house is remote and sparsely populated. There is no one else in the young man's home, and he is alone in the old house. With that, he drifted away with the wind.

The young boy holding his mother's thigh on the side saw the monk's hand and was a little yearning. There was a strange longing in his eyes that were still full of tears, as if to say, he will have a means one day, and the world will be so big that I can't go anywhere.

The woman was still thinking about the meaning of the monk's last words. Since the monk emphasized that sentence, there must be his intention.

Then he took the child and walked towards the house.

"I must take the broken piece of porcelain anyway."

After changing his grandfather's longevity clothes, Mu Fan bowed to Gu Xizi. "Master Gu, I have no other relatives in my family. Send an obituary and you don't have to do it. My grandfather's last wish was to be buried next to his father's grave. Now that there are no other relatives to mourn, let's bury my grandfather there. ”

Mu Fan, who buried his grandfather, returned home and found the broken porcelain pieces left by his grandfather, and held them tightly, as if feeling the residual warmth of his grandfather.

Blood slowly dripped down the broken porcelain shards. The pain was transmitted from the palm to Mu Fan's nerves. Mu Fan didn't care, but still held the broken porcelain piece tightly. It's as if only those pains in his mind can remind Mu Fan that he is still alive. He is still conscious.

Mu Fan seemed to have a lot to say to this heaven and earth, but suddenly he had nothing to say. He just felt a little aggrieved at the moment, yes, just aggrieved. No matter how much hardship he has experienced, he is still a young man with a sunny heart, and he suddenly became a little tired at this moment.

Sure enough, with a tired young man, he tightly held the broken porcelain piece that was still dripping with blood and fell asleep.