Just like the last time, Aome Michicho just came back in a hurry and left in a hurry, staying for a shorter time than the last time, and he didn't even have time to do a morning class at Mochizuki Mountain.

The hierarchy of Shinto is strict, and seven-rank gods like Ome Daochang will be subject to a lot of control, of course, this is also related to the current situation, so he has been hiding his traces and doing things extremely carefully.

Qingmei Daochang didn't say it explicitly, but from the meaning of his words, he vaguely told Mohe something.

In the underworld, a Shinto battle is brewing, which is also the reason why the Qingmei Dao chief has not shown up for so long.

Thinking of the former human emperor Xia Qi, who has not had any news since he became a god, Mo He estimated that after such a long time, the former human emperor should have passed the adaptation period of becoming a god, established a divine domain in the underworld, and is still secretly accumulating strength.

One day, the gods of the Third Dynasty led by Xia Qi will finally return to people's sight and confront the Second Dynasty head-on in the divine court of the underworld.

And confronting a profound divine court is not something that the gods of the Third Dynasty can do in a short time, but they have one of the biggest backings, that is, the Third Dynasty, which is now in an orthodox position in the human race, which should be one of the biggest dependents of a group of gods led by Xia Qi.

If he could, Mo He really didn't want the Qingmei Daoist to be in danger, but the Qingmei Daoist who became a god was already in the game, and it was too late to say anything else.

Fortunately, in the conversation with the Qingmei Daochang, the Qingmei Daochang said the bottom line, and the development of things will not be too serious for the time being.

"When Xia Xian fulfills his promise and gives the master a higher god position, at that time, the master should be enough to protect himself!" Mo He thought in his heart.

A few hours later, the sky lit up again, and the three people in the Qingmei Temple had just finished their morning class in the morning, and a wisp of white smoke floated in front of Mo He, and a piece of paper fell from it, which was new news from the Baijia School.

Mo He picked up the piece of paper and looked at it, and the first news on it was that the dynasty veteran Ye Nian died yesterday. As one of the few remaining founding fathers of the dynasty, the whole country is saddened by the death of General Ye.

In addition to this news, another news is that the next imperial ceremony of the dynasty will be held a little earlier, which is also related to Ye Nian's death.

In addition, there is also a local news in Yuhe Mansion, that is, the current mansion of Yuhe Mansion has been listed in the imperial dynasty and is ready to return to his hometown.

This lord of Yuhe Mansion is already quite old, and I am afraid that he does not have many years to live.

His career in this life can be regarded as relatively stable, he has not made any great achievements, but he has not made any big mistakes, and the changes brought to the local area of Yuhe Mansion are not too big, but on the whole, as a mansion, he is barely qualified.

According to the lifetime merits of this lord of the mansion, after his death, he should also be able to obtain a god position, but it will not be too high, and it is possible from eight to seven ranks.

It is estimated that this lord of the mansion also understands his own situation, so in the last few years of his life, he does not want to continue to serve as the mansion, and is ready to go back to enjoy two days of blessings, and by the way, he also makes way for others.

After reading the news sent by the Hundred Schools, Mo He sighed softly in his heart.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, this is something that most people need to face, even cultivators, the vast majority of them can't escape this level, but their lifespan is longer than that of ordinary people.

In addition to the pursuit of the Dao, wanting to get rid of birth, old age, sickness and death is another reason why many cultivators embark on the path of cultivation and work hard to climb upwards.

Mo He looked into the distance and saw a dried tree on the mountain in the distance, and a new green was drawn from under the roots.

Compared to the dead tree, this new green is young but full of vitality, and in a few years, it will grow into a large tree.

At this moment, a hint of enlightenment suddenly rose in Mo He's heart, and he stood in place, but his own perception had already spread out to the surroundings, spreading to the mountains around Mochizuki Mountain.

Mohe can clearly feel that many of the plants and trees growing in the mountains exude vitality, but there are also some old trees that are also facing withering and losing their vitality.

Under the soil cover, there are many small seeds, which are accumulating strength, taking root and germinating, waiting to break through the soil.

At every moment, the original plants and trees are losing their vitality, and new life is also being nurtured in the soil, dying or withering, bringing not only the end and fear, but also the weight and preciousness of life.

Every new life, even if it is so small that it is just a weed that is about to break through the soil, is also a miracle of life, one of the many beings in this heaven and earth.

Every life that is about to embrace death, they also leave traces of what they have come, although the decaying shell will eventually be consumed by time, the seeds they leave behind will be multiplied and continued from generation to generation, completing the inheritance of a life.

Feeling this, a faint smile appeared on Mo He's face, and then he slowly closed his eyes, and stood quietly in place, but his consciousness had sunk into the visualization map, and he became the towering tree in the boundless waters.

Mo He stretched his huge body, looked down at the boundless water under his feet, and looked up at the stars above him, and then gently shook his branches and leaves.

In the swing of his branches and leaves, each leaf, which was originally vibrant, quickly turned yellow, lost its vitality, and then fell from the tree, slowly falling onto the water surface of the boundless water below.

As these leaves fell, Mo He felt that the space around him seemed to be a little colder, and then, a cold wind blew, and in this space, snowflakes actually fell.

Mo He felt that he had become bare on the branches, and was soon covered by these snowflakes, this burden was not heavy, but this cold made Mo He feel a sense of drowsiness.

A voice in the darkness told Mo He that he didn't have to resist this feeling, just go to sleep with this feeling, and when he woke up, everything would be new and better.

Mo He chose to listen to the voice in the dark, because this was also what he thought in his heart.

As a result, Mo He's consciousness began to slowly fall asleep, and the towering tree he incarnated into became very quiet, and its branches were completely covered with snowflakes, as if wearing a silver suit.

The snowflakes are getting thicker and thicker, and the vitality on the trunk of the big tree formed by the Mo River seems to have become weak, as if it has become a tree that is about to wither, ready to embrace death at any time.

As the only life in this world, the omen of the imminent withering of the Mo River also seems to have affected this world, and the surface of the ice-free waters under your feet is covered with a layer of ice, and in the white and translucent ice, you can also see the leaves that have been frozen in it and have dried up.

The bright stars in the sky overhead also seemed to have lost their former colors, and the light became a lot dimmer, and more starlight disappeared directly.

The cold wind howled, and the falling snowflakes became bigger, making this lonely world sound of "whining" when the wind blew through the trunks, but this sound did not break this loneliness, but made this loneliness worse.

Under the wind and snow, this world seems to be only a white expanse, and if you don't distinguish it carefully, even the towering giant tree will be ignored.

Time passed little by little, the wind and snow raged for I don't know how long, and finally there was a sign of stopping, the snowflakes falling in the sky became smaller, the wind gradually subsided, and the whole world returned to quiet.

As the snowflakes stopped, the surrounding temperature seemed to begin to rise, and the original silvery world was as if a person who had slept was about to wake up.

The boundless waters that were frozen began to dissolve little by little, and the starry sky overhead, one by one, also reappeared, as if the world had reopened its eyes and looked at the scenery below in a flash.

In his quiet sleep, Mo He only felt that his body was slightly itchy, which made his consciousness, which had been immersed in sleep, begin to recover little by little.

Mo He shook the trunk slightly, some dry bark, and completely dead branches fell from his body, and this was just a subconscious action of him, in order to relieve the itchy feeling all over his body.

With these dead branches, and the completely dried bark being shaken off, the itchy feeling on Mo He's body, although it existed, made him feel a little lighter.

Mo He continued to shake the branches, and in the process, the vitality that converged together as he fell into a deep sleep began to burst out completely.

One by one, the branches quickly pulled out pieces of tender green new leaves, and in the process of Mo He's shaking body, the canopy of the tree was already covered with leaves again.

At this time, the itchy feeling on Mo He's body disappeared, leaving only a kind of comfort, and when he woke up, his whole body was filled with an indescribable pleasure.

As a tree, the way Mohe can express this exhilarating feeling is to continue to grow upwards and continue to touch the sky.

His body quickly became taller and thicker, and at the same time, Mo He felt that this empty world seemed to have more things than before, making the originally monotonous things now begin to become colorful in his eyes.

In the process of growing upwards like this, Mo He's consciousness broke away from the visualization map, and standing in front of the Qingmei Temple, he slowly opened his eyes, revealing a mysterious look in his eyes.

"The avenue is mysterious, life and death are withered, life is extremely dead, death is extremely life!" Mo Hekou muttered to himself, and then the look in his eyes slowly disappeared, and the perception that emanated outward was also retracted.