There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, Mo He unexpectedly got up very late, after all, he didn't fall asleep until late at night last night, even in his dreams, he dreamed of many film and television dramas he had watched in his previous life, those magical scenes made by special effects.

Yawning in his mouth, Mo He rubbed his sleepy eyes a little worriedly, washed up like this, and soon began to eat breakfast.

The fish caught in Mohe yesterday was also put on the table this morning, and for them, an ordinary farmer, they can see a little meat, which is a rare delicacy.

However, Mo He's mind is no longer on this breakfast now, after eating breakfast, watching Mo Dashan go out and leave, Mo He quickly put down the dishes and chopsticks, and shouted to his mother, "Mother, I'm full, go out to find Da Zhuang and them to play!"

Then, he immediately ran out, ignoring the shouts of his mother behind him.

After Mo He went out, he saw that his father was really going towards the third master's house, and he didn't choose to follow behind Mo Dashan, but turned around and ran in another direction, and then went around most of the circle, and came to the back of the third master's yard, there are a few jujube trees here, which are also tall, and now the season is just right, and there are still jujubes hanging on them, which are not yet ripe.

Mo He had already thought about it yesterday, and he must come to the third master's house today to have a look, even if he was discovered, he would treat himself as a greedy child and run here in advance to harm these jujube trees.

Mo He climbed the tree, stood on a branch and looked at the courtyard of the third master, and saw that in the small courtyard, there were already a lot of people standing at the moment.

Mo He frowned slightly, the third master had passed away, and he didn't know how people in this world were buried after they died, so he didn't know if these scenes in the courtyard were normal.

Mo He stood on the jujube tree and looked at the courtyard, and there are many people in the yard now, when some people were looking around, they saw Mo He picking jujubes on the tree to eat, so they stretched out their hands and pushed Mo Dashan, and then pointed to the direction of Mo He, and said with a slight smile: "Dashan, is that your cub!"

Mo Dashan turned his head and saw Mo He in the tree, and immediately smiled, and then he was about to open his mouth to scold.

And at this time, I saw the gate of the courtyard, the village chief Zhang Yuanwang and others walked in, and then the Qingmei Taoist also walked into the small courtyard.

Seeing the arrival of this Qingmei Dao Chief, Mo Dashan wanted to scold him, but at this time he was also stuck in his throat, so he could only glance at the direction of Mo He with his eyes, and secretly thought in his heart: "I am so well-behaved and sensible on weekdays, but today I am so skinny, it seems that I have to clean up when I go back!"

Qingmei Daochang, who walked into the courtyard, looked around, glanced at the Mohe River on the jujube tree behind the courtyard, and quickly retracted his gaze, did not care, but walked straight into the room, and soon walked out again, nodded at the people standing in the courtyard, and the faces of the village chief and others immediately showed joy.

"Then it's bothering Dao Chief!" Zhang Yuanwang, the village head, had a smile on his face, and respectfully bowed to Qingmei Dao Chang, and said with a hint of flattery in his tone.

"It's okay, since I've come to Zi'an County to establish a temple, this is also my duty, bring everything you have prepared!"

Soon, under the orders of these elders, the people in the courtyard moved, and several people carried a table and placed it in the middle of the courtyard, on which some sacrificial articles were placed, and some people stood on both sides, holding a paper banner in their hands, and stood neatly in two opposite columns......

In just a few minutes, the scene in the small courtyard immediately became a little solemn, and Mo He, who was on the jujube tree outside the small courtyard, was completely intently looking at the scene in the small courtyard at this time, and what he was looking forward to was probably about to appear in front of his eyes.

Everything was ready, and the village chief Zhang Yuanwang once again set his eyes on the Qingmei Daoist, and he didn't dare to urge, so he asked with a smile: "Daoist, what do you see?"

"It's time to start!" Ome nodded again, then stepped forward, picked up the prepared incense from the table, and gently pinched the incense on the incense head with his fingers, and saw the incense in his hand lit.

Inserting the lit incense into the incense burner, Qingmei Dao Chang's palm turned slightly, and a three-foot Qingfeng immediately appeared in his palm, and several pieces of rune paper appeared in the other hand, which he placed on the table, and then took out a small seal again, and also placed it on the table.

"Benevolence and virtue inherit goodness, yin virtue blesses the soul, good people are virtuous and old, open the ancestral hall and establish a sect! Now there are good people Mo Youtian, eighty-three years of life, the end of death, filial piety to parents, admiration of their neighbors, love for the younger generations, good and famous, Xu open the underworld, protect their souls, good people Mo Youtian, the soul returns!" Holding the three-foot Qingfeng in one hand, the Qingmei Taoist recited aloud in his mouth, and with his recitation, the small seal on the table in front of him gradually glowed with golden light.

As the last word in his mouth fell, the steps of the Qingmei Dao Chang immediately moved, waving the long sword in his hand, and his body was as strong as a dragon.

The tip of his sword jumped up on the table with a rune paper, and then the rune paper burned instantly, and with the burning of the rune paper, a strong wind suddenly blew in the courtyard, and the people in the courtyard couldn't open their eyes.

I don't know if it's his own delusion, Mo He felt that this wind was extraordinarily cold, and the moment the wind blew, he was a little shivering from the cold.

At this time, Mo He suddenly heard a loud shout in his ears, like a thunderous explosion, which shocked his own tinnitus.

"Get out!"

This loud shout naturally came from the mouth of the Qingmei Dao Chief, and after he uttered this shout, the gale immediately stopped, and the surrounding temperature seemed to have risen a little.

Mo He turned his head to look at the courtyard again, and he didn't know if it was his illusion, at that moment, Mo He seemed to see a lot of illusory figures in the courtyard, and was knocked out of the courtyard by a cyan light, leaving only a figure with a faint golden light on his body, still standing in the courtyard.

And when he blinked his eyes, the figure he had seen just now suddenly disappeared, along with those somewhat illusory figures, disappeared without a trace, as if the scene he saw was really an illusion.

When this gust of wind stopped, the courtyard returned to calm, and the Qingmei Daoist stood with a sword in his back, and the feeling of the fairy wind Dao bone on his body was even stronger.

After a few breaths, Qingmei Dao Chang's palm flipped over, and the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand disappeared, and then he picked up the small seal on the table and took it back as well, and then turned his head and said to everyone.

"Okay, now you just have to watch, don't let the incense in the incense burner go out, and wait until dusk and sunset today, you can go out of the funeral and be buried. ”

Hearing this, everyone present was overjoyed, and as soon as the village chief Zhang Yuanwang wanted to speak, he heard the Qingmei Daoist speak again, pointing to Mo Hedao, who was still lying on the jujube tree: "Call that little guy in, and at sunset today, let him lead the way for the deceased!"

Hearing the words of the Qingmei Dao Chief, Mo Hegang, who was lying on the tree, felt bad, and suddenly saw that in the courtyard, his father Mo Dashan suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowed his head on the ground, and shouted anxiously: "The Taoist chief spares his life, the Taoist chief spares his life, my cub is ignorant and ignorant, and he collided with the Taoist chief, and asked the Taoist to remember that he was a child, and spared his life!"

At this moment, Mo He's eyes suddenly turned red, his chest felt very blocked, and he was a little speechless.

The parents in this life are just ordinary farmers, honest in the land to eat, and they don't know much, but this family affection is not discounted at all.

Mo He couldn't wait to rush over immediately and help the honest man who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to him, and every sound of his head hitting the ground was like a heavy drum, hammering his heart hard.

But before Mo He could rush down, he saw that the Qingmei Daoist frowned, stretched out his hand and made a lifting motion, and then Mo Dashan was helped up from the ground by an invisible force.

"Why is this so, I let this child guide the way for the deceased, it will have no effect on him, but there will be some benefits, not to harm this child, and I see this child as very spiritual, and I like it very much. Qingmei Dao Chang said.

After he finished speaking, Zhang Yuanwang, the village chief on the side, hurriedly came to Mo Dashan's side and said to him: "Did you hear the words of the Taoist chief, why don't you go and bring your cub in, it's good!"

Mo Dashan's expression was a little suspicious at this time, he didn't know if what this Qingmei Daoist said was true or false, he didn't understand these as a cropper, but in the legends in the countryside on weekdays, people should stay away from those ghosts and monsters as much as possible, otherwise if they are a little contaminated, they will be haunted by bad luck, or there will be some serious illnesses and misfortunes.

Therefore, as soon as Mo Dashan heard that he wanted his son to lead the way for the soul, he immediately kowtowed and begged for mercy, he is such a precious son now, and he will pass on the incense in the future, and he is only so young now, so he can't do anything.

But now that the words have come to this, the Taoist chief said that this matter is not only not harmful, but it may also be good for his son, which makes Mo Dashan's heart settle down a little.

Sighing in his heart, with a nervous mood, Mo Dashan walked outside, and soon came to Mo He's side, looking at Mo He who was standing there obediently, Mo Dashan now wanted to clean him up in his heart, but thinking that the Dao Chief and the village chief were waiting, he could only take Mo He into the courtyard, and he only hoped that the Dao Chief did not lie to himself, and everything was good in the end.