In the early morning, when the sun was rising, the morning class for Qingmei Temple had already begun. All the disciples of Qingmei Temple came to the two Qingmei trees and started the morning class together.

Nowadays, the Taoist scriptures recited by Qingmeiguan disciples every day must have the "Qingmei Taoist scriptures". For all Qingmeiguan disciples, it basically belongs to the guided scriptures of the great way, and is in line with the skills they practice.

Mo He sat under two green plum trees, and like these disciples in front of him, he was chanting his "The Taoist Sutra of Green Plum".

His voice was very light, but it was not suppressed by the sounds around him. Everyone could hear his voice clearly. Moreover, Mo He's voice was still leading the voices of others, allowing others to follow their own rhythm and recite the "Qingmei Taoist Sutra" softly together.

After the morning class, all the disciples of Qingmei Temple were different from usual. They did not disperse and practice after the morning class, but sat in place, thought carefully for a while before they got up and left one by one.

Mo He led him to do morning classes together. Even though Mo He did not give too much guidance, the process of reciting the Taoist scriptures together made these disciples feel very rewarding. At least, their understanding of the Qingmei Taoist scriptures has improved a lot.

After the morning class, Mo He did not stay in Wangyue Mountain, but turned around and walked down the mountain. He soon arrived at Xiahegou Village and returned to his own yard.

When Mo He walked into the yard, he happened to see Mo Dashan lifting his hoe, as if he wanted to go out to work. When he saw Mo He who was pushing the door in, Mo Dashan was stunned in an instant.

"He'er, you're back!" After a moment of silence, a hint of excitement flashed in Mo Dashan's eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.

"He'er!"

Before Mo He could speak, it seemed that he had heard Mo Dashan's words. Mo He's mother quickly walked out of the room and looked at Mo He in the yard with a look of surprise on her face.

Looking at the parents who looked surprised on their faces, Mo He smiled and said, "Dad, the child is back!"

As soon as Mo He said this, Mo Dashan did not react much, but Mo He's mother's eyes immediately turned red, tears fell down, and she said in a choked tone.

"Just come back and have a good rest at home!"

Seeing his mother crying, Mo He hurried forward to comfort him, but Mo Dashan beside him said with some complaint: "He'er is back, this is a good thing, why are you crying!"

These words seem to be complaining, but in fact they are also comforting. However, the two have lived their whole life and have never said a few numb words. They have long been used to communicating like this.

After finally comforting his mother, the three of them sat in the yard. Mo Dashan looked at Mo He and asked with a smile: "Is there something wrong with you coming back this time? How long can you stay?"

When asked this, although Mo Dashan was smiling, there was obviously an expectation in his expression, hoping to get the answer he wanted. The same was true for Mo He's mother, who had just stopped crying.

"There is nothing big happening when I come back this time, it's just an ordinary practice. I should be able to stay for a while!" Mo He saw all his parents' expressions, and what they thought was clearly in their hearts.

When Mo He answered, the smile on the two old men's face became brighter and there was a slight surprise in their expression. They originally thought that Mo He would just stay at home for a few days like he did when he came back a few times, and then left in a hurry. Unexpectedly, this time, Mo He should be ready to stay for a while.

However, the surprise smile on his face did not last long, and Mo Dashan suddenly said hesitantly: "Will it affect your practice if you stay home for a long time? If it has an impact on your practice, you should take the practice seriously first, and don't worry about me and your mother!"

As soon as he said this, Mo He's mother's smile immediately calmed down and said, "Yes, those immortals are all staying in the sky, He'er, why don't you stay at home for a while, go back quickly, so as not to delay your practice. If you have Yun Teng's child at home, you don't have to worry about the two of us!"

"It's okay, the practice can't be delayed anywhere. Don't worry, parents!" Mo He smiled and comforted, but the soft part in his heart felt touched again.

His parents throughout his life are both very simple, have no ability or ambitions, and just want to live a honest life, even now.

They had almost no help in Mo He's practice, and Mo He often needed to take care of them, but they had a precious family affection for Mo He, which always touched Mo He. At this point, Mo He might be happier than most immortals in this world, because he also had this precious family affection.

On the first day after returning home, Mo He spent the chat with his parents. In the evening, the three of them had dinner in the yard, which made the long-lost laughter in the yard, and the lights that night were extinguished later than usual.

The night passed, and by the morning of the next morning, Mo He did not return to Qingmei Temple, but stayed at home. He found an ordinary farmer's clothing, changed out of the robes on his body, and retreaded his hair, making it a bun that was somewhat similar to Mo Dashan.

When he appeared in front of Mo Dashan and his wife in this outfit, both of them couldn't help but be stunned.

"He'er, are you?"

Mo Dashan looked at Mo He and asked in confusion.

"I haven't been to the fields for a long time. I haven't done much since I went up the mountain. I've been going to stay for a while when I came back. Today I plan to go to the fields with my father and ask you to teach me how to do these things!" Mo He said with a smile.

"You are all gods. Why do you learn from your father? If you farm, you can use magic. You don't need to wave a hoe and do these physical tasks!" Mo He's mother stepped forward and reached out to help Mo He flatten the corner of her clothes, and said.

After hearing what she said, Mo Dashan was a little unhappy, "Why is it useless to learn these? I heard Qing'er say that those students from the Hundred Schools need to learn these things if they enter the farming family. Why is it useless?"

The old couple talked a few times, and in the end, Mo He went out with Mo Dashan.

As he led Mo He to prepare to go to the ground, Mo Dashan looked a little furious and told Mo He along the way how to plant such a land and how to swing a hoe to save effort. When he saw some villagers on the way, he was also particularly enthusiastic today.

When the two arrived in the field, Mo He followed Mo Dashan's teachings and worked hard like an ordinary farmer. Mo Dashan asked from time to time to give advice.

They were busy until the sun was noon. Then the father and son went home, enjoyed a prepared lunch, and then picked up their hoes and went to the ground. They didn't come back until the sky got dark.

The next day, Mo He was still dressed up and went downstairs to work with Mo Dashan.

After a day, many people also knew about the small Xiahegou Village that Mo Dashan’s family had another young laborer, so when they met on the road, some people would not help but ask Mo Dashan who Mo He was their family.

Whenever someone asks this, Mo Dashan will say without any concealment: "This is my eldest son, the one who has become an immortal!"

And Mo He would also be right next to him, showing a silly smile. When the person who saw his smile didn't think he looked like an immortal, he just felt that Mo Dashan was joking with them.

After a while, there were really few people in Xiahegou Village who believed that the extra young labor force in Mo Dashan's family was his eldest son Mo He.

After several days, Mo He always dressed as an ordinary farmer. He followed Mo Dashan to do some work every day, and occasionally went up the mountain to collect firewood or do some other things.

More than ten days later, on that night, Mo Dashan and his wife turned off the lights and lie on the bed and talked softly.

"Master, you said, what happened to He'er these days? He really did farm work with you every day, and he has been doing it for so long?" Mo He's mother said with a little worried voice.

"I don't know either. I thought he would just follow me for a few days and then look back at Yueshan. But after so many days, he still became more and more excited. However, it should not be a bad thing. Maybe this is his practice!" Mo Dashan's voice said with some comfort.

"I have never heard of such a practice. However, He'er's dressing looks quite like you when you were young, and he's more handsome than you. You said that if He'er had not practiced with Taoist Qingmei and was honestly farming at home, he would be like this now!"

"Maybe, but if the Taoist priest hadn't been, the three children in the family would not have been as promising as they are now!"

After these two sentences, the two fell into silence and did not speak anymore. Mo He, who was in another room, also heard the sound of the two elders' breathing in his ears. It was obvious that they had gradually fallen asleep.

After confirming that the two elders were asleep, Mo He slowly closed his eyes. However, he was lying flat on the bed, but the magic power in his body was constantly circulating, constantly increasing at a very slow speed.

When returning to Xiahegou Village, Mo He did everything these days to do is to fulfill his filial piety. When the parents at home are old, the best way to respect and filial piety is actually to accompany his parents.

However, as today's situation, Mo He wanted to stay by his parents until the day they died, and he might not be able to do anything, but the words of the two elders just made Mo He have a new idea in his mind.
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