The Mo Dashan and his wife walked peacefully and calmly.

Before their life span has come to an end, everything they should be explained to their children, and everything they want to say has been said.

There were many children and grandchildren in front of the two, and most of them had grown up and independent. Some of them had not seen each other many times, but they had also returned.

When they left, they were not tortured by any illness and spent their entire life without any illness. At the end of their lives, under the service of Mo He, their eldest son, they also sorted out their appearance and were very decent in front of their children and grandchildren.

The clouds were covered with dark clouds, followed by heavy rain. From the moment Mo Dashan and his wife died, it would rain heavily in Zi'an County in the next few days.

Some practitioners in Zi'an County felt a little bored because of this kind of weather, so they tried to change the weather, but found that after using the means, they could not affect the rainy day at all. They immediately knew that the heavy rain in the past two days was not simple, and no one dared to continue trying it.

A mourning hall has been set up in the small courtyard of Xiahegou Village. After several days, countless people from all over the countryside came to pay tribute, including officials from the county and government offices.

In addition, there are many guests from afar, most of whom are relatives of the Mo family today. After all, the Mo family is now in full swing, and many children are married or married, which makes it possible to have relatives. If the elders of the in-laws die, they will naturally come to pay tribute.

There are also Mo Qing, Mo Liu and some of the more outstanding children of the Mo family. With their respective influences, some people will come, so there will be more people coming to pay tribute.

Mo He doesn’t have too many friends, and not many of them come, but each one is very heavy, but they are relatively low-key. After a walk around, I said a simple word to Mo He and left directly.

Xia Lian also asked someone to come to pay tribute. Although Su Bai did not come, he also missed a junior to bring him here.

After several days, the people from Xiahegou Village, when they first saw someone passing away, there were so many people coming to pay tribute, and there were endless streams, and most of them were big figures, which made them sigh at the current prosperity of the Mo family.

The day finally came to the funeral. The coffin of Mo Dashan and his wife was carried out from the small courtyard. All the children of the Mo family lowered their heads and lowered their eyes, followed Mo He, who was in the front, to the cemetery that had been dug long ago.

The moment Mo He stepped out of the yard, the rainy days of rain stopped immediately. The dark clouds above his head had not yet dissipated, and they still gave people a sad and depressing atmosphere.

Behind Mo He, Mo Qing and Mo Liu lowered their heads slightly, followed their brothers, and walked forward step by step. Not long after, everyone arrived at the grave that had been dug long ago.

The Mo family in Xiahegou Village has always had a cemetery. Whenever the elderly in the village die, they will basically be buried here. The Mo Dashan and his wife are no exception, and they will also be buried here.

When he arrived here, Mo He stopped, looked back at the coffin, and then walked to the side.

Those who carried the coffin came forward step by step, slowly put the coffin down, and then sent the coffin into the tomb according to very common customs and procedures.

Although it rained for a few days, there was no water accumulation in the tomb, and some people have considered these details in advance.

Mo He stood aside and watched silently, watching the two coffins being sent into the tomb, and then everyone around him retreated, and someone handed a shovel to Mo He.

Holding the shovel, Mo He shoveled the first shovel of soil from the ground, then poured it into the tomb. Then, he turned around and handed the shovel in his hand to the hand of his clone.

Originally, he wanted to hand it over to Mo Qing next to him, but Mo He didn't do that, but there was no problem, because he was just like changing the shovel into his own hands, and Mo He himself was.

Mo He's clone took the shovel in Mo He's hand, shoveled up soil from the ground, and poured it into the tomb like Mo He.

After he finished doing this, the shovel was handed over to Mo Qing. Next, Mo Qing began to repeat the movement just now. After that, Mo Liu, Mo Ling, and then continued to pass it down.

After all the direct children had done this, the relatives around them stepped forward together and began to quickly shovel the soil into the tomb.

As everyone's actions were made, the tomb was quickly buried by soil. During this process, Mo He stood aside and watched silently without taking any action.

After everyone's actions stopped, Mo He looked at his clone, staring at his shovel, standing there blankly, looking at the clone of the new tomb that had just risen in front of him, Mo He spoke calmly.

"You are my clone. You have been taking care of your parents for so many years. If you still want to stay in Xiahegou Village next time, you can continue to stay!"

Hearing Mo He's words, the clone with a simple face turned around and shook his head slightly, "I am the clone you created. The so-called change is just some of the deeper emotions, and it's still you after all!"

"What I should do has been done, and my existence is meaningless, and it is not necessary to stay here. After all, I am just a clone!"

After saying this, a honest smile appeared on his face, then he threw down the shovel in his hand, walked two steps forward, and got closer to the new grave.

Then, the ordinary temperament on his body, which was as ordinary as an ordinary farmer, changed slightly, and his face seemed to have become older at this moment.

After continuing to move forward a few steps, his hair turned completely white, his appearance became even older, and he seemed to have become an old man who was about to quit.

Then, his body seemed to have been drained from water, and in the blink of an eye, it gave people a sense of dryness and decay. Then, his body really became dry, like the soil of lost water, turning into particles of dust and then dispersed directly.

The scattered dust floated very accurately on the two new graves, and finally covered the two new graves with a very thin layer of soil.

While the clone dissipated, Mo He also took back some of the soul thoughts on the clone. Then, his breath fluctuated for a moment, and suddenly it seemed to rise, but it was suppressed by Mo He.

Because of this sudden little episode, many people turned their attention to Mo He at this time, but Mo He did not explain anything to them, and he didn't need to explain anything.

After the clone dissipated, Mo He took back some of his soul thoughts. At this moment, he almost couldn't help but break through his cultivation on the spot.

Fortunately, Mo He knew when it was now, and there was no problem with his desire to break through his cultivation, but today, it was a little inappropriate in this occasion.

After suppressing his breath, Mo He followed everyone and completed the next process. The last group of people returned to the courtyard again. The Mo family slowly sent away some guests who came from afar, and the matter was almost over.

That night, the clouds that had been shrouded in for several days finally dispersed. Dots of starlight appeared in the night sky, making the sky look particularly deep.

In the Mo family's courtyard, Mo He, Mo Qing and Mo Liu sat together. Looking at the hustle and bustle, Mo Qing spoke first.

"As soon as my parents go, there will be no one here in the future. After a long time, I'm afraid it will be abandoned!"

When he said this, Mo Qing's tone was filled with emotion. He was not young now and had a group of children. However, the courtyard in front of him had too many childhood memories. Although there were some changes from his childhood, these changes were not big after all. When he returned here, he would still feel at ease.

Mo Liu sat aside, her expression was a little dim. Her mood is similar to Mo Qing's current situation. This is also her former home. She will come back from time to time for so many years.

Even though she is not young now, every time she returns here, her parents still treat her as a child in this small yard. In the future, when she returns here, no one will treat her as a child again.

Although people are still regarded as children at this age and feel a little ashamed to speak out, people are often like this. Only when they get older and have more experiences can they know that some emotions are precious.

"Don't worry, this place will not be abandoned. In the future, the disciples of Qingmei Temple will come to clean up frequently and pay attention to protecting the place. Of course, if you want to come back in the future, it would be better if you live here!" Mo He looked at the two of them and said in a calm voice.

"Look, if you have the chance, you will come back in the future!" Mo Qing nodded gently when he heard Mo He's words.

In his heart, he really had the idea of ​​coming back. After all, he went out from here. Although he had already gained a certain status among the Hundred Schools, this small Xiahegou Village is his real hometown.

Parents are a line between children and death. Now that the two parents have died, Mo Qing realized that in a few decades, his life will come to an end, and he will have some thoughts of returning to his roots.

Mo He nodded gently when he heard this, then looked at the two people who were still a little depressed, and finally said, "My father and mother have passed away. In fact, you don't have to be too sad. I have made arrangements for the matter behind them. There will be a day to meet again in the future. Let's live your own life!"
Chapter completed!