Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 859: Coming at the wrong time?
The funeral at the Mo Mansion was quite grand, after all, Mo Yiming was also an important figure in the Mingzhou tea market.

In addition, his life was even somewhat mysterious, so it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a legendary figure in the Mingzhou tea market. Naturally, many people came to pay their respects.

By the time Yi Shuyuan and others went to the Mo Mansion, the busiest time for the Mo family had already passed.

The afternoon sun was obscured by clouds, and the scorching heat temporarily dissipated, but the fatigue was unbearable. The gatekeeper of the Mo Mansion, who had been very tired in the past two days, stood at the door with a stick, looking drowsy.

A breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness, which slightly lifted the spirits of the two servants.

The two opened their eyes and saw a group of people coming in outside. There were three men and two women. None of them knew each other, but they all had extraordinary demeanor, especially the two women. Even though their brilliance had been concealed, they could still make people feel amazed.

If someone like this comes to visit on a day like this, he must be here to pay his respects.

"Are you guys here to pay your respects?"

Yi Shuyuan nodded in front.

"Oh, please come in. I wonder who you are?"

The servant on duty who was asking the question paused in the middle of his speech. He had been working as a farmhand in the Mo Mansion since he was seventeen years old and had been working there for nearly twenty years. He was considered a manager.

When he looked at the person carefully at this moment, he suddenly recognized Qi Zhongbin.

"Mr. Qi."

The servants didn't dare to tell the whole story. After all, although most of the servants in the Mo Mansion knew that the old Taoist priest had come to celebrate the birthday, they were asked by the mansion to keep it a secret.

"What's wrong? Uncle Liu, do you know him?"

Another young servant asked. He had only been in the Mo Mansion for six or seven years, but when he saw Uncle Liu's expression, he knew that an important person had come.

"Do more and ask less questions. Go and inform the master and the young lady! Tell them that Mr. Qi is here."

"Oh."

The servant left, and Uncle Liu at the door hurried forward a few steps.

"Old Heavenly Master, these are the people. I won't ask, please come in, please come in! Is there anything you need my help getting?"

"Thank you, but that's not necessary!"

Qi Zhongbin responded, and Yi Shuyuan, who was walking in front, also nodded to this person.

The Mo family's mourning hall was in the lobby of the front yard. There were still some people paying their respects. When Yi Shuyuan and others went in, the servant who had just hurried in was explaining the situation to Shi Sheng and his siblings who were standing beside the mourning hall.

The group entered the Mo Mansion together, and both the guests and the people in the Mo Mansion were dazzled.

Compared to the astonishment of Mo Congxian and his wife and Mo Xiaorong, Shi Sheng was very calm about it. He stopped his brother who wanted to go to greet them immediately, and just bowed in the direction of his master first.

And some of the younger generations who were already quite old also vaguely reacted and showed some excitement.

Mo Xiaorong's husband was standing a little beside her. He didn't understand what was going on, so he leaned close to his wife and asked.

"Who are they? Judging from the reactions of my eldest brother-in-law and younger brother-in-law, these people must be very important."

"Well, it's quite interesting!"

Mo Xiaorong looked at Aunt Zhuo, who was as charming as she was back then, with tears in her eyes, and Zhuo Qing nodded to Mo Xiaorong.

Some relatives and friends who had just finished paying their respects to the deceased were also watching.

However, when the five people arrived in front of the mourning hall, the servants of the Mo family respectfully handed them sandalwood, but Yi Shuyuan refused with a smile and waved his hand. He bowed like an ordinary person and walked towards Shi Sheng and others.

At this time, Mo Congxian and his wife and Mo Xiaorong also asked their children to pay their respects to the visitor. Although they did not know this man, he came with the old Taoist priest, and he was the first to step forward, so he must be of great importance.

Yi Shuyuan nodded to the people around him, then came to Shi Sheng, and the voices of the people around him subconsciously became lower.

"Shisheng, I won't bother you anymore. You know where to find me."

"Disciple understands!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded and left without saying anything else. Mo Xiaorong next to him opened his mouth slightly. It turned out that this person was the prince's master!

After Yi Shuyuan left, Zhuo Qing, Du Xiaolin and others came forward one by one, but they all declined the sandalwood handed over by the Mo family servants, and did not bow down to the mourning hall, but just bowed as if they were meeting in person.

But when everyone came in front of the Mo family, the latter also bowed respectfully, especially when it came to Qi Zhongbin, the younger generation of the Mo family seemed very excited.

When Zhuo Qing came over, Shi Sheng was fine, but his Mo Xiaorong seemed a little excited. However, after hesitating to say something, he simply called out in a low voice.

"Aunt Zhuo."

Aunt? Mo Xiaorong's husband looked at Zhuo Qing and then at his wife with wide eyes. Although his wife still had a youthful demeanor, the delicate woman in front of him was obviously much younger than his wife, right?

The two children brought from her mother's family have grown up. They were also a little dazed at this moment, wondering if they were a very senior relative of their mother.

Zhuo Qing smiled and nodded, then looked at the man next to her and the several grown-up children.

"You're already a grown-up girl. That's great!"

"Aunt Zhuo, I..."

Zhuo Qing reached out and pinched Mo Xiaorong's face.

"Don't feel guilty. A safe and happy life is also a form of spiritual practice. Even Aunt Zhuo is envious!"

After saying that, Zhuo Qing left. Mo Xiaorong wanted to say something but didn't call her. She just let out a sigh of relief.

On the other side, Du Xiaolin looked at Shi Sheng and whispered a few words to him. No one knew what he said, but Shi Sheng seemed embarrassed for a moment. Then Du Xiaolin left with Zhuo Qing.

After that it was Qi Zhongbin and Yan Shouyun. The master didn't say anything to these two. The disciple wanted to say "Uncle Master, my condolences" but then thought it was better to remain silent.

After this special group of people left, many people couldn't help but discuss it privately, including Mo Xiaorong's husband Gao Zhen. Although there were many things he wanted to ask, Gao Zhen only blurted out one sentence in the end.

"Madam, why don't these people bow?"

Mo Xiaorong glanced at her husband and pretended to think for a while before replying.

"Maybe he's afraid that Dad can't bear it."

It’s not that I’m afraid, I just can’t stand it!
As for other people's comments, the Mo family would just evade the question when talking to relatives and friends, and would not comment on them when talking to the servants in the mansion.

However, the departure of this special group of people also made Mo Xiaorong worried. She was afraid that her brother would leave and never come back. It was not until Shi Sheng, who understood his sister's thoughts, gave her a reassuring smile that Mo Xiaorong felt at peace.
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Outside the Mo Mansion, Yi Shuyuan and his party walked on the street, and then followed the street to the river in the city.

"Sir, do you think Shisheng left home to practice Buddhism? But you were always thinking about Baokang."

"You are more worried than me, your master!"

Yi Shuyuan said this with a smile, but said no more. Hui Mian smiled and jumped onto Du Xiaolin's shoulder again.

"Xiao Lin, what did you and Shi Sheng whisper to each other?"

Du Xiaolin's mouth corners slightly raised.

"Don't say it!"

"Hey, you're still keeping me in suspense!"

Compared to the closest relatives of the Mo family, even Shi Sheng's inevitable sadness, for practitioners such as Yi Shuyuan, Mo Yiming just had a new beginning, and the age of 103 was certainly considered a happy funeral.

"Boom~boom~boom~boom."

A slight drumbeat sounded in their ears. Yi Shuyuan and others looked in the direction of the sound. The drumbeat seemed to come from the southern horizon.

"What's this noise?"

Yan Shouyun asked subconsciously, and as time went by, the sound of the drum became increasingly clear. A cloud was approaching in the distant sky, and some flags could be vaguely seen above, and someone could be seen beating a drum.

"Could it be that the heavenly soldiers are going out to fight?"

"You're wrong. The Heavenly Army's expedition will not be of this small scale!"

Hui Mian said this, and at the same time he had already seen clearly the situation in the cloud.

"Good fellow, it's the Lord!"

"What prince?"

When Yan Shouyun asked, Yi Shuyuan had already calculated with his fingers and understood what had happened.

In the clouds in the sky over there, the burly Xiao Junhou is now wearing a silver-grey armor. Standing around him in the clouds are at least a hundred monsters with different levels of cultivation, including small monsters with animal heads and human bodies, and a small number of transformed monsters.

They also carried a large flag and set up several large drums, and a demon cultivator kept beating the drums as he moved forward.

"My Lord, the Dayong Mingzhou is ahead. Do you think Immortal Mo Shang will be there?"

"Hehe, he must be here. I just came back from heaven!"

Marquis Xiao stretched his arms and legs, reached out and grabbed the large flag behind him and waved it, and before he reached Mingzhou, he had already cast a spell to transmit his voice.

"Shisheng - I am here - don't be lazy and greedy - follow me quickly. You saw me lose that year, now you should also witness me take revenge -"

"Little ones, beat the drums louder!"

"Yes!"

"Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong."

Several little demons were also very excited, beating the drums vigorously with the drumsticks in their hands. Although there were only a hundred of them, the sound was as loud as a large army passing through.

Few mortals could hear this noise, but it certainly alarmed the ghosts and gods in the underworld.

However, when some ghosts and gods looked upwards, Xiao Junhou, who was riding the cloud, also noticed it. At this moment, he waved the flag in his hand, and a brilliant light flashed on it.

The flag had the three characters "Mr. Xiao" written on it, and on one side a demon cultivator unfolded a scroll, which was an imperial decree from heaven, to prove that he was definitely not a rebellious demon!
"Shisheng——but he hasn't woken up yet, hahahahaha——"

The cheerful voice of Lord Xiao spread to Mingzhou City.

In the Mo Mansion, Shi Sheng looked up at the sky to the south, and Mo Xiaorong also frowned and looked at the sky.

"Brother, there seems to be a drum sound."

“Well, there are some.”

At the City God Temple in Mingzhou City, the City God and some gods from the underworld appeared and looked at the sky, but quickly shook their heads and disappeared.

Some people sighed, "It's so vulgar!"

The clouds in the sky have reached Mingzhou, and have merged into the dark clouds above Mingzhou.

Marquis Xiao inserted the flag into the clouds and, like the other demon cultivators, looked around Mingzhou City.

"My Lord, is that the Mo Residence?" "I saw it too, it seems like there is a funeral there?"

"What? Funeral?"

Xiao Junhou was slightly stunned, the smile on his face faded, and then he realized that his wild laughter just now seemed a little inappropriate!

(End of this chapter)