At the beginning of the game, you will live forever, and you will grow old forever

There are sixty-four houses here, guarding the central Tai Chi Taoist temple. They are designed to represent the division of yin and yang, and to imply that Tai Chi derives the energy of the five elements.

The two yin and yang, the eight trigrams, and the sixty-four trigrams constitute the layout of the Chen family's ancient house.

This place also represents Chen Xun's Five Elements Immortal Dao, Big Black Bull's Formation Dao, and He Ling's Yin-Yang Dao. It is their own Taoist temple, which is very different from ordinary residences, and it also represents the importance of this place.

Outside a house.

Many people came, including disciples of the Wuyun Sect, members of the Chen family, and the mountain god.

But immortals like Ke Ding can only stand far away outside the ancient house. They have no qualifications to enter here, and outsiders are not allowed to enter.

Today, the sky above the old house is very gloomy.

The entire old house was illuminated quite dimly.

This place is like an independent cave, incompatible with the outside world.

There is a large cauldron for offering sacrifices to the sky under the courtyard of the house, with unburned incense sticks on it...the smell of incense is very strong.

Chen Batian and Chen Yanshu are no longer able to survive, their time is up.

They leaned lightly on the chairs, their faces were pale, even their bodies were decaying, their realms were dissipating, their lips were trembling, and their foreheads were covered with sweat.

"Old man...Niu Zu." Chen Batian spoke with difficulty, his whole body trembling, but his eyes were clear and calm.

"Moo!"

The big black bull's eyes were red as it continuously channeled its magic power to them. Over the years, it had tried many methods to repair its body, nourish its soul, and even to refine its own soul.

But it could only extend their lives for a few more years, as it had already reached the limit of what the Immortal Puppet's body could endure.

Chen Xun stood in front of them with a calm expression: "Batian, Yanshu, I have been preparing for this day for many years. I once killed an ancient master from a forbidden land and obtained the forbidden technique of the heavens, but now is not the right time."

"...There's only a one in ten thousand chance of success."

He gazed deeply at Chen Batian and Chen Yanshu, never considering them as immortal puppets, but as his adopted sons.

"Cough!" Chen Yanshu coughed up blood, his cloudy eyes were full of bloodshot, and he murmured, "...Old man, I...I actually still like the peaceful days when I settled accounts in our blacksmith shop."

After saying this, he smiled, a very innocent smile.

It seemed like he had been holding this sentence in his heart for too many years. The first few hundred pages of the Taoist book in his hand never contained any insights into martial arts or the great Dao.

Rather, it is just, just a list of some accounts to be settled.

The first page.

East Market Giant Spirit Ore, one pound of 3,123 low-grade spirit stones...

The second page.

Li Qingcha, one ounce of thirty-seven lower-grade spiritual stones...

You Yuan smashed the stone wall in the backyard and used 317 low-grade spirit stones to repair it.

……

the last page.

The store lost 7,632 low-grade spirit stones...

……

This is the book that Chen Yanshu often holds in his arms. He regards it as a treasure. Outsiders all think that this book is a magic weapon to ward off enemies, but... everyone is wrong. It has never been.

Chen Yanshu looked at Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu and smiled foolishly, and there was no shrewdness in his eyes anymore.

He never liked fighting and killing. He just wanted to stand outside the blacksmith shop in the afternoon, watch the various wild beasts passing by, feel the afternoon breeze, listen to the quarrels between the old man and Niu Zu in the blacksmith shop, take a short rest, and continue to be busy with account keeping in the afternoon.

At that time he felt like a real living being, with flesh and blood.

Chen Yanshu's hopeful gaze was like a heavy hammer hitting Chen Xun's heart. He was dazed for a moment and smiled, "Yes."

"Yes..."

Chen Yanshu nodded heavily, as if relieved of a heavy burden, his eyes were empty, as if he was recalling something.

Chen Batian's eyes dimmed a little. He took a deep look at Niu Zu, who was still using his magic power to prolong their lives. A trace of deep attachment appeared in his eyes. He was reluctant to leave and did not want to die.

"Batian." Suddenly, a pair of warm hands gently patted his shoulders. Chen Xun smiled and said, "In the future, our family will open a shop in a place where no one knows us."

"Grandpa, is it true?!" Chen Batian opened his eyes slightly, a little excited, still yelling as before, but then he had a violent coughing fit, his body could no longer bear it.

Chen Xun nodded, this was Xianyan’s promise.

He tilted his head and patted the big black bull gently: "Old bull, don't worry, let Batian and Yanshu rest, rest."

"Moo..." The big black bull looked at Chen Xun, his eyes filled with deep trust. He believed that he remembered every word Chen Xun said.

Three days later.

The wind was blowing coldly in the Chen family's old house. The crane trees were swaying and leaves were flying all over the sky.

It was dark, on a long road.

The big black bull walked in front without any emotion.

He Ling followed behind with a dignified manner.

The seventy-two mountain gods personally carried the coffins. They wore immortal or ghost masks on their heads, and soul-calming chains surged out from their bodies, tightly linking the two coffins.

The Chen family members walked on both sides of the coffin with solemn expressions, not saying a word.

Chen Xun walked at the end of the funeral procession with an expressionless face. His steps were neither hurried nor slow, exuding a calm and steady momentum.

Chen Batian and Chen Yanshu left.

The remaining soul was suppressed in the coffin.

An hour later.

They came to an ancient building.

"Funeral~~~"

The sound of wind and thunder resounded between heaven and earth, a scene of wolves howling in ghost valley was heard, and the ghosts and gods in heaven and earth wept.

The Chen family members are not buried in the ground, but in the ancient building.

Buzz —

Big Black Bull carried Chen Batian's coffin on his back and personally delivered it into the ancient building.

Chen Xun lifted Chen Yanshu's coffin and personally carried it into the ancient building.

The Chen family members were in low spirits and bowed their heads to bid farewell to the two elder brothers.

The mountain gods played musical instruments and sang, and the atmosphere in the entire Chen family's ancient house was extremely depressing. Ke Ding, who was outside the house, felt his heart sink. What an ancient funeral ceremony... Chen Xun was thoughtful.

He sighed inwardly, knowing that what Chen Xun cared about most were the creatures around him, whether they were juniors or spiritual beasts.

Seven days in a row.

Chen Xun and his companions just walked out of Chen Xun's ancient house.

"Chen Xun."

"Ke Ding."

Chen Xun's eyebrows moved slightly, and he asked expressionlessly, "This is my home, there are some things you don't need to explore..."

"Moo!"

Big Black Bull roared at Ke Ding angrily, "How come you, an old scholar, want to get into my family affairs? At least you should consider the occasion and understand some ways of the world."

Ke Ding's pupils shrank, knowing that they were in a bad mood, and he quickly explained: "Misunderstanding!"

Chen Xun looked around and nodded, "Let's talk somewhere else."

Half an hour later.

They went to the Yin-Yang Bamboo Forest at the foot of the mountain. This place was tacitly regarded as the temporary residence of the immortal Ke Ding, and generally no living creatures came to disturb it.

"What's the matter? Just tell me directly." Chen Xun was not in a good mood and inevitably felt a little depressed.

"The great general Tianhuang from the era of the great slaughter of all races is now alive. I have seen the embryonic form of living things nurtured in the Dao!" Ke Ding looked excited.

"That's the business of Taoist Frog. I promised him that year."

Chen Xun raised his eyebrows and looked Ke Ding up and down. "It would be strange if this great general Tianhuang didn't come back to life. Old Niu has done a lot to help him. Besides, she has come back to life. Why are you so excited here?"

"That person was the one who followed the throne of the Human Emperor and killed all living things during the era of massacre among all races!"

Ke Ding's breathing was extremely uneven, and his tone was extremely high. "I have been exploring the immortal history of the era of the great slaughter of all races. Why shouldn't I be excited that this person can be resurrected and even explore the great secret of the human race's longevity!"

"Especially this General Tianhuang. I have found out that she openly changed sides and even gave up on becoming an immortal... There are so many stories about her, far more than the secrets that Senior Frog knew!"

"Oh..."

Chen Xun was moved when he heard about Huishou, but after hearing about the human race, he lost interest. "Ke Ding, I have something else to do. After you finish your investigation, just give me a summary."

Call ~

A breeze suddenly blew, and Chen Xun's figure disappeared.

Ke Ding was very anxious: "Chen Xun! Chen Xun!! How could General Tianhuang recognize me?! It wasn't me who saved her, let's go together!"

"Not interested, go find the frog Taoist yourself."

An indifferent voice resounded between heaven and earth, and then disappeared completely.

Ke Ding stamped his feet and sighed, then shook his head and went to find Taoist Frog. At least they still had some friendship of rebuilding the Taoist essence, but it could never compare to Chen Xun coming forward in person.