Mo Tiange stepped on the cloud boots and looked down at the town below.

This is a very small town with only a few streets, with stalls scattered around the streets. There are not many people coming and going, most of them are farmers and civilians.

Her eyes swept over one by one, looking for familiar traces.

That inn, that noodle stall, the tall tea flag beside the bridge at the entrance of the town...

It seems like time has passed, and it has returned to ninety years.

Following the path out of the town, I arrived at a small village not far away.

At the east end of the village, there are several houses scattered in sporadic places, the river winds by and smoke from cooking stoves.

This is just a small village under Liancheng, Jin State. There are only three or four hundred people in the village, which is very ordinary in the secular world.

But here, the meaning of her is different.

This is her hometown. She was born and raised here, and under the care of her mother, she also had a happy childhood.

Ninety years have passed by like water, and I can't hold back the smoke and clouds between my fingers. The little girl back then is now a monk of Killing Pills, and the people of that year have all become a pile of dry bones and a piece of loess.

She saw the house with a small courtyard at the east end of the village, freshly painted, the tiles were bright, and there was a woman cleaning the yard - she naturally didn't know her.

My mother passed away and she left again. I guess the house was given to someone's uncle? The house was still the same house, but I could no longer find the home in my memory.

She sighed softly and closed her eyes.

There is a difference between immortals and mortals, and the Supreme Being Forgetful Love. She will no longer be entangled in the past, but seeing the traces of childhood, she still cannot hide the faint sadness in her heart.

The ancestral hall still stands in the west of the village. Although there are traces of renovation, the walls are still much old. She walked and couldn't help but want to see if there was a serious old master there, a narrow library.

In that small library, she learned about such a world of cultivating immortals for the first time and embarked on such a path...

When she saw her entering the village, many villagers ran out of the house and pointed, but they didn't have the courage to step forward.

She was wearing a Taoist robe without any dust, her eyebrows were picturesque, her demeanor was elegant, like a banished immortal, which was completely different from those of the villagers.

She walked through the village path and walked for ninety years. The thin and weak little girl who was no different from these villagers at that time had become a handsome Jiedan monk.

She pushed open the door to the lobby of the ancestral hall.

This time, someone finally ran over in panic and wanted to stop her: "This girl, this is the ancestral hall of our Mo family, and women are not allowed to enter..." Facing her, she couldn't even speak well, and in the end she became stuttering.

"I'm just coming back to see it," she said softly, stepping into the threshold of the lobby.

Women are not allowed to enter this lobby. She has only entered once, but it has changed her life's destiny.

Under the invisible pressure of the monk Jiedan, the person who stopped her never dared to step forward. He watched her step in, watched her stand in front of the ancestor tablets, and watched her reach out and stroke one of the tablets.

Although the woman could not enter the ancestral hall, the mother had hired a son-in-law, and the tablets after her death were still placed in the ancestral hall.

At that time, she had not confirmed the news of her father's death, so she only had one spiritual throne with her mother alone. Over the years, I am afraid that no one would pay homage.

Mom, do you feel lonely here alone? Is it okay if your daughter takes you away and is buried with your father?

She thought silently in her heart, smiled, waved her sleeves gently, and the dust on the tablet suddenly disappeared, and then put the tablet into the Qiankun bag.

"Girl!" The man was shocked, "You..."

"Don't panic," she turned her head and smiled at the man, "I am a descendant of the Mo family. This is the spirit of my mother. I will collect it today."

Hearing this, the man was stunned and couldn't speak: "You..."

This is a young man in his fifties and sixties. He thought he had seen all the children in the village, but the woman in front of him was completely unfamiliar. Is this girl like a fairy a descendant of a strange family?

Mo Tiange turned around and looked at the highest position.

The position of Mo Yaoqing, there are only these five words on the jade tablet, and there is no title. However, the ancestors are not ordinary people, I am afraid that none of the descendants of the country know about it now, right? But I don’t know what the mystery is on this tablet...

She pondered for a moment, raised her hand gently, and the jade tablet flew out of thin air and fell into her hand.

Seeing this scene, the little old man who had stopped her was shocked: "You...you...girl, are you an immortal?"

Mo Tiange paused and looked sideways: "How do you know?"

The little old man looked at the position where she took the tablet away, and was suddenly shocked: "You are, you are..."

Mo Tiange frowned slightly: "Do you know who I am?"

The little old man took a breath and suddenly knelt down and kowtowed: "Mo Yijia has seen his second aunt."

Second aunt? This title made Mo Tiange feel a moment of trance. Think about it carefully, she was indeed ranked second among the girls of this generation in the clan. Tian Qiao was the eldest granddaughter and she was the second granddaughter.

She smiled slightly: "It's been ninety years, but I didn't expect someone to remember me."

The old man looked up at her in awe and said, "The second aunt was taken away by the immortals back then, which is something that the whole village knows. Please wait here, I, I will go and invite my uncle."

Uncle Mo Tiange had time to ask, the old man got up tremblingly and hurriedly ran out.

According to the name of this little old man, she should be two generations older than him, and her uncle is also two generations older. Is there still a living family member of her generation?

Mo Tiange felt a little incredible, but after a while, she would know the answer. She smiled and looked down at Mo Yaoqing's tablet.

This tablet is made of jade, and it is a spiritual jade. When she left Mojia Village, she was still young. She didn't know what to do, and she couldn't feel that there was a small ban here.

This restriction is very exquisite. If she hadn't been very proficient in formation and had read Mo Yaoqing's notes, I'm afraid that it would be difficult to see through this level of cultivation at a glance, just to think that this is an ordinary piece of spiritual jade.

She smiled slightly, gathered spiritual energy between her fingers, and penetrated into the jade tablet.

The hard jade token was like fog, and she pinched a jade slip from it, and the jade token was intact.

After taking out the jade slip, most of the spiritual energy on the tablet had dissipated. Mo Tiange raised his hand and put Mo Yaoqing's tablet back into his original place, and the jade slip was placed in his Qiankun bag.

There were more and more people surrounding the entrance of the ancestral hall. The villagers of Mojia Village saw a woman entering the ancestral hall for the first time. Mo Yijia, who was guarding the ancestral hall, not only did not stop him, but also kowtowed to her. They surrounded the ancestral hall gate, pointed at Mo Tiange and whispered to guess her identity, but did not dare to come in.

"Great grandpa, grandpa is here." There was a commotion in the crowd.

"Big uncle," Mo Yijia's excited voice came, "Here, the second aunt is here."

The crowd was lined up, and an old man with a trembling chicken-skinned hair that could hardly walk was helped in. Seeing him coming, everyone retreated respectfully.

The old man looked up and stared at Mo Tiange with his turbid eyes for a long time. His expression was trembling and he walked up with trembling: "Tiange... Are you Tiange?"

There was no trace in my memory, but the old man in front of me overlapped with the grandfather in my mind.

Mo Tiange looked at the lying old man in front of him and whispered: "You... are Tianjun?"

The old man's turbid tears fell: "You are finally back..."

Mo Tiange took a deep breath. Tianjun... isn't she two years older than her? She is now ninety-eight years old. Tianjun should be one hundred years old and is still alive?

"Tianjun, are you okay?" Looking at the old man in front of him who couldn't even walk on the road, Mo Tiange sighed. This time he returned to the world, he really didn't expect to meet an acquaintance again. He thought that ninety years have passed and the world has changed.

"I... are very good, I live to one hundred years old, very good... very good..." Mo Tianjun trembled and wiped his tears, "When people get old, they are... easy to be excited."

Back then, they were all children. He always liked to bully this sister and always liked to pull her braids. Later, when he grew up a little, he realized that he should also care for this sister, but not long after, she left and never returned.

Now he is old and stepping into the coffin with one foot, but she is finally back, but she is still young.

He wiped his tears, suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, Tian Qiao... Tian Qiao also went to your world, do you know..."

Mo Tiange's eyes dimmed. Tian Qiao's death was a regret for her life.

"I've met her..." she whispered, "but, he's gone."

"Is that?" Mo Tianjun sighed, but he didn't feel so sad. He lived at this age, and saw too much separation from life and death, and was used to the death of his relatives around him. Not to mention his parents and brothers, even his children had passed away, and his grandchildren began to grow old... He didn't know why he had lived for so long. "Tian Qiao is not an immortal. I guessed that she had probably passed away..."

Mo Tiange did not explain. It would be fine to make him think so. He is so old and has been mentally prepared. Why should he be sad again?

"Tiange, you... are you already an immortal?"

Mo Tiange smiled slightly: "Yes, I have achieved success in practicing Taoism now and have the power of gods."

After hearing this, Mo Tianjun had not spoken yet, and the young man who had been holding him suddenly knelt down: "Grand Aunt, since you are already a god, please save your great grandfather, great grandfather he..."

Halfway through the young man's words, Mo Tiange raised his hand and stopped the following words: "You don't have to say much. As a mortal, your great-grandfather is already merciful to God until he is a hundred years old. I can make him healthy, but I cannot change his cycle of life and death."

"Tao Gu Zu..."

"Xin'er!" Mo Tianjun shouted. Although he was old and his voice was hoarse, he still had prestige. The young man dared not say anything again immediately.

Mo Tianjun looked at Mo Tiange and said, "People have birth, old age, sickness and death. I have lived for so long and are satisfied. But these descendants of the strange family... Tiange, I know, what kind of spiritual roots do you need for immortal cultivation? Only with spiritual roots can you have the opportunity to cultivate immortality. Today I am shameless and beg you, if our descendants of the Mo family have this spiritual root, please give them some opportunities."

When a person grows old, he speaks slowly. Mo Tianjun is tired after saying such a long sentence, so the young man hurriedly got up to support him.

Mo Tiange glanced at the young man and smiled slightly: "Okay, I am also a descendant of the Mo family. It is a matter of raising hands. But it is not something I can decide whether there is a fate of immortality. Within today, all descendants of the Mo family can come here to try whether there is a fate of immortality. If there is, I will take him on the road of immortality. If there is no, then I will stop thinking about it." (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log in. There are more chapters, support the author and support genuine reading!)

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