Chapter 1594 That Book

There are sixty-four houses here, guarding the central Tai Chi Daochang, taking the meaning of Yin and Yang, implying that Tai Chi derives the five elements.

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

This also represents Chen Xun's five elements immortal way, the big black bull's array way, and the yin and yang way of He Ling. 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 Five Elements Sect, Chen family members, and mountain gods.

But immortals like Ke Ding can only stand far away from the ancient house. They are not qualified to enter here, and outsiders are not allowed to enter.

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

It also reflects the entire ancient house in a very dim way.

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

There is a large cauldron for offering sacrifices to the heavens under the courtyard of the house, and there are still unburned incense sticks on it... The smell of incense is very strong.

Chen Batian and Chen Yanshu are dying, and their time has come.

They leaned lightly on the chairs, their faces 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 was trembling, but his eyes were clear and calm.

"Moo!"

The big black bull's eyes were red, and he kept sending magic power to them. Over the years, he had tried many ways to repair his body, nourish his soul, and even to sacrifice his own soul.

But it could only extend their lives for a few years, and it had completely reached the limit that the immortal puppet body could bear.

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

"... Only one in ten thousand is sure."

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

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

After saying that, he smiled, and his smile was very innocent.

He seemed to have kept this sentence in his heart for too many years. The first hundreds of pages of the Taoist book he held in his hand were never about the cultivation method and the understanding of the Tao.

But, it was just, just a list of some accounts.

Page 1.

East City Giant Spirit Ore, one pound of three thousand one hundred and twenty-three low-grade spirit stones...

Page 2.

Li Qingcha, one ounce and thirty-seven lower-grade spirit stones...

You Yuan smashed the stone wall in the backyard and repaired it with three hundred and seventeen lower-grade spirit stones.

...

The last page.

The store lost seven thousand six hundred and thirty-two lower-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 defend against enemies, but... everyone is wrong, it has never been.

Chen Yanshu looked at Chen Xun and the big black bull and smiled foolishly, and there was no shrewdness in his eyes.

He never liked fighting and killing. He just wanted to stand outside the blacksmith shop in the afternoon, watch the various wild spirit beasts passing by, blow the afternoon wind, listen to the quarrels between the old man and Niu Zu in the blacksmith shop, take a rest for a while, and continue to keep accounts in the afternoon.

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

Chen Yanshu's hopeful eyes were like a heavy hammer that hit Chen Xun's heart. He was in a trance for a moment and smiled, "I will."

"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, and 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 didn't want to die.

"Batian." Suddenly, a pair of warm big 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, and was a little excited. He was still noisy, but then he coughed violently, and his body could no longer bear it.

Chen Xun nodded. This was a promise made by the immortal.

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 full of trust, believing that he remembered every word Chen Xun said.

Three days later.

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

The sky was dark, on a long road.

The big black bull walked in front without sadness or joy.

The crane followed behind with a dignified manner.

The seventy-two mountain gods personally carried the coffin. They wore immortal ghost masks, and the soul-soothing chains were surging from them, tightly connected to the two coffins.

The Chen family members walked solemnly on both sides of the coffin, without saying a word.

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

Chen Batian and Chen Yanshu left.

The remaining soul was suppressed in the coffin.

An hour later.

They arrived in front of an ancient building.

"Bury~~~"

The sound of wind and thunder resounded between heaven and earth, and a scene of wolf howling in Ghost Valley wept the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth.

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

Buzz—

The big black bull carried Chen Batian's coffin on his back and personally sent it to the ancient building.

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

The Chen family members were in low spirits, bowing their heads and bidding farewell to their two elder brothers.

The mountain gods played music and sang, and the atmosphere in the Chen family's ancient house was extremely depressing. Seeing this, Ke Ding's heart sank outside the ancient house. What an ancient funeral ceremony... Chen Xun was thoughtful.

He sighed in his heart, knowing that Chen Xun cared most about the creatures around him, whether they were young or spiritual beasts.

For seven consecutive days.

Chen Xun and his friends 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!"

The big black bull roared at Ke Ding, how come you, an old scholar, want to explore family affairs? At least consider the occasion and understand some worldly ways.

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

Chen Xun looked around and nodded, saying: "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 has been tacitly regarded as the temporary residence of Ke Ding, the immortal of Tianji, and generally no creatures come to disturb it.

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

"The great general Tianhuang in the era of the great killing of all races is happy. I have seen the prototype of the creatures nurtured in the Dao Yun!" Ke Ding looked excited.

"That's the business of Taoist Frog. I promised it back then."

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 Cow has helped him a lot. Besides, she's come back to life. Why are you so excited here?"

"That person followed the throne of the Human Emperor during the Great Killing Era of All Races and killed people!"

Ke Ding's breathing was extremely uneven and his tone was extremely high. "I have been exploring the immortal history of the Great Killing Era of All Races. Why shouldn't I be excited that this person can come back to life?" , and even the great secret of the human race's filthy longevity!"

"Especially this great general Tianhuang, I have found out that she openly changed sides and even gave up becoming an immortal... There are so many stories, far more than the secrets known by the frog senior!"

"Oh..."

After Chen Xun heard about the filthy longevity, his heart was moved, but after hearing about the human race, he became a little uninterested, "Ke Ding, I have something else to do. After you find out, just give me a summary."

Hu~

The breeze suddenly rose, and Chen Xun's figure disappeared.

Ke Ding was anxious: "Chen Xun! Chen Xun!! How could the great general Tianhuang recognize me? ! It's not me who saved her, let's go together!"

"Not interested, you can find the frog Taoist yourself."

A calm voice resounded between heaven and earth, and then disappeared completely.

Ke Ding stamped his feet and sighed, shook his head and went to find the frog Taoist. At least they still had some friendship to rebuild the Taoist essence, but it was impossible to compare with Chen Xun's personal appearance.