I Am a Corpse Collector In the World of Cultivating Immortals Chapter 136

  Chapter 136 has a small part of my credit

  In the ninety-third year of Yongxing, Chen Shen, who had been practicing in seclusion in the courtyard, left the seclusion again.

  He took Mu Xiaojin to a funeral.

   King An is dead!

  The powerful vassal king who ruled the southern region for thousands of years, was suppressed by Emperor Yongxing, and has been living in the imperial city.

  Being a mortal for a lifetime with his younger brother Zhenbeiwang's family is also happy, making up for the brotherhood.

   But he is no longer a monk, he has lived in the mortal world for a short hundred years.

  The king of Zhenbei was deposed for many years, so he passed away twenty years ago.

   Now it's King An's turn, the famous Daxia vassal king, who passed away in the spring of this year.

   "Wuqing is originally the emperor's family, and I hope that King An will be an ordinary person in his next life." Yu Qing, who was once the master of Ziyuan Jinlin, sighed. He was dressed in plain white clothes and wore a white scarf.

   Those who came to express their condolences were all old people, most of whom were Ziyuan luck masters.

  In front of the mourning hall, there were two old men all dressed in white, with tears running down their cheeks.

   Those are a pair of sons and daughters of King An. The eldest son and princess Li Yue used to enjoy all the glory, but now they are secular mortals, their years are gone.

  Behind them, there was also a middle-aged man kneeling down.

  It is Li Wu, the Heavenly Venerable, dressed in hemp and mourning, kneeling in front of King An's coffin, with a heavy expression on his face.

  King An once showed great kindness to him, so he guarded Li Yunhua's spirit as his adopted son.

  Chen Shen and Zhang Pingping were also present, dressed in white, standing on one side in silent mourning.

   "My condolences to my aunt and uncle." A young man in a boa robe walked outside the door.

  He is rich and handsome, and he walks like a dragon and a tiger. He is the sage grandson Li Xuan who is flourishing in the imperial city.

   When King An passed away, Yongxing would of course be able to know about it immediately, and it was enough face to let the grandson come.

  Everyone knows that half of the credit for the crown prince's stable position in the East Palace is due to this one.

   It can be said that the grandson of the emperor who came to mourn will most likely be the son of the great summer in the future.

  The holy grandson is also the most honorable guest among the guests who came to express condolences.

  On the death of King An, only a small number of people such as Ziyuan Qiyun Master and the emperor of the dynasty knew about it, and it was carried out according to the secular etiquette.

  In the evening, everyone gathered together and had a light meal.

   "Master Chen Shen is still young and handsome, but I am old and my face is gone." The old woman Li Yue came to Chen Shen's table to toast a few glasses of wine, looked at Chen Shen who had never aged, and sighed.

   "Dongzhou Mahayana is already a taboo, and crossing the catastrophe has become the ceiling of the world. After thousands of years, I will grow old like my aunt and die. It's just a matter of time."

   It was not Chen Shen who spoke, but the grandson Li Xuan.

  He stayed here as a close relative and junior, and left without expressing condolences. Instead, he is now drinking at a table with the young Chen Shen and others.

   "It seems that I have to wait a little longer on Huangquan Road." Li Yue smiled, then looked at Mu Xiaojin again, and said:

"Chen Shen was born beautiful, and I have had moments that moved my heart. I used to think about which lucky girl would stay with Master Chen for half a lifetime. It turned out to be Miss Mu Xiaojin. She was like a fish and a wild goose. There are not many women in the world who can shoulder to shoulder with you."

  Mu Xiaojin was dressed in plain white clothes, without whitewashing, but she still couldn't conceal her slender figure, her eyes were as clear as lake water, her eyelashes were long and curved, and her nose was exquisite and pretty.

  Quiet and elegant, with graceful and delicate cheeks, and a pink face that can be broken by blowing, she is a beautiful woman of national beauty.

  Of course, Mu Xiaojin was able to become more and more beautiful, and Chen Shen felt that he had a small part of the credit for it.

  However, upon hearing this, this overwhelmed wife was a little shy, and grabbed the corner of Chen Shen's clothes with her slender hands.

   "Speaking of which, when my little nephew brings a girl for my aunt to meet, it would be nice if I could see the most outstanding genius of our Da Li family get married before he dies."

  Li Yue changed the subject, looked at the grandson again, and said.

  She hates Wen Guang and doesn't want to see Yongxing, but she has a clear sense of grievances and grievances, and she still has a good impression of this most talented grandson.

  Li Xuan's face flushed slightly. Neither his grandpa nor the prince urged him to get married, and he was born a martial idiot, so he never thought about it.

  In the middle of the night, everyone was almost drunk.

   "Everyone, I will come to see King An off tomorrow morning. I can't accompany you today. I have a treasure at home." Zhang Ping resigned.

  Zhang Hua's son, that is, his grandson, got married last year, gave birth to a lovely daughter, and left it to his grandfather to raise him, and the husband and wife went to work hard.

It is said that the heirs born of good genes should also be outstanding, but it is a pity that Zhang Hua's talent is not as good as Zhang Ping, let alone his grandson, who got married early and started a business. Relying on his grandfather's relationship, he formed a small caravan in the imperial city and became businessman.

   Then, some luck masters left one after another, but there were also a few people who stayed and stayed with Prince Li Yue.

   "Brother Chen, aren't you leaving?" Shi Can and Duan Li also came to express their condolences. Before leaving, they saw Chen Shen sitting on the wine table without moving, so they couldn't help asking.

   "I used to be the luck master of Ziyuan, and under the care of King An, I should keep watch for him." Chen Shen said righteously.

   Just kidding, tomorrow the well-known King An will be buried, of course he has to be there, and for fear of any accidents, he plans to stay here overnight.

   Shengsun was also more loyal, so he didn't just leave, and just sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

  In the early morning of the second day, King An went out of the funeral in a low-key manner, and all the mourners from yesterday also came to see King An off.

  The Crown Princess was old and unable to caress the spirit of his late father. Led by the holy grandson, several young luck masters carried the coffin out of the courtyard together.

  Chen Shen was naturally included in this list, and he volunteered to carry the coffin for King An.

   King An's first mortal life had no possibility of being buried in the imperial mausoleum, so he was buried in a garden next to the courtyard according to his requirements during his lifetime.

   "Wang An is a hero in life, and a ghost in death. If you can see his peerless demeanor, you should fill in the soil for him after death!" Chen Shen brought a shovel with him, and he was the most active.

  Mu Xiaojin stood aside, staring at the love of her life like looking through autumn water, feeling a little suspicious in her heart.

  She always felt that her powerful and low-key husband was only interested in burial.

   "Being a hero in life, and a hero in death, I didn't expect that brother Chen is not only very talented in luck, but also has a scholarly talent."

  Shi Can murmured the poems that Chen Shen read at will, his eyes lit up, and he praised.

   "It is indeed a good poem. Before Chen Shen practiced Taoism, he must have been a scholar, right?" Princess Li Yue also nodded, looking at Mu Xiaojin, seeking an answer.

   "My husband was a scholar in a secular dynasty before practicing Taoism." Mu Xiaojin replied.

   "Unfortunately, if Brother Chen is not a luck master and enters my Daxia Academy, maybe he will become a famous Confucian teacher in the future." Shengsun also said.

  Obviously, Chen Shen's chanted poems made him feel a little surprised, and they could even be regarded as famous poems through the ages.

  【The burial was successful! 】

  A mechanical notification sounded in Chen Shen's mind, and the shovel worked harder.

   "Worthy of being King An, the ultimate spiritual root, who was once an amazing genius!" Chen Shen sighed in his heart.

   "King An's cultivation level before he was abolished actually achieved the completion of the tribulation!"

  The harvest this time is not bad. His experience in immortality reaches the ceiling of the world. Before the Mahayana, the road of practice will be a broad road, so you don't need to explore it yourself.

   Moreover, this is the first time that he has obtained one of the top and most complete Taoism in the entire East Continent, the supreme method that can only be practiced by the direct descendants of the Great Xia royal family.

   "Unfortunately, it has something to do with luck." Chen Shen sighed again in his heart. Although he is the master of Jinlin, he is not very interested in Qi luck exercises.

  What he believes in is his own strength, and the strength and realm obtained by relying on foreign objects, he feels that it is not perfect and easy to lose.

   "It can only be treasured, otherwise it can be used for reference." He felt sorry.

  But to bury a peerless person who has dominated the world for thousands of years is not a waste of time.

   Not long after, a brand new tomb was erected with an inscription on it. On the inscription, the poem Chen Shen just read was engraved on it.

   "Master Chen, did you write this poem yourself? Can you borrow it to write a poem for my father?"

   "You've already engraved it." Chen Shen looked at Li Yue strangely, thought in his heart, but said:

   "The poem is not written by me. I have seen it in a yellowed book. The original author has passed away. You can just engrave it on it."

  In fact, he also wanted to pretend to be a superficially talented Wen Chaogong.

  It's a pity that he is not the first time traveler in this world, Qingdi is more beautiful than before.

   I was afraid that this man had done similar things before, and published his own book, and wrote this poem in it.

  Although the birth point of Emperor Qing should not be Dongzhou, these poems can last forever.

  If it spreads from a certain place one day, and he recognizes the original work, he will be the one who will be slapped in the face.

   Moreover, Emperor Qing was hacked to death, and his enemies were all masters of the immortal family. If he found out, it would be troublesome for him to be found out. It is better to separate the relationship.

   "So it wasn't Brother Chen's original work, but it's the first time I've heard such an amazing poem. This poem is a must. The original author must be a great person." Li Yue nodded and praised again.

  No matter what, after my father died, I felt gratified to be able to engrave a good poem suitable for the occasion on the inscription.

   "Xuan'er, if you have a girl you love before I die, remember to bring it for my aunt to see."

   When parting, Li Yue did not forget to say something to Li Xuan, which made the latter's face turn red again.

   "Princess, stay here, I hope to have a chance to drink with you in the future!" Everyone walked to the gate of the courtyard, and a group of people left one after another.

   "Princess Ankang, live a long life, I will meet you for a drink sometime." Chen Shen also bid farewell to Li Yue and did not stay any longer.

  Chen Shen and Mu Xiaojin returned to the courtyard, ready to continue their double cultivation retreat.

   "Junior brother, you are the second floor of the body, and I can transform into a god. In fact, dual cultivation is not beneficial to you." Mu Xiaojin said.

  In fact, since a long time ago, the cultivation bases of the two parties have been unequal, but Chen Shen will often pull her to double cultivation.

   Now it is the eighth floor of Huashen, and it is almost approaching the ninth floor.

   "Cultivation is a boring process, but I have a senior sister as a companion, whenever I am upset, I can see you when I open my eyes, which is what I wish in my heart."

  Wow, I used to be so good at coaxing my wife, Chen Shen couldn't help but look at himself, and said:

   "Senior Sister, my cultivation level is getting higher and higher, and I have been in seclusion for ten or twenty years. I am afraid that you will find it boring and boring."

   "You should know me." Mu Xiaojin leaned in Chen Shen's arms and said:

   "And the junior brother's dual cultivation skills are very powerful, it can change a person's temperament. To put it in a narcissistic way, as the princess said, I also feel that I have become much more beautiful."

  The monk also has a beauty-loving heart. She doesn't dislike retreating all day long. It is also a beautiful thing to improve her cultivation base and beauty at the same time.

   "Qingdi is really perverted, no wonder there are thirty million beauties in the harem." Chen Shen praised Qingdi in his heart.

   "Since you and I are in the same heart, how about celebrating?" Before Mu Xiaojin could react, she was hugged horizontally.

  Time is fleeting, spring goes and summer comes.

  This summer, a pair of sons and daughters of King An, the princess and the elder brother and sister, passed away one after another within a day.

  What Chen Shen said that day turned out to be the last farewell.

   "When King An was alive, the princess and the prince were still happy. After King An died, they had no descendants under their knees. They felt lonely and died physically and mentally."

   Li Wu sighed, arranging the funeral for the princess and son.

  Chen Shen burned incense in front of the spirit of the princess, and sighed:

   "I never thought that when I saw it in spring, it became forever. There is no princess's smiling face in the world."

   "The real farewell has no Changting ancient road, no ten-mile farewell, just a very ordinary morning, some people stayed in yesterday."

  He bowed three times to the spiritual seats of the princess and the prince, and sighed again.

   "Damn, I want my father's funeral to be presided over by Uncle Chen. It's really eloquent and full of talent." Zhang Hua said.

Snapped!

  His father, Zhang Ping, slashed his head severely, and stared fiercely: "Did you curse your father like that?"

  When King Ruan passed away, all the old faces came.

   Shengsun was also there this time, but Yongxing didn't tell him, it was he himself who rushed over when he heard the news.

  In the evening, no one left the table to resign, and all kept vigil for the crown prince.

   There is no special reason, but everyone knows that King An is extinct, and there is no other lineage of King An in the world.

  In the morning of the second day, the eldest son and the princess were buried next to King An, with a family of three as companions.

  This time, Shi Can and other luck masters asked Chen Shen to write a few poems, but the latter refused.

  Chen Shen was afraid that the Qing Emperor would be more beautiful than before, and he would be checked by the water meter, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

   "Years are like a knife cutting down the arrogance of heaven, and the road to longevity is enchanting." When leaving, Chen Shen expressed his feelings.

  This Emperor Qing should not copy it.

   But the artistic conception has nothing to do with this, it's just his feeling for a moment, and he feels that the faces he still sees today will disappear in the future.

  Zhang Hua leaned closer with an adored face, feeling a little regretful that he couldn't see Chen Shen's true face earlier.

   Otherwise, when he asked Uncle Chen to write a few poems for him, why worry about not having a girl from a good family?

  Summer goes and spring comes again, seven years have passed since Wang An's family passed away.

  In the 100th year of Yongxing, although the saint grandson was defeated by Chu Wushuang, he can definitely be called the second in the world.

  This year, he made a big breakthrough in his cultivation, and was promoted to the True Venerable Returning Void.

  And in the summer of this year, the saint-grandson got married.

  Back when Li Yue would blush when he teased him, he had a beloved woman, the saint of Taiyi Sect.

   But this time it is not a marriage. How could Yongxing, such a proud person, look up to Wenguang and try to please others.

  Da Xiazi once objected, but the saint-grandson and the Taiyi saint girl are in love with each other, and the two love each other, and Li Xuan is extremely stubborn, and he will not give up lightly if he is convinced.

   And Tai Yimen didn't object, the grandson's name is all over the world, and it is very likely that he will be the son of the great summer in the future, so it should be an investment.

  So in the midsummer of this year, a grand wedding was held in the Great Xia Imperial City.

   Regrettably, Li Yue, who used to talk about Li Xuan's marriage, has passed away for many years and cannot be seen again.

   "It's really a grand and beautiful wedding." Mu Xiaojin stood on a tall building, looking at the bustling and bustling scene of the palace, her eyes glowing with good looks.

  Chen Shen stood aside and glanced at her.

   When I was writing the heroine, I couldn't hold back my imagination, so I was looking for a female lead.

  (end of this chapter)

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