"Uncle Wu Mo, are you done?" Gao Meng came in from the outside and shook off the snow on his body and asked.【】
"Haha, yes, I made you freeze outside."
"It's nothing. I feel better after enjoying the breeze outside. Uncle Wumo, I just heard you say that Wucha also learned your skills?"
"That's right, just let Wu Cha handle my grandson's matter this time. He can handle it." Old Wu Mo said after looking at his grandson.
"That's great, Uncle Wumo, don't you really want to go down the mountain with us?"
"My life is on the line tonight, why should I go down the mountain with you?"
After saying this, Wu Mo waved to his grandson, ignoring the sudden change in everyone's expressions.
"Zhaji, come here. Grandpa's deadline is known. He is going to see your grandma and parents. Live a good life in the future, follow Mr. Ye, and strive to pass on our shamanism. If God's will is not violated, come back and burn it at my grave.
Two pieces of paper, tell grandpa."
"grandfather……"
When Wucha heard his grandfather's words, he knelt on the ground with a plop, and tears fell unconsciously from his eyes.
These days, the old man has been saying that he doesn't have much time left, but he never thought that it would all end today.
"There is no need to cry. Compared to your grandma and your parents, I have lived a long life and have no regrets." The old man looked kindly as he stroked his grandson's forehead.
Ye Huang, who was standing on one side, could see that the deathly aura on the old man's face was slowly spreading, and now it was just a flash of light.
"Grandpa, don't worry. I will live a good life with Brother Ye. I will ensure that shamanism is passed down. I will marry a beautiful wife and give birth to a fat baby for our Wu family."
"Haha, good boy, you have your heart."
"Wu Shan, come here. Your father didn't listen to my advice and died in depression. Although you have become prosperous after listening to my advice, there are still some things that you need to pay attention to. I can't give you any more advice in the future. I will give you a final advice.
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"No matter how much money you have, family ties are not as important. The difficulty Hu Zi has this time has something to do with the fact that you were too ruthless in the shopping mall in front of you. From now on, remember to keep a line in your life and don't do things too badly. Also, the graves of your ancestors
If someone has moved it, go back and move the tombstone one foot to the north, and then let Wucha set up the Tiangang Beidou Formation and everything will be fine."
"Uncle Wu Mo, don't worry, I will definitely listen to your teachings." At this moment, Gao Meng knelt directly in front of the old man, crying with snot and tears.
Although he and Wu Mo were not biological father and son, they were as close as father and son.
"Be patient in everything, change your stubborn temper, and everything will be brighter."
"Chaji, please take out the deerskin scroll under the bed. It records some secret techniques of our shamanism. Whether you can understand it depends on your own luck."
"Grandpa, I will try my best!" Wucha promised with tears in his eyes as he nodded heavily.
"It's a mistake to try your best. Don't force anything, especially in our line of work. Everything will go according to God's will. Remember, after I die, I will be buried behind this cabin. I don't need to be buried with your grandma. I
I have spied on too many celestial beings in my life, and being buried too close to them will only harm them."
"Mr. Ye, I will leave my grandson to your care." After saying these words, the old man looked at Emperor Ye again.
"Uncle Wu Mo, don't worry, I will definitely treat Wu Cha as my brother." Emperor Ye solemnly promised with his right hand on his chest.
"There is no need for this, you just need to give me food to eat. Chaji, grandpa has not been able to leave you anything in this life. He is going to leave in the end, so I will help you." As he said that, the old man put his hand on Wu again.
Check on the forehead.
In the sight of everyone, the old man's eyes slowly closed as if sensing something, and then everyone saw a touch of blue fluorescence gradually appearing on the old man's withered arm. After the fluorescence reached a certain level, it slowly
It penetrated into Wucha's forehead.
Seeing this scene, Ye Huang and others were so shocked that their jaws dropped. Especially Ye Huang and Xingtian, who were practicing ancient martial arts, were even more shocked after looking at each other.
Enlightenment!
Many martial arts novels have written about it, but in reality there are very few that actually do it.
Through the method of enlightenment, when the troubled older generation is about to die, they pass on their life-long efforts to the next generation through an almost mysterious method.
The scene in front of him obviously meant that Old Man Wu Mo didn't want to take his life's work into the ground like this, so he gave his grandson the enlightenment.
The whole process didn't last very long, only about two minutes.
But within these two minutes, Ye Huang and others watched the old man's life drain away little by little, and his gray hair turned as gray as wormwood due to the passage of life.
Perhaps because of the successful inheritance, a faint smile appeared on the old man's face.
However, the old man did not leave any more words, and just sat down in front of everyone at the last moment of the enlightenment.
At the last moment of the old man's life, Wucha, who was kneeling on the ground, shed tears silently, leaned down heavily and kowtowed nine times with a touch of desolate sadness.
Behind him, Ye Huang and others also bowed deeply, expressing their respect for this old man who had taken part in the creation.
Gao Meng also cried like a child, lying on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly to the deceased old man Wu Mo.
"Uncle Gao, brother Wucha, I express my condolences and submit..."
After speaking, Ye Huang patted the shoulders of the two of them and left the room.
Xing Tian and the other three bodyguards also saluted each other and then left the house and stood in the forest filled with snow.
"Sir, the old man can obviously live a little longer, why do he have to choose this way of death?"
"Emperor, you don't understand. For Old Man Wumo, the inheritance of shamanism and the continuation of the Wu family are far more important than his dozens of days of life. At the level of Old Man Wumo, life and death have long been indifferent. If it weren't for Mingming
Zhong Zhong knew we would come a long time ago, maybe Old Man Wumo had already chosen to initiate the initiation for Brother Wucha."
Sighing, Emperor Ye felt very uncomfortable. From now on, China would lose another magic master.
Xing Tian randomly fell into silence after hearing what Ye Huang said.
After waiting outside for a while, Gao Meng climbed out of the window, glanced at Ye Huang and opened the snow-covered door with red eyes.
Wucha carried his scrawny grandfather from inside and walked out of the cabin, while Gao Meng held a kerosene lamp behind him.
After arriving at the cabin, I chose a place to dig.
Seeing this scene, Ye Huang and others also joined in and helped dig up the soil.
The temperature of more than 30 degrees below zero turned the half-meter-deep soil into an ice pimple. It took nearly two hours of burning firewood and shovels to bury the old man.
There is no good tombstone, just a wooden board with Uncle Wumo's name and the year of his birth and death written on it, but nothing else.
On top of the lonely grave mound were placed a few fried buns that Wucha had brought from below as a memorial object.
A great master never left Tongjiang when he was alive, and when he died, he always stayed with the land of Tongjiang, the area where the Hezhen people have lived for thousands of years.
