Chapter 575 Immortals Are Different (Part 4)
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Xiao Shi Yi Mo
Chapter 575 Immortals Are Different (Fourth)
Wang Changsheng nodded and said, "Qingyuan, don't worry! As long as Qiuzheng doesn't violate the clan rules, cultivates hard, and contributes to the clan, he can build the foundation."
Wang Qingyuan heaved a sigh of relief, with the guarantee from Wang Changsheng and Wang Qingkai, the big stone in his heart was put down.
"Uncle Jiu, hurry up and see Ping An! He is a mortal, and even if he takes the Yangyuan Pill, he won't last long. Before he dies, he definitely wants to see you and Aunt Jiu."
Wang Changsheng sighed, and told Wang Qingkai, "Take care of Qingyuan, I'll go back as soon as I go."
"Wait, Uncle Jiu, there is something I need to tell you."
Wang Qingkai called Wang Changsheng to stop, with a look of embarrassment on his face.
"What's the matter, tell me quickly."
"Qiu Yin embezzled 3000 Yuan of Lingshi from his family's property, and all the clansmen who had close contacts with him were infected with corruption, and the influence was bad. I sent someone to arrest him and beheaded him. Ju bullying men and women, affecting the reputation of the clan, I have already sent someone to arrest him, and he will be imprisoned for a period of time."
"Qiu Yin? Tian Jue? Who are they?"
Wang Changsheng was slightly taken aback, confused.
"Qiu Yin is the great-nephew of Uncle Ming Ren, and Tian Jue is your great-grandson. They molested the female monks of the small family many times. They have many wives and concubines, which affects the reputation of the family."
A strange look flashed in Wang Changsheng's eyes, he never thought that Wang Qingkai acted so decisively, the Patriarch let him be right.
"You did a good job, but Tian Jue's handling of this matter is not good. If the crime he committed is true, he will be imprisoned for life. Don't let him out. In addition, you send someone to investigate more. Who dares to do anything that will damage the family? For the matter of profit and family reputation, no matter who it is, even my son and daughter, they will be severely punished and will never be lightly forgiven."
The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Just as the family shows signs of prosperity, there are a few mouse droppings. Wang Changsheng must take the lead.
Hearing this, Wang Qingkai breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he wasn't worried about dealing with Wang Mingren's grandnephew. There are not many descendants, and he is the highest cultivator in the family, Wang Qingkai dare not go too far.
With Wang Changsheng's words, Wang Qingkai can let go of his hands and feet.
In the secular world, a certain magnificent courtyard, a certain exquisite pavilion.
Wang Ping'an was lying on the bed with wrinkles all over his face. A group of children and grandchildren stood in the room with different expressions.
Wang Ping'an is the richest rich man in the secular world. He has many wives and concubines and many descendants. They all want to share more property.
"Taylor, is there still no one here?"
Wang Pingan asked, feeling weak.
"Father, no, the master's family didn't send anyone over."
A middle-aged man replied that the master's family he was talking about was Qinglian Villa, and everyone present knew that Wang Ping'an was from the master's family.
Wang Ping'an's expression darkened, and he muttered to himself: "Is it still not here? Is it my fate?"
"It's not your fate, it's that there is a difference between immortals and mortals, and my father doesn't want to." A man's voice suddenly sounded.
As soon as the words were finished, a blue light flew in and landed in front of Wang Ping'an's bed. It was Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng glanced at Wang Ping'an lying on the bed and everyone in the room, and heaved a long sigh.
Seeing Wang Changsheng, Wang Ping'an was extremely excited and struggled to sit up.
Wang Changsheng stopped him, and told the middle-aged man: "You all go down! No one is allowed to come near here."
"Go down, you all go down."
Wang Pingan waved his hand and ordered.
After hearing this, the others left one after another, and only Wang Changsheng and Wang Ping'an were left in the house.
Wang Pingan burst into tears, his expression was very excited, and he choked with sobs: "The unfilial son Wang Ping'an pays his respects to his father. The child has not been filial in front of the bed these years, and the child is not filial."
Wang Changsheng patted Wang Ping'an's shoulder lightly, and said with a pleasant face, "You are not unfilial. Both father and mother know about your filial piety. Your mother is practicing in seclusion and cannot come here. Don't blame her."
This son has no spiritual roots, and was sent to the secular world at the age of five. He has never returned to Qinglian Villa, nor has he seen Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan again.
Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan have always cared about Wang Pingan, but immortals are different, they did not take Wang Pingan to their side, Wang Changsheng should lead by example, mortals reproduce too fast.
Wang Pingan howled and cried, years of grievances poured out in all this, he thought his parents had forgotten him, but he didn't expect Wang Changsheng to visit him before his death.
"I don't blame my mother. When I marry a wife and have children, my mother always sends gifts. I always remember my mother's well-being. Daddy, is Tianqi okay?"
Wang Pingan wiped his tears and asked with a smile.
In his life, he gave birth to 45 sons and 26 daughters. There are hundreds of grandsons and grandchildren, hundreds of great-grandchildren, and thousands of great-great-grandchildren. With such a large base, only Wang Tianqi has spiritual roots.
"She's fine. She's already established her foundation. Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Dad will help you fulfill them."
Wang Pingan hesitated for a moment, and said expectantly: "Father, after my child dies, cremate my body and scatter my ashes in Qinglian Villa, okay? I really want to go back to Qinglian Villa."
In the end, his eyes turned red, and tears flowed out. After so many years, he still wanted to go back to Qinglian Villa. Qinglian Villa has his parents, brothers and sisters. He has no worries about food and clothing in the secular world. Respect him and protect him, but he always feels that he is an outsider. In his eyes, Qinglian Villa is his home.
If you can't go back during your lifetime, it's good to be able to go back after you die.
Wang Changsheng sighed softly, nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you that I will scatter your ashes in Qinglian Villa."
Hearing this, Wang Pingan showed a gratified smile on his face. He looked at the slowly setting sun through the open window, and murmured to himself: "Father, if there is an afterlife, I hope my child will be born in Qinglian Villa. With spiritual roots, staying by your side, we will eat, practice and chat together as a family, how wonderful it would be."
"Yes, it will."
Wang Changsheng comforted, his eye circles were a little red.
He has mixed feelings now, he can tell that Wang Ping'an really wants to cultivate immortality, he really wants to live with his parents, brothers and sisters, but he has no spiritual root, so he has no hope in this life, so he can only pin his hope in the next life.
Looking at the slowly setting sun, Wang Pingan saw a blur in front of his eyes, and the figures of Wang Changsheng, Wang Ruyan, Wang Qingqing, Wang Qingzhi and Wang Qingyang appeared in the setting sun, and they were waving to Wang Pingan.
"Peace, come quickly to mother, mother has delicious food here."
"Brother, let me teach you how to make puppet beasts! Puppet beasts are so much fun."
"Third brother, let's go and play in the spirit field with my brother, and my brother will take you to catch the spirit shrimp."
Wang Pingan raised his palm, and with the last of his strength, he grabbed at the setting sun and said, "I really want to go back to Qinglian Villa, I really want to go back."
After saying this, he felt sleepy, his heavy eyelids were slowly closed, and he lost his breath.
Wang Changsheng was very sad and couldn't help crying. He watched his son die in his arms, unable to do anything. He was really sad.
(End of this chapter)
Wang Changsheng nodded and said, "Qingyuan, don't worry! As long as Qiuzheng doesn't violate the clan rules, cultivates hard, and contributes to the clan, he can build the foundation."
Wang Qingyuan heaved a sigh of relief, with the guarantee from Wang Changsheng and Wang Qingkai, the big stone in his heart was put down.
"Uncle Jiu, hurry up and see Ping An! He is a mortal, and even if he takes the Yangyuan Pill, he won't last long. Before he dies, he definitely wants to see you and Aunt Jiu."
Wang Changsheng sighed, and told Wang Qingkai, "Take care of Qingyuan, I'll go back as soon as I go."
"Wait, Uncle Jiu, there is something I need to tell you."
Wang Qingkai called Wang Changsheng to stop, with a look of embarrassment on his face.
"What's the matter, tell me quickly."
"Qiu Yin embezzled 3000 Yuan of Lingshi from his family's property, and all the clansmen who had close contacts with him were infected with corruption, and the influence was bad. I sent someone to arrest him and beheaded him. Ju bullying men and women, affecting the reputation of the clan, I have already sent someone to arrest him, and he will be imprisoned for a period of time."
"Qiu Yin? Tian Jue? Who are they?"
Wang Changsheng was slightly taken aback, confused.
"Qiu Yin is the great-nephew of Uncle Ming Ren, and Tian Jue is your great-grandson. They molested the female monks of the small family many times. They have many wives and concubines, which affects the reputation of the family."
A strange look flashed in Wang Changsheng's eyes, he never thought that Wang Qingkai acted so decisively, the Patriarch let him be right.
"You did a good job, but Tian Jue's handling of this matter is not good. If the crime he committed is true, he will be imprisoned for life. Don't let him out. In addition, you send someone to investigate more. Who dares to do anything that will damage the family? For the matter of profit and family reputation, no matter who it is, even my son and daughter, they will be severely punished and will never be lightly forgiven."
The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Just as the family shows signs of prosperity, there are a few mouse droppings. Wang Changsheng must take the lead.
Hearing this, Wang Qingkai breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he wasn't worried about dealing with Wang Mingren's grandnephew. There are not many descendants, and he is the highest cultivator in the family, Wang Qingkai dare not go too far.
With Wang Changsheng's words, Wang Qingkai can let go of his hands and feet.
In the secular world, a certain magnificent courtyard, a certain exquisite pavilion.
Wang Ping'an was lying on the bed with wrinkles all over his face. A group of children and grandchildren stood in the room with different expressions.
Wang Ping'an is the richest rich man in the secular world. He has many wives and concubines and many descendants. They all want to share more property.
"Taylor, is there still no one here?"
Wang Pingan asked, feeling weak.
"Father, no, the master's family didn't send anyone over."
A middle-aged man replied that the master's family he was talking about was Qinglian Villa, and everyone present knew that Wang Ping'an was from the master's family.
Wang Ping'an's expression darkened, and he muttered to himself: "Is it still not here? Is it my fate?"
"It's not your fate, it's that there is a difference between immortals and mortals, and my father doesn't want to." A man's voice suddenly sounded.
As soon as the words were finished, a blue light flew in and landed in front of Wang Ping'an's bed. It was Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng glanced at Wang Ping'an lying on the bed and everyone in the room, and heaved a long sigh.
Seeing Wang Changsheng, Wang Ping'an was extremely excited and struggled to sit up.
Wang Changsheng stopped him, and told the middle-aged man: "You all go down! No one is allowed to come near here."
"Go down, you all go down."
Wang Pingan waved his hand and ordered.
After hearing this, the others left one after another, and only Wang Changsheng and Wang Ping'an were left in the house.
Wang Pingan burst into tears, his expression was very excited, and he choked with sobs: "The unfilial son Wang Ping'an pays his respects to his father. The child has not been filial in front of the bed these years, and the child is not filial."
Wang Changsheng patted Wang Ping'an's shoulder lightly, and said with a pleasant face, "You are not unfilial. Both father and mother know about your filial piety. Your mother is practicing in seclusion and cannot come here. Don't blame her."
This son has no spiritual roots, and was sent to the secular world at the age of five. He has never returned to Qinglian Villa, nor has he seen Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan again.
Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan have always cared about Wang Pingan, but immortals are different, they did not take Wang Pingan to their side, Wang Changsheng should lead by example, mortals reproduce too fast.
Wang Pingan howled and cried, years of grievances poured out in all this, he thought his parents had forgotten him, but he didn't expect Wang Changsheng to visit him before his death.
"I don't blame my mother. When I marry a wife and have children, my mother always sends gifts. I always remember my mother's well-being. Daddy, is Tianqi okay?"
Wang Pingan wiped his tears and asked with a smile.
In his life, he gave birth to 45 sons and 26 daughters. There are hundreds of grandsons and grandchildren, hundreds of great-grandchildren, and thousands of great-great-grandchildren. With such a large base, only Wang Tianqi has spiritual roots.
"She's fine. She's already established her foundation. Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Dad will help you fulfill them."
Wang Pingan hesitated for a moment, and said expectantly: "Father, after my child dies, cremate my body and scatter my ashes in Qinglian Villa, okay? I really want to go back to Qinglian Villa."
In the end, his eyes turned red, and tears flowed out. After so many years, he still wanted to go back to Qinglian Villa. Qinglian Villa has his parents, brothers and sisters. He has no worries about food and clothing in the secular world. Respect him and protect him, but he always feels that he is an outsider. In his eyes, Qinglian Villa is his home.
If you can't go back during your lifetime, it's good to be able to go back after you die.
Wang Changsheng sighed softly, nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you that I will scatter your ashes in Qinglian Villa."
Hearing this, Wang Pingan showed a gratified smile on his face. He looked at the slowly setting sun through the open window, and murmured to himself: "Father, if there is an afterlife, I hope my child will be born in Qinglian Villa. With spiritual roots, staying by your side, we will eat, practice and chat together as a family, how wonderful it would be."
"Yes, it will."
Wang Changsheng comforted, his eye circles were a little red.
He has mixed feelings now, he can tell that Wang Ping'an really wants to cultivate immortality, he really wants to live with his parents, brothers and sisters, but he has no spiritual root, so he has no hope in this life, so he can only pin his hope in the next life.
Looking at the slowly setting sun, Wang Pingan saw a blur in front of his eyes, and the figures of Wang Changsheng, Wang Ruyan, Wang Qingqing, Wang Qingzhi and Wang Qingyang appeared in the setting sun, and they were waving to Wang Pingan.
"Peace, come quickly to mother, mother has delicious food here."
"Brother, let me teach you how to make puppet beasts! Puppet beasts are so much fun."
"Third brother, let's go and play in the spirit field with my brother, and my brother will take you to catch the spirit shrimp."
Wang Pingan raised his palm, and with the last of his strength, he grabbed at the setting sun and said, "I really want to go back to Qinglian Villa, I really want to go back."
After saying this, he felt sleepy, his heavy eyelids were slowly closed, and he lost his breath.
Wang Changsheng was very sad and couldn't help crying. He watched his son die in his arms, unable to do anything. He was really sad.
(End of this chapter)
