Chapter 165: Mr. Liang passes away

With a creak, the door opened.

Xu Feng looked up and found that the person who came was Xu Tinglan, with an anxious look on her face.

"Quick, go and see Mr. Liang, he's dying!"

After hearing this, Xu Feng rushed out and ran towards Lin Wan'er's room.

Xu Tinglan closed the door and chased after him.

"Bang!"

Because of being too anxious, Liang Wan'er's door was kicked open. Xu Feng looked into the room and saw Mr. Liang, who was curled up and lying quietly on the recliner.

As if sensing his arrival, the old man used up his last bit of strength, opened his eyes hard, and motioned him to come to his side.

Xu Feng's legs felt like they were filled with lead at this moment, and it felt extremely difficult to take every step.

Although he had deduced the arrival of this scene countless times in his mind, when this moment really came, he felt that he seemed not ready to accept it all.

He and Elder Liang were only five or six steps apart, but Xu Feng felt that he had walked for a long time.

It was not until he squatted down beside the recliner that Elder Liang opened his lips tremblingly and said to him with a weak breath:

"Feng'er, Master is about to die, but there are still a few things that I am worried about, and I want to tell you."

"Master, you say, I am listening!"

Xu Feng tried his best to suppress his inner grief and put his ear close to the old man's face.

"The first thing is the alchemy. Since you have become my last disciple, you must inherit the mantle I passed on to you.

If you meet a good alchemist in the future, remember to accept him and pass on the mantle."

"Master, I've got it!"

"The second thing is Wan'er's matter. You must remember to find the Millennium Soul Wood and cure her.

Then you two will find a suitable opportunity to become Taoist couples. Unfortunately, I, an old man, can't wait for that day.

When the time comes, don't forget to sprinkle a glass of water and wine on the ground, as a toast to me."

"Master, don't worry. Even if I have to travel all over the world of immortal cultivation, I will definitely find the Millennium Soul Wood and save Wan'er. Don't worry!"

Xu Feng raised his hand with tears in his eyes and swore.

"The third thing is this storage bag. It contains the spiritual stones and spiritual objects I have accumulated over the years. When Wan'er wakes up, you will give it to her for me.

Originally, this was the dowry I prepared for her. It's a pity that I couldn't give it to her in person. Remember...you must give it to...her."

The old man's hand, which was suspended in the air, suddenly dropped down. When Xu Feng hurried to hold it up, he found that he had passed away.

"Master..."

The emotions that Xu Feng had suppressed in his heart at this moment were vented in an instant, just like a flood from a dam, and tears burst out.

Luo Xinran and Xu Tinglan were not much better. They just hugged their heads and cried. They had known and lived with Liang Lao for nearly ten years. The two sides had long been familiar with each other and were as close as a family.

Just when the three were sad, Liang Wan'er, who had been lying on the sickbed and fell into a coma, seemed to have sensed something at this moment, and the ring finger of her left hand moved slightly twice.

The death of a monk is different from that of a mortal. There are not so many cumbersome rituals.

Xu Feng simply used a fireball to burn the master's body into ashes, and then found a precious red sandalwood box to pack it up.

The reason why the body was not left behind was actually to follow the tradition of the world of immortal cultivation.

Many years ago, after the death of a cultivator, the body would be put into a coffin intact and then buried in the ground.

Until an evil sect appeared in the world of immortal cultivation.

They specialized in stealing the bodies of cultivators, and then used various secret medicines to refine them, and finally became powerful corpses.

This evil sect was called the Corpse Refining Sect.

From the moment it rose, the bodies of all cultivators would no longer be safe.

In order to prevent their bodies from being stolen and refined after their death, the cultivators who were about to sit in meditation would leave a will and let people cremate their bodies, and return to dust and earth.

Gradually, this custom was passed down. Even if the cultivator did not make a special request before sitting in meditation, the cultivator who handled his funeral would take the initiative to do so.

After the body is cremated and placed in an urn, it will be taken to a special place for burial.

There is such an open space in the outer area of ​​Ganyangfang City, which is specially for casual cultivators to bury ashes.

Under normal circumstances, Xu Feng should do the same.

But in the end, he did not choose to bury Liang Lao outside the city, but stayed in Liang Wan'er's room to continue to accompany her.

He decided to wait until he cured Liang Wan'er and then bury her with her.

After this matter was handled, Xu Feng started a new journey.

After all, the dead are gone, and the living have to continue to look forward.

"Xiaoyong, you said that someone took down the posted notice?"

Xu Feng, who was sitting in Liang Wan'er's room to accompany her, suddenly had a waiter come to report the news to him.

"Yes, boss, the man who came is a male cultivator of the ninth level of Qi Refining. He looks very arrogant and claims to be a first-class spiritual plant master. His attitude is very arrogant."

"Okay, then take me to see him. By the way, where is he now?"

"I took him to the private room on the second floor. I originally wanted to serve him spiritual tea, but he said no. He just impatiently raised the notice in his hand and asked you to go see him quickly."

The waiter named Xiaoyong led the way in front and reported to him in a low voice.

In addition to Xu Feng and his two companions, the current store also hired four assistants to serve.

This was done so that the three of them could take turns practicing in seclusion. After all, the main purpose of opening the store was to earn spiritual stones, then exchange them for cultivation resources, and finally improve their own cultivation.

If they did everything themselves in order to save spiritual stones, it would definitely affect the improvement of their cultivation. This was putting the cart before the horse, and Xu Feng would not dare to do that.

After arriving on the second floor, the assistant pointed out the name of the private room to him and left.

When he walked in, he found that the visitor was indeed as the assistant Xiaoyong said, with an arrogant attitude on his face.

When he saw him coming, he did not stand up to greet him, but kept looking him up and down.

"Fellow Daoist, I don't know what to call you."

"My last name is Zhao."

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, may I ask if you took down the notice I posted outside the door?"

"Yes, it's me.

I saw on your notice that you are looking for a first-class spiritual plant master with excellent treatment. I was very interested. After taking down the notice, I came to visit."

Xu Feng asked a few questions slowly. After he took the initiative to speak, he pulled a chair and sat opposite the cultivator surnamed Zhao.

The interview officially began.