Chapter 6: Cultivation

Alright, the matter is not over yet, so let's not be so petty. Mao Xiaofang chuckled and changed the subject

Moreover, the most important aspect is the Pure Yang Bagua, which is the inherited artifact of the Mao Xiaofang school and also serves as the current dwelling place of the Mao Xiaofang Daoist spirit

Subsequently, Jiang Le called a funeral home in the city and also asked two neighboring families, who were relatively amicable, for assistance in preparing for the funeral of the elderly Mr. Jin

The sudden blow caused Old Jin to let out a sharp cry, followed by a rapid trembling of his body. Dark blue-black energy continuously surged from him, persistently resisting the golden light emanating from the Pure Yang Eight Trigrams.

Jiang Le gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, let's learn now"

But if one does not accept it, who can they give it to? Let the government handle it? In the end, it will still be manipulated by some individuals and then encroached upon by others

It is already so late, and her health is not good. Why doesn't she go to bed earlier

Without even thinking, one can surely tell that mother is waiting for me again

Jiang Hua asked in surprise and concern, "What happened? Did it affect you?"

That said, his eyes betrayed his emotions

It is truly quite difficult

The matter of cremation is not urgent. Old Man Jin has lived here for over ten years. Even though he did not interact much with the neighbors, they were all familiar faces. His sudden passing requires a psychological adjustment for those left behind. However, it seems that Old Man Jin has no other relatives. I plan to come tomorrow to wear mourning clothes and see him off.

Just as she lay down on the bed, Mao Xiaofang suddenly appeared, startling Jiang Le.

"You have a sharp tongue," Jiang Hua said with a smile, "Just wait a moment, I will heat up the dishes before eating."

However, the golden light of the Pure Yang Bagua is unimaginably powerful; the azure-black energy, regardless of how much it appears in the diagram or the library, melts away like snowflakes under the golden rays.

Hahaha, what a clever boy, what a clever boy, you actually managed to defeat the corpse demon transformed by the extreme yin evil energy. If this were to be known, it would definitely shock the cultivation world, hahaha, you've really struck it rich this time.

As one grows old, the greatest fear is to have no one to accompany them in their final moments, which is an immense desolation

Jiang Le sighed and said, "Something has happened at my workplace"

Mao Xiaofang smiled with satisfaction

Of course, before leaving, the yellow cloth bag left by Old Man Jin was also taken with him, as it was requested by Mao Xiaofang. Those who practice Taoism must carry such items with them. Otherwise, when encountering troublesome situations, lacking such a tool could lead to significant losses.

After all, having accepted the inheritance from Old Man Jin, I am logically considered his only relative

At this point, Jiang Hua could not help but show a hint of reluctance on his face

Upon entering the community, Jiang Le glanced at a window on the second floor of Building Three, where the light was still on. Jiang Le felt both warmth and heartache.

However, with the crisis of the corpse transformation averted, he could not help but feel a sense of relief in his heart, accompanied by a surge of joy that followed a narrow escape from death

After the meal, Jiang Le was afraid that his mother would see the injuries on his body, so he simply washed up and went to his room, claiming to be tired and needing to sleep.

"Alright, Mom, don't overthink it. This matter is quite proper; it belongs to the master-disciple tradition, and no one can say anything against it," Jiang Le reassured her, then sat down at the table, took a whiff, and changed the subject, saying, "It smells wonderful, the dishes made by you, Mom; I could never get tired of them in a lifetime"

Mao Xiaofang squinted and smiled, saying: "It's not quite like that. You haven't gone through any training, have you? If you learn the Daoist arts and then add these few magical tools from hetushucom.com, you would easily handle ordinary ghosts and demons. At that time, you would be imposing and stylish, like a celestial being. Wouldn't that be delightful"

Hmm! Jiang Le nodded and then said seriously: "Mom also knows that he is a lonely old man, without any relatives. I have worked in his shop for two months and have developed some feelings; I cannot bear to see him leave in such a desolate manner."

Mao Xiaofang nodded in satisfaction, recognizing that this young man’s filial piety is commendable and worthy of cultivation

A dinner, as always, was warm and cozy between mother and son

Jiang Le was taken aback: "Don't tell me that Old Jin can still turn into a corpse?"

Of course, this feeling of having the master with me all the time is, well, a bit strange

However, Jiang Le possesses extraordinary talent, and under his own guidance, he will surely not be inferior to others by much. Today will mark the day when his sect's reputation is greatly enhanced.

However, considering the pain of forgetting everything I learn, my mother's expectations, and the allure of vanquishing demons in the future, what does this little bit of fatigue amount to?

However, Jiang Le always felt that this was not good, and could not help but frown

Jiang Le's home is not far from Antique Street, as this area is part of the old town of Qingyang

"This is not good; it's already so late, and my mother must be anxious waiting for me. I need to go back." Jiang Le was startled, quickly packed his backpack, and after saying goodbye to the neighbor who was arranging for Old Man Jin's funeral, he left in a hurry

Jiang Leyi was taken aback, asking me to teach him the ways of magic? Shouldn't he be sleeping at this late hour?

Cough, cough. The heavy pressure made Jiang Le unable to help but roll her eyes, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth

Seemingly perceiving Jiang Le's thoughts, Mao Xiaofang snorted and said: "If you wish to heal your soul injury sooner, you must quickly master the Dao techniques. Of course, you could also seek rest at https://mhetushucomcom, but I will say this: you are still relatively young, and there is still potential for reshaping. Once you grow older and your soul becomes completely stable, no matter how you cultivate, you will be unable to heal your soul injury. At that time, do not say that I deceived you"

In just a few breaths, the dark aura surrounding Old Jin gradually faded, and his complexion changed from blue to white. Then, his body trembled a few times before falling silent.

Aww ... ...

Jiang Le explained, "It is related; he took me as his disciple, saying this is a transmission of the master’s teachings. Moreover, he was on the verge of death at that time, stating that he would not rest in peace if no one took over the shop after his passing. Therefore, I did not refuse.

This is the place where Jiang Le grew up. Although outsiders may look down upon it and find it dirty, Jiang Le does not feel that way; this place holds beautiful memories from his early life.

Although everything experienced was extremely dangerous and terrifying, he felt a sense of enjoyment and excitement within, a feeling of blood boiling. It seemed that his true nature was not that of a person who seeks a peaceful and stable life, but rather one who enjoys adventure and surprises

Mao Xiaofang shook his head and said: "This will not happen, but his corpse has been transformed by the extreme yin evil energy and has already developed the foundation of a zombie. It cannot remain for long and must be cremated as soon as possible"

Mao Xiaofang said proudly: "Of course, I will teach you the ways of the Dao."

He did not deceive Jiang Le; he indeed started his cultivation a bit late. Generally, sects or families allow cultivation to begin after the age of 12.

Jiang Hua nodded slightly, and his expression softened a bit as he said: "This makes sense, but while observing filial piety is acceptable, the shops on Antique Street are quite valuable. Just giving them to you makes me feel uneasy."

Jiang Le's home is located within this small portion

Heaved a sigh of relief at the picture book, as long as it doesn't happen again

Hastily running upstairs and opening the door, Jiang Le saw a middle-aged woman leaning against a wooden chair, already asleep. It was none other than his mother, Jiang Hua.

Crossing through a busy construction site, Jiang Le arrived at a dilapidated residential community

He is indeed tired, having studied all day and then worked. After battling through work, he is now covered in wounds. At this moment, he feels both sleepy and exhausted, only wanting to take a good rest

Jiang Le said, "He is our boss, he has passed away"

"Observing filial piety? Old Man Jin wants you to see him off at the end of his life?" Jiang Hua was even more astonished

Hearing the sound of the door, Jiang Hua woke up in surprise, blinked his eyes, and saw Jiang Le entering.

Jiang Hua was astonished and quickly said: "How can this be acceptable? One should not receive rewards without merit. You have no familial relationship with him, so how can you accept his gift"

On the table beside her, there were three dishes and one soup, a combination of meat and vegetables. Although it could not be considered a delicacy, it was quite exquisite

Jiang Le was speechless; this is certainly not deception, it is a threat

Jiang Le hummed, "Well, who knows when it will be, perhaps in the Year of the Monkey or the Month of the Horse."

She quickly stood up and said, "Lele, you are back."

Jiang Leyi smiled, her mother had always been like this for half her life, never taking advantage of others

This community is quite small, consisting of only four buildings. The dilapidated exterior clearly indicates that these buildings have aged, being the narrow, old-style apartment blocks from the 1950s and 1960s.

In this world, what profession could be more astonishing than subduing demons and vanquishing evil spirits

Jiang Hua appeared dazed; does his son really have such luck?

Jiang Hua smiled gently: "I still don't know about my body, it's just the old issues, nothing serious. By the way, why are you back so late? Don't you usually come back around 8?" As she spoke, she took Jiang Le's hetushucomcom backpack.

Just as Jiang Le was about to take a deep breath, Old Jin's body suddenly became much heavier, pressing down forcefully.

Jiang Le couldn't help but say: "I said, Master, it's the middle of the night, why aren't you resting properly and running out here?"

Jiang Le pushed aside Old Jin's corpse and said irritably, "I suddenly feel regret; dealing with demons and monsters is truly not something just anyone can handle. This is a matter of risking one's life."

Jiang Le said: "Mom, I am ready. I will take leave tomorrow to observe mourning for Old Man Jin for two days. This is his only request for giving me the shop."

Everything was ready, and it was only then that Jiang Le realized the night had grown dark; before he knew it, it was almost 10 o'clock.

Jiang Le glanced at his mother and said, "Mom, when Old Man Jin left, he said he would hand over his shop to me"

However, due to the developmental needs of Qingyang City, a significant portion of the old town has begun new renovations, including the construction of high-rise buildings and the expansion of wide streets. Only a small part still retains the appearance of the old town

Jiang Le said with considerable annoyance: "Mom, if you can't wait for me to come back, then don't wait. Your health is not good, and you need to rest early"

It seems that my mother, as usual, prepared dinner and was waiting for me. However, due to the numerous events that occurred today, I was delayed for over an hour before returning.

Ah! Are you talking about Old Man Jin? I ran into him this morning while delivering goods; he was trading something with a group of people. I thought he was about to make a big deal and was happy for him, but unexpectedly..." Jiang Hua was astonished, then his expression changed as he continued, "I remember Old Man Jin has been living on Antique Street for over ten years. He seems to have no relatives; if he leaves like this, who will take care of his final rites?

Jiang Lexin felt a warmth in her heart; no matter what happened, in her mother's eyes, the most important thing was still her son