Mortals cultivating immortality and the fate of immortal jade

Except for one of the three people, the remaining two could no longer pose a threat to Lin Mu.

Lin Mu easily got rid of the two of them, then found the direction and flew towards Yanmancheng.

Yanmancheng was just a small town, with less than 100,000 people per mouth, and it was located in a remote location in the old Tang Dynasty.

Yanman City is surrounded by villages. These villages are large or small. Some have only a dozen households, and some have as many as hundreds of households.

Lin Mu's home is in an inconspicuous village outside Yanman City.

Lin Mu used the "Wind Control Technique" and flew over villages. Everywhere he passed was a quiet and peaceful scene, with several houses and smoke curling from their kitchens.

There is no trace of the disaster caused by the famine five years ago. People work at sunrise and rest at sunset as usual, and their lives are as peaceful as water.

Only the densely packed graves in the barren fields tell the story of the tragedy of the famine. The graves have long been covered with green grass, which is as tall as half a person and very lush. Some small trees even grow naturally on some graves. After five years of wind and rain, the small trees are more than one foot tall. It's just that these trees have never been taken care of, and their branches are crooked and slanted, making them look a bit more desolate.

Lin Mu passed through villages one after another, his mood becoming increasingly heavy.

Lin Mu's speed became slower and slower, until a village with more than a dozen households appeared in front of him, but Lin Mu did not dare to fly forward.

This village was Lin Mu's hometown. Lin Mu clearly remembered the location of his home, the second one at the east end of the village.

Lin Mu fell down and his appearance returned to its original state. When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he did not dare to take a step forward.

Lin Mu was timid when he was close to his hometown. Once his long-awaited expectations came true, Lin Mu didn't dare to step into the doorstep of his home. He was afraid that the result would be different from what he imagined. The numerous barren graves shocked him.

A few half-year-old children were playing at the end of the village. The clear children's voices reminded Lin Mu of his childhood, and the laughter was sweet.

Lin Mu didn't know any of these children, and none of his childhood friends showed up.

Lin Mu hesitated for a moment, then finally made up his mind and walked towards the entrance of the village.

When a group of children saw a strange older brother entering the village, they all gathered around him out of curiosity.

Lin Mu was dressed in green clothes and had a kind face. These children were not afraid of strangers at all. A child of seven or eight years old had already reached the age of tooth loss. Two of his front teeth had been lost and his words were a little leaky. He was very courageous. Lin Mu looked up at the corner of his clothes and asked, "Brother, where did you come from?"

The child's speech was a little leaky and his enunciation was unclear, but Lin Mu heard it clearly. Lin Mu suddenly felt sour and almost shed tears.

Lin Mu held back his tears, knelt down and said to the child, "I'm not from anywhere, I'm from this village."

The child asked innocently: "Then why haven't I seen you?"

Lin Mu smiled and said, "Because I went outside to play and I just came back."

The child seemed to understand what Lin Mu meant, with a look of anticipation in his pure eyes, and asked, "Is it fun outside?"

Lin Mu was speechless for a long time, squatting on the spot, unable to calm down for a long time.

Is it fun outside? Lin Mu asked himself.

The child showed a smile, missing two front teeth, and laughed in a windy voice: "Brother, you are crying. Why are you crying? I didn't beat you."

At this time, a honest voice came from afar.

"Shitou, come back quickly for dinner."

The child heard the sound and hurriedly said to Lin Mu: "My father told me to go home for dinner, so you should go home too."

After the child finished speaking to Lin Mu, he ran back in a hurry.

Lin Mu stood up, wiped away his tears, and saw a child running towards a young man in his twenties.

Lin Mu looked at the fat young man with a flash of joy in his eyes.

The fat young man also recognized Lin Mu at a glance, but in his memory, Lin Mu was so different from back then that he did not dare to recognize him.

Lin Mu shouted in surprise: "Pang Huai, is that you?"

Fat Huai felt excited, and he was finally sure that this person was Lin Mu. He rushed over and said with a smile on his face: "It's me. It's great that you are still alive."

Lin Mu took Fat Huai's hand and said with a smile: "You are still the same as before, you haven't changed at all, you are still so fat."

Tears welled up in Fat Huai's eyes, and he choked up and said: "You are still alive, you are still alive. I heard from my third uncle that you went to become an immortal. I didn't believe it at the time and thought you were starving to death too."

Tears overflowed from Lin Mu's eyes again, and he smiled: "I left in a hurry and you were not in the village, so I didn't say goodbye to you."

Fat Huai said excitedly: "I went to my second aunt's house. My second aunt opened an inn at the foot of the imperial city and needed help. I went there for three years. Only when I came back did I know that there was a famine in my hometown. At that time, I still knew that there was a famine in my hometown. I thought you were dead. It’ll be fine now that you’re back.”

Lin Mu pointed at the child without front teeth and said with a smile: "Is this your child? He is already so big."

Fat Huai smiled honestly and said: "Almost eight years old, this child is very naughty and even more annoying than I was back then."

Lin Mu smiled and wanted to ask Fat Huai about the situation at home, but when he opened his mouth several times, no sound came out.

Fat Huai was stunned and said hurriedly: "Go home quickly. If Third Uncle knows that you are back, he will die of joy. Later I will ask my wife to kill a chicken and send it to you. Let Third Aunt stew it and give it to you." You make up for it.”

Lin Mu breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and a big stone fell to the ground in his heart.

Both parents are still alive.

Lin Mu hurriedly said to Pang Huai, "Don't bother me. You can go back to eat. I'll stop by your house when I have time."

After that, he quickly ran towards his home.

When I arrived in front of my home, I saw that the mottled courtyard wall was in disrepair and was about to collapse. The wooden door had been weathered for a long time and was also crumbling. The home looked dilapidated.

A strong medicinal smell wafted out of the courtyard, along with bursts of green smoke.

Lin Mu opened the door and entered.

A middle-aged woman in the hospital was boiling medicine, adding firewood in her left hand, and fanning herself with a cattail leaf fan in her right hand from time to time. Her face was haggard and thin, with a few strands of white hair on her temples. She was dressed in coarse cloth and covered with patches.

Lin Mu felt sour in his heart, tears rolled down his face, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Mother."

The middle-aged woman turned around and saw a young man in his twenties standing in the courtyard. He was clearly her son who had been away from home for five years.

Mother Lin didn't respond, she just stood there blankly, not noticing that the firewood in the stove had gone out.

Mother Lin stared at Lin Mu with her eyes, tears streaming down her face, and she cried bitterly.

Lin Mu hurriedly stepped forward to help his mother up and asked, "Where's my dad, are you okay?"

Mother Lin ran to the house and said to Father Lin who was lying on the hospital bed: "Dad, our Lin Mu is back."

Father Lin was lying on the bed, his eyes closed tightly, and he said weakly: "My dear, don't make me happy. I know I'm about to go, and I won't be able to see Lin Mu before I die."

Lin Mu followed his mother and walked into the house. The house was bare and poor, and the house had a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

Lin Mu stood in front of his father's hospital bed and said with tears streaming down his face: "Dad, I'm back, I'm back."

Father Lin opened his eyes with difficulty, slowly turned his head, and looked at Lin Mu standing in front of the hospital bed. Who else could it be if he wasn't his own son?

Two lines of turbid tears flowed down his cheeks. Father Lin burst into tears and choked up: "I didn't expect that I would be able to see you again before I died."

Lin Mu hurriedly bent down, held his father's hand and said, "Dad, don't worry, you will get better. I won't let you die."

Hope arose in Mother Lin's heart and she asked: "Son, do you think your dad can still get better? Doctors all over the area of ​​more than ten miles say that your dad won't live long, so I can only give him some medicine every day. Stay alive. Your father was looking forward to seeing you again before he died. Oh my God, you are finally back."

Lin Mu said firmly: "Mom, don't worry, I will save dad. I also thank God for letting me come back so timely without causing irreparable regrets. How did you survive that famine?"

Father Lin wanted to speak, but Mother Lin quickly stopped him: "You are too ill now to talk too much, so I'll do the talking."

After that, he turned around and said to Lin Mu: "The famine was due to a severe drought. All the grains in the fields dried up. Later, an immortal came and used rain to avoid the famine. Fat Sophora japonica came back. In time, they sent us three buckets of rice, which helped us survive the three months of no food. "

Lin Mu said: "I have to thank Fat Huai when I get back."

Mother Lin asked with concern: "You went to practice cultivation with the immortals. How did you learn? Why did you suddenly come back now?"

Mother Lin suddenly reacted: "Are you not good at your studies and were driven back?"

Father Lin also looked at Lin Mu expectantly, for fear of hearing bad news.

Lin Mu hurriedly comforted: "No, mother, don't worry, my coming back this time is allowed by the head of the sect. I have been practicing hard in the sect for five years, and now I have achieved some success. The head of the sect specially asked me to come back for a visit. One trip.”

Mother Lin felt relieved and said happily: "That's good, that's good. Your father and I don't ask for anything else, we just hope you have a good life."

Lin Mu said: "Now that I'm back, not only do I want to live a good life, but I also want you to live a good life. I want to cure dad's illness first."

Mother Lin was overjoyed and said, "Can your disease really be cured?"

Lin Mu checked his father's body and found that his father had lost too much energy and blood, probably due to overwork. With careful maintenance, he would be able to get out of bed and walk around in less than a month. Those doctors said there was no cure. They were really a bunch of quacks and they were doing great harm to people.

Lin Mu turned to his mother and said, "My father must have been overworked before he fell ill, right?"

Mother Lin nodded and said: "Your father works all the more than ten acres of farmland at home. I always advise him not to work so hard, but he always refuses to listen. He says that if we don't grow more food now, he will have no one to take care of him when he gets old." Starved to death at home.”

Lin Mu felt sour in his heart and almost shed tears again.

Lin Mu comforted him: "It's okay now. I'm back. You don't have to worry about the future. I'll treat my dad right away. He'll be fine in less than three days."

Mother Lin nodded in surprise, showing a long-lost smile.