I am a Corpse Collector in the World of Immortal Cultivation

In the ninety-third year of Yongxing, Chen Shen, who had been practicing in seclusion in the courtyard, left the seclusion again.

He took Mu Xiaojin to a funeral.

King An is dead!

The powerful vassal king who had ruled the southern region for thousands of years had been living in the imperial city after being suppressed by Emperor Yongxing.

Being a mortal for a lifetime with his younger brother Zhenbei Wang's family is also happy, making up for the brotherhood.

But he is no longer a monk, and he has lived a life of mortals in just a hundred years.

The king of Zhenbei was deposed for many years, so he passed away twenty years ago.

Now it's King An's turn, the famous Great Xia vassal prince, who passed away in the spring of this year.

"Wuqing is originally the emperor's family. May King An be an ordinary person in his next life." Yu Qing, who was once the master of Ziyuan Jinlin, sighed. He was dressed in plain white clothes and wore a white scarf.

Those who came to express their condolences were all old people, most of whom were Ziyuan Luck Masters.

In front of the mourning hall, there were two old men all dressed in white, with tears running down their cheeks.

Those are a pair of sons and daughters of King An. The eldest son and princess Li Yue once enjoyed all the glory, but now they are secular mortals with no more years.

Behind them, a middle-aged man also knelt down.

It was Li Wu, the Heavenly Venerable, dressed in hemp and filial piety, kneeling in front of King An's coffin, with a heavy expression on his face.

King An once showed great kindness to him, so he guarded Li Yunhua's spirit as his adopted son.

Chen Shen and Zhang Pingping were also present, dressed in white, standing on one side in silent mourning.

"My condolences to my aunt and uncle." A young man in a boa robe walked outside the door.

He is rich and handsome, with the steps of a dragon and a tiger. He is exactly the holy grandson Li Xuan in the imperial city.

Of course, Yongxing would know about King An's death immediately, and it would be considered as a face to let the grandson come.

Everyone knows that half of the credit is due to the crown prince's stable position in the East Palace.

It can be said that the emperor's grandson who came to express his condolences will most likely be the son of the great summer in the future.

The holy grandson is also the most honorable guest among the guests who came to express condolences.

King An's death was only known to a small number of people, such as Ziyuan Luck Master and the Emperor of the Dynasty, and it was carried out according to the secular etiquette, and no teachers were mobilized, so no guests came to visit in the future.

In the evening, everyone gathered together for a light meal.

"Master Chen Shen is still young and handsome, but I am old and my face is gone." The old woman Li Yue came to Chen Shen's table to toast a few glasses of wine, looked at Chen Shen who had never aged, and sighed.

"Dongzhou Mahayana is already a taboo, and crossing the catastrophe has become the ceiling of the world. After thousands of years, we will grow old like my aunt and die. It's just a matter of time."

It was not Chen Shen who spoke, but the grandson Li Xuan.

He stayed here as a close relative and junior, and left without expressing his condolences. Instead, he is sitting at a table drinking with the young Chen Shen and others.

"Then it looks like I have to wait a little longer on Huangquan Road." Li Yue smiled, then glanced at Mu Xiaojin again, and said:

"Chen Shen was born beautiful, and I have had moments that moved my heart. I used to think about which lucky girl would stay with Master Chen for half a lifetime. It turned out to be Miss Mu Xiaojin. She was like a fish and a wild goose. There are not many women in the world who can shoulder to shoulder with you."

Mu Xiaojin was dressed in plain white without any whitewash, but she still couldn't conceal her slender figure, her eyes were as clear as lake water, her eyelashes were long and curved, and her nose was exquisite and pretty.

Quiet and elegant, with graceful and delicate cheeks, and a pink face that can be broken by blowing, she is like a beautiful woman of national beauty.

Of course, Mu Xiaojin was able to become more and more beautiful, and Chen Shen felt that he had a small part of the credit for it.

However, upon hearing this, this overwhelmed wife was a little shy, and grabbed the corner of Chen Shen's clothes with her slender hands.

"Speaking of which, when my little nephew will bring a girl for my aunt to meet, it would be nice if I could see the most outstanding genius of our big Li family get married before he dies."

Li Yue changed the topic, looked at the grandson again, and said.

She hated Wenguang and didn't want to see Yongxing, but she had a clear sense of grievances and grievances, and she still had a good impression of this most talented grandson.

Li Xuan's face turned red slightly, neither his grandpa nor prince had ever urged him to get married, and he was born a martial idiot, so he never thought about it.

In the second half of the night, everyone was almost drunk.

"Everyone, I'll see King An off tomorrow morning. I can't accompany you today. I have a treasure at home." Zhang Ping resigned.

Zhang Hua's son, that is, his grandson, got married last year, gave birth to a lovely daughter, and left it to his grandfather to raise him, and the husband and wife went to work hard.

It is said that the heirs born of good genes should also be outstanding, but it is a pity that Zhang Hua's talent is not as good as Zhang Ping, let alone his grandson, who got married early and started a business. Relying on his grandfather's relationship, he formed a small caravan in the imperial city and became businessman.

Then, some luck masters left one after another, but a few people stayed to keep company with Prince Li Yue.

"Brother Chen, aren't you leaving?" Shi Can and Duan Li also came to express their condolences, and they couldn't help asking when they saw Chen Shen sitting on the wine table without moving.

"I used to be the luck master of Ziyuan, and under the care of King An, I should keep watch for him." Chen Shen said righteously.

Just kidding, of course he has to be there when the famous King An is buried tomorrow, and he plans to spend the night here in fear of any accidents.

The holy grandson was also more loyal, so he didn't just leave, and sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Early in the morning of the second day, King An went out of the funeral in a low-key manner, and all the mourners from yesterday also came to see King An off.

The Princess of the Crown Prince was old and unable to caress the spirit of his late father. Led by his grandson, several young luck masters carried the coffin out of the courtyard together.

Chen Shen was naturally among them, and he volunteered to carry the coffin for King An.

King An's mortal life had no possibility of being buried in the imperial mausoleum, so he was buried in a garden next to the courtyard according to his request during his lifetime.

"Wang An is a hero in life, and a ghost in death. If you can see his peerless demeanor, you should fill in the soil for him after death!" Chen Shen brought a shovel with him, and he was the most active.

Mu Xiaojin stood aside, looking through autumn water, staring at the love of her life, feeling a little suspicious in her heart.

She always felt that her powerful and low-key husband was only interested in burial.

"Life is a hero, and death is a ghost. I didn't expect that brother Chen is not only very talented in luck, but also has a scholarly talent."

Shi Can murmured the poems that Chen Shen casually read, his eyes lit up, and he praised.

"It's indeed a good poem. Before Chen Shen practiced Taoism, he must have been a scholar, right?" Princess Li Yue also nodded, looking at Mu Xiaojin, looking for an answer.

"My husband was a scholar in a secular dynasty before he practiced Taoism." Mu Xiaojin replied.

"Unfortunately, if Brother Chen is not a luck master and enters my Daxia Academy, he might become a famous Confucian teacher in the future." Shengsun also said.

Apparently, Chen Shen's verses made him feel a little surprised, and they could even be famous lines through the ages.

[The burial was successful! 】

A mechanical notification sounded in Chen Shen's mind, and the shovel worked harder.

"Worthy of King An, the best spiritual root, was once a world-shocking genius!" Chen Shen sighed in his heart.

"King An's cultivation level before he was abolished turned out to be the completion of the tribulation!"

The harvest this time is not bad, his experience in immortality reaches the ceiling of the world, before Mahayana, the road of practice will be a broad road, no need to explore by yourself.

Moreover, this is the first time that he has obtained one of the top and most complete Taoism in the entire East Continent, the highest law that can only be practiced by the direct descendants of the Great Xia royal family.

"Unfortunately, it has something to do with luck." Chen Shen sighed again in his heart. Although he is the master of Jinlin, he is not too interested in Qi luck exercises.

What he believes in is his own strength, and the strength and realm obtained by relying on external objects. He feels that it is not perfect and is easy to lose.

"It can only be treasured, otherwise it can be used as a reference." He felt sorry.

But being able to bury a peerless person who has dominated the world for thousands of years is not a waste of time.

Not long after, a brand new tomb was erected with an inscription on it, and the poem Chen Shen just read was engraved on the inscription.

"Master Chen, did you write this poem yourself? Can you borrow it to write a poem for my father?"

"You've already engraved it." Chen Shen looked at Li Yue strangely, said in his heart, but said:

"The poem was not written by me. I saw it in a yellowed book. The original author has passed away. You can just engrave it on it."

In fact, he also wanted to pretend to be a superficially talented Wen Chaogong.

It's a pity that he is not the first time traveler in this world, the Qing Emperor is more beautiful than before.

I'm afraid that this dear friend has done similar things before, and published a book by himself, and wrote this poem in it.

Although Qingdi's birth point should not be Dongzhou, but these poems can last through the ages, and if they are passed on by Qingdi of Hundred Tribulations, they should not be obliterated.

If it was spread from a certain place one day, and he recognized the original work, he would be the one who slapped him in the face.

Moreover, Emperor Qing was hacked to death, and his enemies were all masters of the immortal family. If he found out, it would be troublesome if he was found out, so it's better to get rid of the relationship.

"So it wasn't Brother Chen's original work, but it's the first time I've heard such an amazing poem. This poem is a must. The original author must be a great person." Li Yue nodded and praised again.

In any case, after my father's death, I feel gratified that a good poem that fits the occasion can be engraved on the inscription.

"Xuan'er, if you have a girl you love before I die, remember to bring it for my aunt to see."

When parting, Li Yue did not forget to say something to Li Xuan, which made the latter's face turn red again.

"Princess, stay here, I hope to have a chance to drink with you in the future!" Everyone walked to the gate of the courtyard, and a group of people left one after another.

"Princess Ankang, live a long life, I will meet you for a drink sometime." Chen Shen also bid farewell to Li Yue and did not stay any longer.

Chen Shen and Mu Xiaojin returned to the courtyard, ready to continue their double cultivation retreat.

"Junior Brother, you are the second floor of the body, and I am the God Transformation. Dual cultivation is actually not beneficial to you." Mu Xiaojin said.

In fact, since a long time ago, the cultivation bases of the two parties have been unequal, but Chen Shen often pulls her to double cultivation. The other party's cultivation base is too high, and the gains are very small, but he himself gains a lot every time.

Now it is the eighth floor of Huashen, and it is almost approaching the ninth floor.

"Cultivation is a boring process, but I have a senior sister as a companion, whenever I am upset, I can see you when I open my eyes, which is what I wish in my heart."

Wow, I used to be so good at coaxing my wife, Chen Shen couldn't help but look at himself, and said:

"Senior Sister, my cultivation base is getting higher and higher, and I have been in seclusion for ten or twenty years. I am afraid that you will find it boring and boring."

"You should know me." Mu Xiaojin leaned in Chen Shen's arms and said:

"Furthermore, my younger brother's double cultivation skills are very powerful. It can change a person's temperament. To put it in a narcissistic way, as the princess said, I also feel that I have become much more beautiful."

The monk also has a beauty-loving heart. She doesn't dislike retreating all day long. It is also a beautiful thing to improve her cultivation base and beauty at the same time.

"Qingdi is really perverted, no wonder there are thirty million beauties in the harem." Chen Shen praised Qingdi in his heart.

"Since you and I are in the same heart, how about celebrating?" Before Mu Xiaojin could react, she was hugged horizontally.

Time flies, spring goes and summer comes.

This summer, a pair of sons and daughters of King An, the princess and the elder brother and sister, passed away one after another within a day.

What Chen Shen said that day turned out to be the last farewell.

"When King An was alive, the princess and the prince were still happy. After King An died, they had no children and grandchildren. They felt lonely and died physically and mentally."

Li Wu sighed, organizing the funeral for the princess and the son.

Chen Shen burned incense before the princess's spirit, and sighed:

"I never thought that once I saw it in spring, it would be forever, and there would be no princess's smiling face in the world."

"The real farewell has no Changting ancient road, no ten-mile farewell, just a very ordinary morning, some people stayed in yesterday."

He bowed three times to the spiritual seats of the princess and the prince, and sighed again.

"Damn it, I want my father's funeral to be presided over by Uncle Chen. It's really eloquent and full of talent." Zhang Hua said.

Snapped!

His father, Zhang Ping, slashed his head fiercely, and stared: "Did you curse your father like that?"

When King Ruan passed away, all the old faces came.

Shengsun was also there this time, but Yongxing didn't tell him, it was he himself who rushed over when he heard the news.

In the evening, no one left the table to ask for resignation, and all kept vigil for the princess.

There is no special reason, but everyone knows that King An is extinct, and there is no other descendant of King An in the world.

On the morning of the second day, the eldest son and the princess were buried next to King An, with a family of three as companions.

This time, Shi Can and other luck masters asked Chen Shen to write a few poems, but the latter refused.

Chen Shen was afraid that the Qing Emperor would be more beautiful than before, and he would be checked by the water meter, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

"Years are like a knife cutting down the arrogance of heaven, and the road to longevity is enchanting." When leaving, Chen Shen expressed his feelings.

This Emperor Qing probably wouldn't copy it.

But the artistic conception has nothing to do with this, it's just his feeling for a moment, and he feels that the faces he still sees today will disappear in the future.

Zhang Hua leaned closer with an adoring face, feeling a little regretful that he hadn't seen Chen Shen's true face clearly earlier.

Otherwise, when he asked Uncle Chen to write a few poems for him, why worry about not having a girl from a good family?

Summer has gone and spring has come again, seven years have passed since Wang An's family passed away.

In the 100th year of Yongxing, although the saint grandson was defeated by Chu Wushuang, he can definitely be called the second in the world.

This year, he made a big breakthrough in cultivation, and was promoted to the True Venerable Returning Void.

And in the summer of this year, the saint-grandson got married.

At the beginning when Li Yue would blush when he teased him, he had a beloved woman, the saint of Taiyi Sect.

But this time it was not a marriage. How could Yongxing, such a proud person, look up to Wenguang and want to please others.

Da Xiazi once objected, but the saint-grandson fell in love with the Taiyi saint girl, and they were in love with each other, and Li Xuan was extremely stubborn, and he would not give up lightly if he was convinced.

And the Taiyi Sect didn't object, the saint grandson was famous all over the world, and it was very likely that he would be the son of the great summer in the future, so it should be an investment.

So in the midsummer of this year, a grand wedding was held in the Great Xia Imperial City.

Regrettably, Li Yue, who used to talk about Li Xuan's marriage, has passed away for many years and cannot be seen again.

"It's really a grand and beautiful wedding." Mu Xiaojin stood on a tall building, looking at the bustling and bustling scene of the palace, her eyes glowing with good looks.

Chen Shen stood aside and glanced at her.

When I was writing the heroine, I couldn't hold back my imagination, so I looked for a female lead.