He Xingtian picked up the wine glass and took a sip, saying, "I went out to see the snow and found a shining spot in the distance. I was very curious and followed. Who knew that the further and further he followed, and unknowingly he arrived in a village with many houses inside, and rows were very neat." As he said that, he smiled.

Yun Zhong listened and shook his head, "In the wilderness, the houses are neat, most of them..."

Mo Long looked at Yun Zhong in confusion, not knowing what he was going to say.

He Xingtian ignored Yun Zhongting and knew what he wanted to say. He looked at Mo Long and smiled.

Mo Long didn't understand even more.

He Xingtian continued, "I was greeted by an old man. After drinking tea, he told me about the past. He said that he was Chihun's subordinate three thousand years ago and had been dead for nearly three thousand years." Speaking of this, he looked at Yun Zhongting, nodded, and signaled that he had guessed correctly.

Mo Long nodded, as if he understood.

"After a while, about dozens of people came out, but I was shocked. They all knelt in front of me and cried, but I don't know why!" As he said that, He Xingtian seemed a little sad, and his eyes were wet.

"What happened later?" Mo Long was also anxious, full of expectations.

"Later! Later, he said that they had not reincarnated for three thousand years, and they were afraid they had lost their memories of their previous lives. They practiced hard in order to wait for them, Lord Chihun." He Xingtian said. "Do you think this is possible?"

Mo Long and Yun Zhongting didn't speak.

"Is it over? That's all?" Yun Zhongting asked.

"No! As he spoke, his house changed and was dilapidated everywhere. When he was about to come, he asked me to repair their tombs." He Xingtian said.

"What did you say?" Mo Long asked.

"I promised them." He Xingtian said, full of pride.

"If you agree, you have to do it, you can't go back on your word!" Yun Zhong heard.

"Of course, a real man can't keep his word without saying anything!" He Xingtian patted his chest and said.

At this time, the wind and snow outside became heavier, and the three of them were still chatting and laughing, and they were having fun.

Mo Long said, "You came back just now and saw the team of people drinking in the inn? Have you seen it? Where have they gone?"

"When I saw them, they were in the grave. I saw with my own eyes that they disappeared after entering the grave." He Xingtian said.

Mo Long looked at Yun Zhong and heard that the two of them laughed knowingly, "We also noticed that they were just some..." Before he could finish his words, suddenly, some noise came from the counter.

The three of them looked back and saw the shopkeeper coming out from behind, and kneeling on the ground with a plop.

The three of them were confused and didn't know why the shopkeeper was.

"Three benefactors, I have heard your words. You are our nobles. Really, are you going to repair the grave?" As he said that, he started crying loudly.

When the three of them saw this, they became even more confused and quickly helped him up.

After the shopkeeper sat down, he ordered the waiter to serve the food and drinks again and burn the fire to the fullest.

He said with tears in his eyes: "I was originally the descendant of the owner of the tomb. I have been here for three thousand years for generations, and those who are waiting for are destined people. How wise and powerful our Lord Chihun is? Although we don't know whether he is dead or alive, the fire of hope in our hearts will never be extinguished."

"Our ancestors warned us that repairing the tomb is an absolute major event and we have to wait for those who are destined to be. Therefore, even if the tomb of our ancestors is in ruins, we descendants dare not make any damage." As he said that, we burst into tears.

"Our ancestors also said that we should not enter the grave half a step, otherwise we would burn our bodies. As descendants, I just waited far away and never dared to go against the words of our ancestors. On the day of sacrifice, I could only place incense tables under the big tree in front, burn incense and paper, and worship from afar."

Time passed without realizing it. The three of them also understood the situation here.

"Shopkeeper, I want to ask you one more thing. Just now, the people who came to the inn to drink..." Mo Long asked.

"Oh! The people you mentioned are all ancestors of villains. Because they live a hard life, they sometimes come here to eat some wine and meat. We also serve them respectfully, for fear of any mistakes. Are you scaring everyone? I apologize to you!" As he said that, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Where are there! Please get up quickly!" He Xingtian quickly pulled him up.

Mo Long was tired, so he said to the shopkeeper: "Do you have a guest room here? We need a rest!"

"Yes, yes, I'll prepare for everyone!" As he said that, he stood up and walked upstairs. All three of them went to rest.

The next day, early in the morning, the snow stopped, and the mountains, rivers and fields were covered with silver.

After the three of them finished their breakfast, they discussed how to repair the grave.

The shopkeeper immediately came to the table and said, "Three benefactors, you don't have to worry too much. I'm ready all the money and supplies. You just need to lead the craftsmen into the cemetery and direct them to do their work. The villain cannot enter. I can only arrange the sacrifices under the big tree and burn incense and paper from afar." After that, he kowtowed and thanked him again.

The three of them thought they should do it immediately, so they immediately summoned people. In less than three cups of tea, the shopkeeper summoned nearly one hundred people. They all wore plain clothes and held tools. He Xingtian took Yun Zhongting and Mo Long, as well as the craftsmen, and marched towards the distance in a mighty manner.

This time, without a guide, He Xingtian found the cemetery very easily.

The three people have a clear division of labor and each leads some people to take action separately.

The whole day, before sunset, was finally completed. Everyone hurried back to the inn.

The shopkeeper knelt at the door to greet him, thanking him very much.

At night, another feast of wine and meat is inevitable.

After the banquet ended, He Xingtian called the shopkeeper to the front and asked in a whisper: "I have something else to ask you, don't you know?"

The shopkeeper's face was full of sincerity and said, "Benefactor, if you have something to say, the villain must know everything."

"Okay, let me ask you, how far is your place from that big river? How far is that big river from a primeval forest?" He Xingtian said, looking at Mo Long and Yun Zhongting. They also stared at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper's eyes also became straight, and he didn't know why He Xingtian asked such a question.

"Don't you know there is a big river in the distance?" Mo Long asked.

"I know! There is indeed a big river, but it is more than a hundred miles away!" said the shopkeeper.

"We caught fish by the river, and the water was flowing, and then we walked along the way to you. Why did it snow heavily when we got to you? Is climate change so impermanent?"
Chapter completed!