The whole world is cultivating qi, only I am cultivating the body

Fuchong Mountain is an inconspicuous hill at the edge of Tianyi Continent. Looking up from the bottom of the mountain, two-thirds of the mountain is covered with dense forests, and only a small part on the top of the mountain is bare with a few houses built. There are curls of smoke coming out of the chimneys of the houses closer to the edge, and at the same time, there are faint sounds of musical instruments coming from the mountain.

On the Tianyi Road, no matter how big the mountain is, even if it is just a small mound, as long as the height of the mound exceeds fifty meters, there may be a small sect on it. The Fuchong Mountain in front of us is just a small hill with a height of just one hundred meters. However, even if it is just a small hill, it is the highest mountain around.

Today's Fuchong Mountain is different from the past. If you climb up the mountain, you can see that there is a round table in the sect with a sign of "Sui Xin Men" hanging on it. An old man with a sad face sits on the main seat of the table. He seems to be wiping tears with his hands, but in fact, his covered eyes are always staring at the kitchen next to him where smoke is rising, and his throat keeps swallowing saliva, as if he is waiting for the food to be brought out from the kitchen.

Next to the old man was a serious middle-aged man who sat upright. The sadness on the middle-aged man's face was much more genuine than that of the old man sitting in the main seat, but in order to maintain his dignity, he seemed to be suppressing the sadness on his face.

“Hey, hey, hey, Fourth Junior Brother! Could you please not play the funeral music so cheerfully? Don’t you know what day it is today? Today is the seventh day after the death of our dear Junior Brother! You are playing such a cheerful tune, are you hoping that Junior Brother will come to find you on the seventh day after the death of our dear Junior Brother?”

The person who said this was a young girl in white clothes who was sitting one seat away from the middle-aged man. She was pointing at the young man who was standing next to her and playing the suona, and was cursing loudly.

The young man who was scolded did not look angry. He just stopped playing the suona and scratched his head: "Fourth Senior Sister, I, I am not very good at playing funeral music. Before I went up the mountain, the teacher only taught me a few celebratory songs..."

"Then can't you change it? You played such a cheerful song on the seventh day of Junior Brother's death. What's wrong? Are you happy that Junior Brother died? Or is Junior Brother actually you..."

"Third Junior Sister, don't talk nonsense! We are all very sad about the death of Junior Brother. Fourth Junior Brother was crying in front of Junior Brother's coffin last night. Didn't you see it?"

"Humph, anyway, I didn't see it. Who made Fourth Junior Brother play the suona so happily?"

"Third Senior Sister, I, I really don't know how to play funeral music... Or don't let me play it, it seems that no matter how I play it, it's not appropriate..."

"Idiot! Why don't you just lengthen the celebratory song you learned before and lower the pitch? You still need me to teach you such a simple thing! You are so stupid!"

"Ah? It can be done this way?" The young man tried to play the suona a few times using the method that he said the third senior sister taught him. Sure enough, the cheerful song just now suddenly became less cheerful. The young man immediately put down the suona, smiled and said, "Third senior sister taught me well. I can also play the suona at funerals in the future!"

"Who? Who taught you! If it wasn't for the fact that today is the seventh day after my death, I wouldn't bother telling you!" The girl turned her head away with a proud look on her face.

"Alright, alright, Third Junior Sister, stop bullying Old Four. If you didn't think it was too unceremonious to have no music and no banquet on the seventh day after our Junior Brother's death, Old Four wouldn't have taken out his suona. You know, when Master accepted Old Four as his apprentice, he was still playing wedding music for people in the nearby village."

"Big Brother! Who bullied Fourth Junior Brother? Besides, the people down there usually hold a seven-day ceremony after someone dies. Could it be that our Junior Junior Brother is not as good as the people down there?"

Hearing the girl's words, the middle-aged man frowned and his face suddenly became serious: "Nonsense! Third Junior Sister, we in Suiyi Sect don't like to do these twists and turns. When Master accepted me as a disciple, he didn't even let me kowtow! Especially now, don't you know the situation of our sect in the past two years? Where can we get so much money to give Junior Brother a big event?"

"That's not my fault. It's all the fault of Master, that lecherous old man! He goes down the mountain every day to spy on the young widows bathing in the villages next to our Fuchong Mountain. As a result, there are so many villages next to Fuchong Mountain that even widows dare not have any wives. And every time he peeks, he gets caught! So many good things in our sect used to be lost to Master!"

The girl's words made the middle-aged man who was about to say something shut up, and the young man who was playing the suona next to him also stopped playing. The three of them just stared at the old man sitting in the main seat. The old man felt uncomfortable and shrank back into the stool.

"Master? Master! Don't you have anything you want to say?"

The old man looked at the girl who was in his position, his eyes rolled, and he immediately covered his eyes with his hands and began to cry: "Wu...you, why are you still thinking about these things at this time! Today is the seventh day after your junior brother's death! Death is the greatest thing, don't you know! And what you heard were clearly the slanders against your master by those people down the mountain! Those were all slanders! If your master hadn't bothered with them..."

"So Master, you didn't do anything, but gave away all the things in the mountain gate as compensation?" Before the old man finished speaking, a broad-minded mature woman came out of the kitchen, holding a plate of prepared dishes in one hand, and there were several more dishes floating behind her. "I didn't expect that Master, you are such a caring person for the people down there."

"Second brother, you really understand your master. I am such a person who cannot bear to see the suffering of those living down the mountain. Otherwise, why is our Suiyi Sect so poor that we can only accept a few of you as disciples! It seems that except for the second brother, you all don't understand my hard work..."

"Master, since you've worked so hard, you must eat more today!" A huge bucket appeared behind the mature woman known as Lao Er, and the bucket swayed and floated towards the old man, "Master! You must eat enough today! Master has worked so hard and made so many contributions, so you should eat more. Let us, the disciples who don't know how to feel sorry for the master, eat the dishes!"

"Hey? Hey? Hey? Second Brother, how can the master eat such a big bucket of rice without vegetables? Besides, you all practice very hard, so the master should work hard to eat the vegetables, and you can eat more rice..."

The old man wanted to reach out and push the dish closest to him to his front, but he was stopped by the mature woman just as he stretched out his hand. The mature woman pushed the bucket of rice that the old man had pushed away in front of him again: "Master, it's not impossible for you to eat the food. How about this, tell us whether you peeked at the young widow bathing when you went down the mountain?"

"Of course not. How can you doubt my character like that? I will never go to see the young widow taking a bath, just like your junior brother will never be able to survive!"

The old man had just finished speaking when the five people sitting at the table suddenly heard a "bang" and then something fell down and someone shouted. Several people immediately turned to look towards the room where the sound came from.

That was the room where the body of their junior brother was kept. The sound just now came from that room. The old man sitting in the main seat swallowed his saliva immediately. He was not afraid of the real "corpse resurrection", but he just said those words and then such a noise came from the room, which made the old man feel uncomfortable.