Genshin Impact: Wherever you go, all wear and tear will be eliminated

Chapter 127: Hold a funeral no less than that of the Emperor and the Immortal

Paimon looked at the blond boy who had been traveling with him for a long time, and spread his hands and said, "Sora, why do you say that? It sounds like a good deal, but the first monument, the second monument, etc., I feel a little confused."

Mo Ran suddenly said, "She sells coffins and helps people choose graves!"

Paimeng was shocked and shouted, "We are still young, why do we need these? The head of the Wangsheng Hall is too weird!"

Hu Tao laughed and said, "Who knows? Yin and Yang are in order, fate is unpredictable, and death is hard to predict. No one knows when it will come. Anyway, death is everyone's final destination. It will always be useful if you make reservations in advance."

Kong shook his head with a strange look on his face and said, "It's better not to."

"Okay then." Hu Tao turned to look at the porcelain doll-like girl and said with a smile, "Qi Qi, have you finished picking the herbs? I'll continue to help you exercise later!"

"No, Master is here today, I want to accompany Master." Qiqi pulled the hem of the black robe and said in a baby voice, "Master, are you here at Dubinglu to get medicine for others?"

After years of getting along, Qiqi already knew the identity of her master and knew that her master would never get sick. Mr. Zhongli over there should be similar. As for the two newcomers, they didn't look sick either.

Mo Ran said gently, "No, we are here to get the immortal incense we need for the Xian Dian Yi. Lu Li should still have some, right?"

"Yes, Qiqi, go get it." The conscious little girl ran behind the counter and soon came back with a bunch of immortal incense. "Master, are these enough? If not, we need to buy more."

Mo Ran stretched out his hand and grabbed a little, saying, "That's enough. Although sending the immortal code is arduous, it can't be too costly and costly. What do you think, Mr. Zhongli?"

"That's good." Zhongli's expression remained unchanged.

"Okay, then the bill will be put on the head of the Wangsheng Hall. Mora, I'll have someone get it later." Mo Ran continued, "You two from the Wangsheng Hall will not break this contract, right?"

Hu Tao waved her hands and said generously, "Of course not. The Immortals' Scriptures have been handled by the Wangsheng Hall since ancient times. This amount of money is nothing compared to Zhongli's expenses."

Zhongli flattered, "The master is very generous, and I cannot compare to him."

Mo Ran smiled slightly and said, "Okay, that's three million Moras in total. The quality of the Eternal Life Incense is the best. This price is very affordable and absolutely fair."

Hu Tao's plum blossom pupils trembled obviously. Three million Mora, how many coffins would she have to sell to make back her investment? Or should she use Zhongli to pay off the debt? No, no, this would make me seem too unsympathetic to my subordinates, but three million Mora...

Zhongli also looked troubled, and said thoughtfully: "Three million, it may not seem like a lot at first glance, but from a general rational point of view, it is indeed a bit difficult for Wangsheng Hall to handle."

"Master, how about you..."

"Don't say any more." Hu Tao said firmly, "Once I say it, I will never take it back. It's only three million Mora. I can afford it. I'll have someone come to pick it up tomorrow."

Mo Ran clapped his hands and cheered, "Thank you for your patronage. Wangsheng Hall is indeed very profound, and is worthy of being a time-honored industry that has been passed down for thousands of years."

Hu Tao folded her hands in front of her, looked up and said, "Of course. It is said that when our ancestors founded the Wangsheng Hall, they had such a bold spirit. As the ancients said, even if you spend all your money, you will get it back."

"What is this hall master afraid of?"

Mo Ran smiled and asked everyone to find a chair and sit down.

Paimeng looked at the two men's black clothes and asked, "Mo Ran, Master Hu, I mean, you businessmen all like to wear black clothes to look mysterious, don't you?"

"Just call me Walnut." The hall master in black explained, "Of course not. I heard from the last hall master, my grandfather, that he said so."

"The black clothes in our Wangsheng Hall are to commemorate an immortal. Legend has it that the immortal also wore black clothes and had the ability to exorcise evil spirits."

"At that time, plague was raging on the land of Liyue. People died every day. The people of Liyue Harbor were in a panic. So, the ancestors of the Hall of Rebirth dressed in black, holding wooden sticks, helped people cure diseases and cremate the bodies of the dead."

"Later, the industry of helping people with burials gradually emerged, and this is the origin of the Wangsheng Hall."

Paimon didn't know if he understood or not, but he nodded and said, "So that's how it is. Hu Tao knows the name of that immortal? Who knows, we may have seen him before!"

Hu Tao said, "It seems that both of you have a deep affinity with the immortals. Haha, that immortal's immortal title is True Lord of Exterminating Demons and Removing Obstacles, which was conferred by the late Emperor Yan Wang himself."

"Among the storytellers in the teahouses in Liyue Harbor, the ones who tell the stories of this Immortal Lord the most are those who tell the stories of this Immortal Lord. He builds mechanical devices, controls floods, and his cooking skills are comparable to those of the Kitchen God. These are the most outstanding aspects of this Immortal Lord, apart from his black clothes."

Paimon looked at the blond boy and thought, "We didn't seem to see this special immortal last time in Jueyunjian, right? Could it be that this immortal has also passed away like Emperor Yanwang!"

Mo Ran quickly explained, "No, it's rumored that the Immortal Lord retired after Liyue Harbor was settled. There is no clear record of his whereabouts, but the Immortals have eyes and ears that can see through everything. Who knows, maybe he's watching us from somewhere right now!"

"Oh." Paimon said unhappily, "What a pity! It would be great if I could meet this immortal. I really want to taste the food he cooks! His cooking skills are comparable to those of the Kitchen God. I can tell from the sound of his cooking that his food is delicious."

Sora laughed and said, "Paimon is still the same as before, with a strange focus!"

Paimon laughed and said, "The people of Liyue once said that food is the most important thing for the people. I am just thinking about the immortals in the past. If they don't have enough to eat, who will have the energy to do other things?"

Zhongli took a sip of the slightly bitter medicinal tea and said, "What Little Paimeng said is not without reason, but there are some unknown historical records that although the immortal king has superb cooking skills, he doesn't really want to cook.

"Usually if the Kitchen God is present and there is no important occasion, the Immortal King who doesn't like to work will give up the position of cooking to the Kitchen God."

Paimon sighed and said regretfully, "It's so delicious, why don't you cook it yourself? This is simply, simply... um, how do you say that word?"

Mo Ran continued: "A natural gift for a sudden rash?"

"Yes, that's what I mean. Mo Ran, how did you know that?" Paimeng, this curious baby, loves to get to the bottom of things.

Mo Ran said with emotion: "Because someone said this to me before, so I know how Paimeng felt that the immortal king cooked very well but didn't cook himself."

Zhongli nodded and helped to confirm: "It was indeed like this back then, but the people back then... Alas, I want to buy some osmanthus flowers to carry with me to the wine, but it's a pity that we are old friends, when will we meet again?"

Mo Ran sighed, "It won't be too long. As long as we are still in this world, we will definitely meet again. Although we are far apart now, we are still here."

Mo Ran covered it up with a sentence, although it seemed a bit unnecessary.

Zhongli nodded, his phoenix eyes filled with reminiscence. Opposite the teacup in his amber eyes, there seemed to be a familiar figure sitting, a figure who had fought countless enemies together with him but was sealed by his own hands.

Qiqi grabbed the arm of the man in black and whispered, "Master, don't be sad."

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Mo Ran's voice was gentle, just like Zhong Li's voice as deep as a rock, which made people feel at ease and made Qi Qi feel very safe and relaxed.

The clever Walnut smiled and said, "Everyone, please don't be silent. You two too, you are two young people, but you act like old men. Relax your mind."

"I have decided. In order to make you two feel better, I will be kind and give you a big gift!"

Hu Tao said in a clear voice: "Guest Zhongli, this hall master has decided that when your time comes, I will give you a funeral that is no less solemn than that of the Rock King Emperor. The level of solemnity will definitely not be inferior to the current ceremony of sending off the immortals."

"And Mr. Mo Ran, you seem to be an old friend of Ke Qing, and you are dressed in black, which makes you look very similar to the True Lord of Demon-Extermination and Removal of Disasters!"

"Since the guest official is as gracious as the emperor, I will give you a funeral as gracious as that of the emperor. This will bring together two immortals of extraordinary achievements in Liyue."

Hu Tao put his hands in front of him and said leisurely, "How are you? Are you happy now? I always keep my word. Don't worry that I will go back on my word."

Zhongli said calmly: "Thank you, Hall Master."

Mo Ran's mouth twitched, and he said faintly, "It seems that the True Lord of Exterminating Demons and Removing Obstacles has not passed away yet? How can Master Hu be sure that he will be no less than him?"

Hu Tao chuckled and said, "Anyway, if that day ever comes, it will definitely be handed over to the Wangsheng Hall. I can't guarantee anything else, but I do have some experience with funerals."

Qiqi said angrily, "Hu Tao, don't say that about my master! My master still has a long life ahead of him!"

Walnut chuckled cunningly, as if some premeditated plan had succeeded.