Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

"Sir, please ask, and I will answer to the best of my knowledge!"

"Where is your Blood Robe Cult's Sheep Protector now?"

The twelve protectors of the Blood Robe Sect each have their own forces and are relatively independent of each other. As a disciple of the Rat Protector, Mu An's question undoubtedly touched on a blind spot for the scholar.

He racked his brains but couldn't come up with a solution, and he dared not lie for fear that Mu An would notice the change in his emotions.

The scholar simply lay down and kowtowed repeatedly to the ground, stammering for a long time without giving an answer.

Seeing that she did not get the answer she wanted, Mu An showed obvious impatience.

Although his men couldn't find the elusive Sheep Protector, it didn't stop him from thinking the scholar was useless.

As members of the Blood Robe Cult, how can they not even understand their own family affairs? What use are they?

As Xiao Ling'er gradually matured, she realized that not asking questions didn't mean she could ignore the situation. The Sheep Protector, who had to be dismembered, was always a problem.

Thinking of Mu Ling'er growing up, Mu An frowned slightly.

The scholar was so frightened that he kowtowed nine times, drawing blood from his head, while shouting incessantly.

"My lord, spare me! My lord, spare me! I'm useful! I'm useful!"

"I already told you, I'm in a bad mood tonight. You're such a useless piece of trash, you might as well just die."

The shouting stopped abruptly, and the candlelight cast several shadows on the study window.

"We've only had a few years of peace, and now they're up to something big again. These evil cults, all they do is cause trouble every day, they can't even stay quiet for a second!"

……

For seven whole days, Lin'an Hall was very busy.

People from Qing'an County spontaneously gathered, with those who had money contributing money and those who had strength contributing their labor, to hold a grand funeral for the people of Linzhi.

This was not organized by Mu An's people, nor was it a show put on for him by a few of his "brilliant" subordinates on a whim.

Because Mu An never intended to make a fuss about it. In his mind, he would just find a beautiful place to bury the old man.

After all, the person is dead; no matter how much you do, it's all just for show.

However, the people of Qing'an County spontaneously took over Lin Zhimin's funeral, continuously expanding the scale until Mu An was completely idle and found that there was nothing he could do.

Lin'an Hall has been operating in Qing'an County for fifteen years. During those fifteen years, Lin Zhimin saved countless patients, and the number of patients who received his help was even greater.

Of the city's nearly 300,000 residents, half of the families had benefited from his kindness.

In the medicine cabinets of Lin'an Hall, more than thirty cabinets were filled with IOUs.

Mu An understood this best, since Lin'an Hall had been able to survive until now almost entirely thanks to his efforts in finding ways to subsidize it.

One headquarters and three branches, covering the entire Qing'an County.

Mu An knew all too well how much was spent and how much effort was put into it.

It can be said that the entire medical system of Qing'an County was supported by Lin'an Hall and Qishan Road Patrol Office.

In this backward era, Qing'an County raised its medical coverage rate to an unimaginable level.

This will make common illnesses such as colds, fevers, and dysentery less fatal.

Although it is still far inferior to the world Mu An used to live in, it is far ahead in this era.

This was made possible not only by Mu'an's strong support, but also by the fact that the Lin'an Hall lineage, led by Lin Zhimin, truly embodied the highest qualities of a physician.

In their eyes, practicing medicine is not a business, but a belief.

Doing the hardest and most tiring work while living the simplest life is something Mu An finds incomprehensible.

Ultimately, people should live for themselves; there's no reason to live only for others.

He repeatedly raised the salaries of the doctors at Lin'an Hall, but the extra money was ultimately used to pay for the patients.

This logic was completely at odds with the education Mu An had received and the world he had seen, to the point that he spared no expense in cooperating with Lin Zhimin to complete the medical popularization in Qing'an County.

Self-interest is an instinct of life.

Selflessness is the shining light of civilization.

These doctors have to bear far more than just a life of poverty; they also have to endure the strange looks from others, the incomprehension of their families, and the repeated disappointments and confusion.

It's not difficult to make grand vows when you're young, but as time goes by, as you witness things that are different from what you imagined, as you are repeatedly ridiculed by those you've helped, and betrayed by those around you.

Even a young man with lofty ambitions will eventually be assimilated by the times.

Human nature is inherently evil; only through education can it be guided towards good.

Education was still far from sufficient in this era, even in Qing'an County.

Mu An could guess what kind of rumors and gossip the physicians of Lin'an Hall had endured and how many people misunderstood them, even without investigating.

But they persisted, for the sake of their ideals and beliefs that were not understood by most people. In Mu An's view, this was both foolish and worthy of respect.

A casual remark from someone else represents more than a decade of tireless work for these doctors.

Only the person involved knows the full story.

In this era, most people had no concept of medicine. The scarcity of medicine and the backwardness of medical knowledge meant that even a simple cold or fever could easily take a person's life.

Against this backdrop, Lin'an Hall pioneered a new path.

He popularized medical knowledge among the people of the county, teaching countless people how to deal with simple illnesses.

The mortality rate in Qing'an County also dropped rapidly as the medical system gradually became more widespread.

Ordinary people may not have much knowledge and are easily instigated and misled by those with ulterior motives, but they also have their own sense of right and wrong.

They can tell who is genuinely good to them.

In the hearts of the people of Qing'an County, Lin Zhimin is undoubtedly a person who truly cares about them.

Now, Lin Zhimin is dead.

The people of the city who had benefited from his kindness naturally came to see him off on his final journey.

On the day Lin Zhimin was buried, the streets of Qing'an County were deserted for miles around.

The line of people seeing them off stretched from the city gate of Qing'an County all the way to the foot of Anshan Mountain, a distance of more than ten miles.

Not only people from Qing'an County, but also people from neighboring counties who came after hearing the news.

The grand scene left Mu An speechless. To avoid any potential chaos, he ordered 5,000 men to be transferred from the Qishan army to maintain order.

He rode a horse on the left side of the procession, with Fu Ximeng beside him, watching the grand scene together.

Looking at the procession stretching to the horizon, Fu Ximeng's eyes dimmed. She sat sideways on her horse, her voice tinged with bitterness.

"If my junior brother saw this scene, he would surely be delighted."

Mu An did not answer, but simply shook her head, denying Fu Ximeng's statement.

"That's true, he's never really cared about these things."

The two fell silent again until the farewell party reached the foot of Ansan Mountain.

Fu Ximeng jumped off her horse and looked up at the ten-mile peach forest on the mountain.

It rained for two days, and most of the peach blossoms on the mountain had already faded.

"As the flowers bloom and fade, every March from now on, my junior brother will be able to see such a beautiful peach orchard. He must feel gratified even underground."

"Starting with the peach grove and ending with the peach grove, watching the petals fall like rain, is not a bad thing after all."

Fu Ximeng paused slightly in her steps, then turned her head and nodded to Mu An.

"I won't go. I'll go up the mountain myself later. You go and see him off on his final journey."

"good"

On this day, a new grave appeared on Anshan Mountain, located in the center of the ten-mile peach forest, a beautiful scene with fallen petals everywhere.

On this day, at the foot of Anshan Mountain, ten thousand people wept and accompanied the departing party for ten miles.

On this day, Mu An stood in front of the grave and personally buried the last shovelful of soil.

……

"Lord Wang, look over there. That hooded man looks like the assassin our brothers were chasing last year."

"Don't rush, we need to report this to Lord Mu first."

"Lord Mu, our men have spotted Zhuang Sheng. He's currently mixed in with the funeral procession."

……

"Never mind, let him be."