C7 Homecoming

The entire Mao Mountain was silent. The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed. It was already near dusk, and as the sun set in the west, the world was dyed blood-red. A breeze blew, and the lush green trees on the mountain rustled, like white banners performing a sad song in the air.

"Junior Brother, did master explain anything to you?" Zhang San Kuang raised his head and looked at the dark yellow sky, then looked at Lin Bai with a heavy expression as he asked in a soft voice.

"Master has told me that we should turn our corpses into ashes. We can do as we wish in the future." Lin Bai said in a deep voice.

Zhang Sanmeng looked at Lin Bai's pained face and replied in silence. He knew that although his junior brother and his master were master and disciple in name, their relationship was like that of a father and son. Now that his master had passed away, his junior brother's heart was naturally in pain. Without another word, Zhang Sanmeng raised his arm, used his sleeve to wipe the tears off his face and quietly went to pack up the firewood he needed for the cremation.

The villagers who had received the news that the old Daoist Priest had passed away immediately rushed to the mountain and helped Zhang Sanmang to pack these things.

The children who wanted to find their leader could only return resentfully when they saw the expression on their boss's face. As for those villagers who had been tormented by Lin Bai, when they saw the sorrowful expression on Lin Bai's face, they all sighed with emotion at the filial piety of this child and chose to forget the matters of the past.

Lin Bai, who was squatting on the stone steps of the temple, stood up and walked back into the house. He took out Li Tian Yuan's corpse and carefully wiped off the splinters on the pile of wood before placing Li Tian Yuan's corpse on the ground.

Zhang Sanmad, who was standing to one side, handed over the torch in his hand. Lin Bai expressionlessly received it and threw it on the pile of firewood. With a "tong" sound, the old Daoist Priest's corpse gradually disappeared in the light of the fire.

The flames burned all night long, and at the end of it, there was actually a faint fragrance that was similar to sandalwood. The villagers on night duty were all amazed, saying that the old Daoist must have become an immortal.

That night, Lin Bai did not say a single word to anyone. He just silently sat in front of the bonfire, his expression heavy as he stared at the raging fire.

By the morning of the second day, the fire had finally died down. Amongst the pile of embers, there was actually a particle like a buddhist master's sariras that was shining brilliantly.

Lin Bai ignored the scorching heat of the embers and picked up all the Shining Shrimps one by one. After tidying up all the leftover skeletons, Lin Bai brought the skeletons along with him into the temple hall, locking the door tightly.

"Old thing, how can you just leave like that?" Lin Bai placed the bone body in front of the ancestor and leaned against the wall as he sat down. He stared at the bone ash box as he smiled bitterly.

"You made me memorize scriptures, you made me be clothed in hemp techniques, you made me go down the mountain to peek at my young wife bathing, you let me steal chickens and touch dogs to give you tooth sacrifices, you let me go down the mountain to explore the martial arts world. No matter what I've done, you still have a disdainful look on your face.

"Old thing, you said that you would wait for me to make a name for myself when I go down the mountain, and then you would wait for me to marry a wife and have children, and enjoy the life of a happy son and granddaughter, and also for me to go down the mountain and find a suitable big butt for you to touch, and maybe even for you to give us a little junior brother to play with, how could you just leave like that?"

"Old thing, get out of my house. If you give me the huge share of the clan's property, aren't you afraid that I'll ruin it all?!"

As he spoke, Lin Bai's tears fell like rain, his face mottled with tears. The people outside the great hall could not help but also shed tears when they heard the muffled cries and choked sobs echoing out from within the great hall.

There were too many stories between him and Li Tianyuan. From the bare ass of a child growing up in the arms of the old Daoist, to the slow growth of an adult, not only in the art of photography, even the perception of the world and the principles of dealing with people were slowly formed under the influence of the old Daoist.

"Junior brother, from now on, you are the leader of our Sky Sect. You will have to take care of everything in the Sky Magi Sect. Please take care of yourself." Upon hearing the commotion in the main hall, Zhang Sanmeng teared up as he patted on the door to console Lin Bai.

Lin Bai had locked himself in the great hall for seven days, not eating or drinking at all.

Seven days later, Lin Bai walked out of the room with the bone ash urns in his arms. The ponytail that was originally tied behind his head had actually turned completely white after seven days.

The sorrow was greater than the death of one's heart. Just what kind of feelings could cause a person's hair to turn white for seven nights? Seeing Lin Bai's expression, the mountain people guarding outside the temple fell silent for a long time.

In the end, Li Tian Yuan was buried on Mao Mountain in a treasured Feng Shui land that he had always looked forward to. This treasured cave on Feng Shui was called Golden Cicada Bent, and it was extremely small for the family, but extremely high for the disciples' well-being. After he buried his Master, Zhang Sanmeng, who was very knowledgeable in feng shui, sighed with emotion for a long time.

"Old thing, I'm going down the mountain soon. Senior Brother doesn't want to go with me, even though he says that it's because he's not used to living under the mountain, but I know that he wants to stay here with you, Master. "When I'm old, I'll come back and build a small thatched cottage next to your grave. I'll keep you company while the sun and the sun shine …"

Lin Bai placed the three incense sticks in front of the old Daoist's tombstone. There wasn't much sacrificial food in front of the tombstone like ordinary people. There were only a few bottles, a few packs of cigarettes that had already been lit, and the strong aroma of alcohol mixed together with the burning fragrance of tobacco.

The old Daoist Priest Li Tianyuan did not have any hobbies in his life. The only thing he was unwilling to part with was the thing in this cup and the tobacco that could cause his hand to produce strands of green smoke.

"Master, you can be at ease in the underworld. I will definitely complete the tasks you've given me. I will definitely find out the reason why there are five bad ones and three bad ones, and the Celestial Sect will definitely continue to pass on their teachings. "This is the good wine I brought you back to the mountain. You can slowly taste it …" Lin Bai picked up the wine bottle and poured the wine on the tombstone. He covered his face with his hands and sobbed silently.

Smoking and drinking were the cheapest in the area. Lin Bai had brought the old Daoist a lot of special songs and packs of good cigarettes from various places, but unfortunately, the old Daoist was no longer able to taste them and could only place them in front of his grave as a sacrifice.

Lin Bai wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes and softly said to Zhang SanKuang, "Senior Brother, I will leave Master's tomb to you. As for us two juniors, I don't think we'll meet again until next year's Qing Ming."

"Junior brother, let's go back. The mountain is heavy with wind and dew at night, so it's easy to catch a cold." I will take care of the matters on the mountain, so you can rest assured. "

Zhang Sanming looked at Lin Bai's expression and lightly patted his shoulder. His master had accepted such a disciple and even allowed such a loyal person to inherit the teachings of the Heaven Sect. Zhang Sanming felt that the Heaven Sect would definitely shine in the future.

"Senior brother, you can go back first. I'll stay here with master for the night. I'm young, and the dew on the mountain has nothing to do with me. Senior brother, you should go back quickly." You are old and the dew on the mountain is heavy. If you fall ill, our monastery will lose its popularity. " Lin Bai did not even raise his head as he whispered to Zhang SanKuang, who was standing at the side.

When he accepted Lin Bai as his disciple, Zhang Sanmeng was already in his early forties, and now, he was in his sixties. Furthermore, looking at Feng Shui, he had always been able to see through mountains and rivers, and after so many years, Zhang Sanming's physique was not very good. Therefore, Zhang Sanmeng did not insist on taking in disciples, and after comforting Lin Bai for a while, he went back to the monastery.

After the quiet of the night, Lin Bai leaned on the tombstone and raised his head to look at the night sky. After a night of torrential rain and washing, the stars in the sky were brighter than ever. "The starlight from the sky shone on the old Daoist's grave. The longer Lin Bai looked up at the stars in the sky, the more he found them interesting, as if they were natural divinities.

"This is?" Lin Bai was astonished. Although there were many array formations and cultivation techniques in the history of Huaxia, as well as a few phase techniques that used the name of starlight, it was actually just borrowing the name of the constellation in the sky. This was the first time he saw something like this.

"The heavens are called the Dark Nether, the earth. The stars in the sky are like the bodies of men. "Eight hundred side doors, three thousand main roads, I have created a small technique, Astral Energy Monastery, or one of the eight hundred small techniques." Just as he felt the stars in the sky revolving, Lin Bai suddenly thought of something.

"Who?"

Lin Bai turned around in shock and looked around. The wind blew through the trees and the rustling sounds came from the trees. There was no one in the forest.

"The destiny of man is like the orbit of the stars in the sky, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, but if one looks carefully, one can eventually find it. Everything in the world is the same. Look at one side, look at the past, look at the geography, and know the destiny behind it …" A series of soft murmurs entered Lin Bai's mind one after another, completely ignoring his shock.

"I, Li Tian Yuan, have been poor all my life and have never been able to accomplish anything. However, I never would have thought that there would be an opportunity in the place I chose to die.

Hearing the last sentence in his mind, Lin Bai was stunned and stood rooted to the spot. He had never thought that this secret art was actually created by his master, and the sound transmission technique was also set up by his master.

Such things did exist in reality, and by improving the magnetic field at a particular location, they would be able to keep sound recordings, and when they were affected by a fixed external force, they would be able to revert to the situation or words of the day. The formation set up by Li Tian Yuan was the same. Only a disciple with a Heavenly Dipper Treasure could come to this place and activate the formation to obtain his inheritance.

After carefully digesting the words he had heard, Lin Bai felt even more that the genius of that old Taoist, whom he had called an old bastard, was actually able to link the trajectory in the sky with the technique of fate.

"Master, is this the inheritance you gave me?" After a moment of thought, he said softly, "Master, I will go down the mountain now. Next year when the sky is clear, I will come to sweep your grave and try to bring back a few of your disciples and wives."