C7

Chapter 7 - The Return of the Soul

The entire Maoshan was solemn. 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 Sanfeng raised his head and looked at the dark yellow sky, and with a heavy expression, he looked at Lin Bai and asked softly.

"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 heavy voice.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the pained expression on Lin Bai's face and turned silent. He knew that although and his little junior brother were master and disciple in name, their relationship was like that of father and son. Now that his master had passed away, his junior brother naturally did not feel well. Without another word, Zhang Sanfeng raised his arm and used his sleeve to wipe the tears off his face and quietly went to pack some firewood.

The villagers who had received the news of the death of the old Daoist Priest immediately rushed to the mountain and helped Zhang Sanfeng to pack these things.

After the firewood was cleaned and the spirit hall was built, Lin Bai stood up and silently sat on the stone steps of the temple. He walked back into the house and took out Li Tianyuan's corpse, and carefully wiped off the wood shavings on the firewood, and then placed Li Tianyuan's corpse on the ground.

Zhang Sanfeng took the torch from his expressionlessly, and threw it onto 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 fire, looking at the overflowing fire, his expression heavy.

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 Shrews one by one. After tidying up all the bones, Lin Bai brought the bones along with him and entered the Monastery's great hall, locking the door tightly.

"Old thing, how can you just leave like that?" Lin Bai placed the bone body in front of the Great Hall's ancestor statue and leaned against the wall as he sat down. He stared at the bone ash box and laughed 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, crawl out! You gave me the Celestial Fortune Telling Sect's huge inheritance, aren't you afraid that I'll ruin everything?!"

While talking, Lin Bai's face suddenly filled 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 old Daoist nurturing the naked child to the boy growing up, to the time when he was slowly growing up.

"Junior brother, from today onwards, you are my Celestial Fortune Telling Sect's Sect Master. You will have to take care of everything in my celestial line. Please take care of yourself." When Zhang Sanfeng heard the commotion in the hall, he cried as he patted on the door and consoled Lin Bai.

Lin Bai had locked himself in the great hall for seven days without eating or drinking.

Seven days later, Lin Bai walked out of the house with the bone ash urns. The ponytail that was originally tied behind his head had actually turned completely white in these 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? Looking at Lin Bai's expression, the mountain people guarding outside the temple kept quiet for a long time.

In the end, Li Tianyuan buried in a treasure land of feng shui that he had always looked forward to in the Maoshan. This treasure cave on top of the Feng Shui was called Golden Cicada Bent, which was extremely good for families, but was extremely good for disciples. After burying his Master, Zhang Sanfeng, who had a deep understanding of feng shui, lamented 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 hut next to your grave. I'll keep you company with the green lanterns and the yellow rolls …"

The old Taoist 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 hands 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 so many flaws among our phase arts people. The Celestial Fortune Telling Sect will definitely continue to pass on his legacy. "This is the good wine I brought you when I returned to the mountain. You can taste it slowly," Lin Bai said as he picked up the bottle and poured the wine on the tombstone, covering his face with his hands and sobbing.

Smoking and drinking could only be used the cheapest local method. Lin Bai brought a lot of special songs and packs of good cigarettes from different places to the old man this time, but unfortunately, the old man could no longer use them, and could only place them in front of the grave as sacrifices.

"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 Sanfeng looked at Lin Bai's appearance and lightly patted Lin Bai's shoulder. Master accepted such a disciple and even allowed such a loyal and loyal person to inherit the teachings of the Celestial Fortune Telling Sect, Zhang Sanfeng felt that the Celestial Fortune Telling Sect would definitely shine with confidence 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 didn't raise his head as he softly whispered to Zhang Sanfeng who was at the side.

Zhang Sanfeng was a disciple that Li Tianyuan had only accepted in his later years of life. When he accepted as a disciple, he was already in his early forties, and even until now, he was around sixty years old, and looking at feng shui, he could walk across mountains and rivers, and had an eye-opener. After all these years, Zhang Sanfeng's physique was not very good, so Zhang Sanfeng did not persist.

After the dead of night, Lin Bai leaned on the tombstone and raised his head to look at the night sky. After an entire night of rain and washing, the stars in the sky were brighter than ever. The star radiance in the sky just happened to shine on the old dao's grave. The longer Lin Bai raised his head to stare at the stars in the sky, the more interesting he felt the arrangement of the stars in the sky was.

"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 when he felt that the stars in the sky were revolving, Lin Bai suddenly heard this phrase in his mind.

"Who?"

Lin Bai turned and looked around in shock. Wind blew, trees rustled, and the forest was empty.

"The fates of humans are like the orbits of stars in the sky, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, but after careful investigation, one can still find them. Everything in the world is the same, to look at one side, to see the past generations, to look at the geography of the world, to know the fates of the past and the future".

"I, Li Tianyuan, have been poor my entire life and have never been able to achieve anything. However, I never expected that there would actually be a good opportunity.

Hearing the last sentence that came to his mind, Lin Bai was stunned, he stood in his original position, he never thought that this secret art was actually created by his own master, and the sound transmission just now was also set up by his master.

This sort of thing did exist in reality. By improving the magnetic field at a particular location, it would be able to leave a sound recording. After being affected by a fixed special external force, it would be able to revert to the situation or words at that time. The array that Li Tianyuan had set up was the same, only when a successor with a secret treasure of the Celestial Fortune Telling Sect arrived at this place, would they be able to activate the array and obtain his inheritance.

After carefully digesting all the words he had heard, Lin Bai felt even more that the genius of the old Taoist, who 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 muttering to himself for a while, he said softly, "Master, I will go down the mountain now. Next year, when the sky is clear, I will sweep your grave and at that time, I will try to bring a few of your disciples and wives back."