C1270 Old Home Deep Grass and Wood(last Part)

Up until now, the monastery had been built for nearly a hundred years. Even though it was windy, sunny, rain, and heavy snow, with many weeds growing on the roof, making it look somewhat old and worn-out, the original foundation was firm and the walls were still very strong.

Before coming to Mao Mountain, the crowd already predicted that the environment here wouldn't be very good. That's why they brought sufficient resources with them before they came up the mountain. After hastily tidying up the items in the house, Liu Jingtian brought a group of labourers to climb up to the roof and repair the damaged parts. Liu Yunyun, along with a few other women, went into the kitchen to cook for everyone.

The more people there were, the more lively it would be. The usually lonely Taoist temple had now become a bit more lively. It was no longer the desolate and desolate scene from before when Lin Bai and Li Tian Yuan were alone on the mountain. But as he gazed at the overgrown and overgrown courtyard, Lin Bai was unable to feel happy at all. It was because everything that had happened so far could no longer be seen by Li Tianyuan. In Lin Bai's heart, there was only sorrow that he could not put away.

"Senior Brother, let's go to Master's tomb to take a look?" Every blade of grass and tree carried with them the traces of the past, causing Lin Bai to feel an indescribable sense of depression in his heart. He was truly afraid that if he stayed here any longer, he would not be able to hold on to his tears and cause his relatives to panic. He picked up a shovel and said to Zhang SanKuang and Lu Yanzhao.

From the start of his journey up the mountain, Lu Yanzhao had been waiting for these words. Although he was only an honorary disciple of Li Tianyuan, his master was like a mountain. He was a master for one day, and a father for life. It was one thing if he didn't know where Li Tian Yuan was a few years ago, but now, he had come to Mao Mountain with ease. As his disciple, if he didn't go to his teacher's grave to add a few handfuls of dirt, how could he withstand the torture of his own conscience?

Without saying anything, Lu Yanzhao and Zhang SanKuang brought along the sacrificial items they had prepared before heading up the mountain, silently following behind Lin Bai as they hurried towards the tomb. The three brothers had the same expression on their faces, and the sight of it hurt the hearts of others.

From the Taoist temple to the secluded place where Li Tian Yuan's tomb was, although the road was rugged, the short journey was already planted in Lin Bai's heart like a seed. Even with his eyes closed, he could still find the location.

After walking for a long time, the mountain suddenly opened up, and a small hill appeared in front of them. The tomb was covered in withered yellow grass, and as the wind blew, the light and shadows disappeared, making it seem as if a skinny Daoist wearing green was waving at the three of them, calling out their names for them to come closer …

"Master …" Seeing this mound, Lu Yanzhao could no longer endure the grief in his heart. The men who were a few dozen years old were like children, their tears were like broken beads as they dropped to the ground, plop plop plop plop. After falling to their knees, they slowly moved their knees and muttered: "I, unfilial disciple Yan Zhao has come to see you, I came too late, so I didn't see you for the last time!"

Seeing Lu Yanzhao's appearance, Zhang Sanming also dropped to his knees. He slowly moved forward until he was standing in front of the tomb, his head heavily kowtowing to the hard ground. Tears uncontrollably rolled down his cheeks.

"Senior brother, master is the most open-minded person in his life. He definitely wouldn't want to see us like this." Lin Bai held back the tears in his eyes and helped his two senior brothers up. He then took out a candle offering from his travel bag and placed it in front of the grave. He handed the candle to Chen Baian and said, "You are his senior brother."

He took the candle and slowly lit it, then slowly placed it in front of the grave, leading the two of them to say together, "Unfilial disciple Zhang SanKuang, Lu Yanzhao, Lin Bai, has not returned to the mountain for many years, and cannot console Master's spirit in heaven, it is truly unfilial. Today, I have returned to pay my respects to Master in the underworld, and I hope that you can see it."

The incense lit up, the smoke slowly rose, lingering over the tomb for a long time, unwilling to leave. After a long time, this wisp of mist slowly rose to the sky. Just like a signal, the dark clouds in the sky slowly gathered together before a heavy snowstorm suddenly descended. The snowflakes were like endless pieces of paper, covering the entire sky.

"Master, he knows that we three brothers have come to see him." Even though they knew that this was just a normal change in the weather, Lu Yanzhao and Zhang Sanming were still extremely excited. They took the paper money they had brought and set it on the ground in front of the grave to burn.

Strangely, even though there was a mountain breeze blowing, the smoke from the paper money burning was like a javelin that pierced the heavens and earth. The snowflakes mixed with paper money and burning debris continuously swirled around the area before slowly descending down. However, they did not touch the three of them at all, as if Li Tian Yuan was alive and did not want these things to dirty his disciples' clothes.

Seeing this scene, regardless of whether it was Lin Bai, Zhang SanKuang, or Lu Yanzhao, the few men who had experienced many storms and waves, and who had experienced countless walks along the edge of a cliff, and whose expressions did not change, all seemed to have seen that incomparably loving old man. Those who cried in front of the grave were all sobbing, their sobbing mixed together with the howling of the mountain breeze.

Only when the wind and snow began to howl did the sacrificial ceremony come to an end. But even so, Lin Bai was unwilling to leave no matter how much Zhang SanKuang and Lu Yanzhao tried to persuade him.

It must be known that among the three of them, Zhang Sanmang was the one who brought the art to his teacher, but according to the unwritten rules of the martial arts world, these disciples who brought the art to their teacher, it was absolutely impossible for them to receive the true teachings of their teacher. However, Li Tian Yuan did not have this kind of idea at all. Now that he was separated from the heavens by a wave of loess, how could he not feel heartbroken?

As for Lu Yanzhao, the reason he was able to survive from the calamity that had filled the entire Huaxia Continent all those years ago was all because of Li Tian Yuan. Rather than saying that Li Tianyuan was his teacher, it could be said that it was more accurate to say that his savior had come.

As for Lin Bai, his feelings for Li Tian Yuan was the deepest. Moreover, he had grown up under Li Tian Yuan's care, and he had cultivated the Phase Technique with him since childhood. To him, Li Tian Yuan could be said to be both a father and a teacher. In fact, his feelings were even deeper than those of ordinary father-son relationships. If a child wanted to raise but did not want to be with his family, there was no one in this world who could be more sorrowful than him.

After a moment of silence, they did not try to persuade him anymore. Instead, they carried each other and left, leaving Lin Bai alone in the same spot, giving him the chance to be alone with Li Tianyuan's spirit in heaven.

After Zhang Sanmeng and Lu Yanzhao left, Lin Bai slowly stood up, walked to the grave and sat down. It was just like in the past when he and Li Tian Yuan would sit around a stove during the cold winter night and listen to his narration of the past.

"Master, this little bastard has come to see you." Master, this little bastard has come to see you. After shaking his head with a bitter smile, Lin Bai took out two bottles of Maotai from his travel bag. One bottle was poured in front of the grave, while the other drank a few mouthfuls from his mouth, muttering to himself, "This is the Maotai that I stole from our family's old man, I know that you love it, and it's because of all these years that you took care of me, now your disciple has become rich, you can drink whatever you want, throw one bottle at me!"

"Master, I'm afraid you don't know. Senior Martial Brother and I are both very promising people and have already reached the Spirit Transformation realm as described by the Martial Ancestor. I'm afraid this is beyond your imagination." "It's a pity that Senior Brother Yan Zhao is still stuck at the Heavenly Reaching Realm and has yet to take that step. When the time comes, I will definitely think of a way to help him take that last step and also allow our Heaven Sect to have a Three Transformation!"

"Master, I forgot to tell you about the happy occasion. I have really brought honor to your disciple by finding nine wives, which is even more impressive than Wei Xiaobao! Furthermore, my wives have given birth to two fat grandsons and a few brats in their stomachs. They should be coming to this world soon. "

"Master, why aren't you saying anything? Do you resent me for not coming back to the mountain to visit you all these years? I, your disciple, brought back so much wine and returned with my wife and children, but why aren't you here? "

After narrating what had happened in the past few years, and recalling how he had spent time with Li Tianyuan in the past, the tears in Lin Bai's eyes could no longer be restrained. In just a few short moments, his face had already become wet.

However, in front of Li Tianyuan, he had always been that young man who pestered Li Tianyuan to talk about the days when he was young; he had always been that small child.

When the wine entered his throat, it was ice-cold. The cold wind raged, and snowflakes swirled in the air. In an instant, the top of Lin Bai's head had already been covered in snowy mud, and the snowflakes fell on him with extreme gentleness. It was as if Li Tian Yuan's large, loving hand was gently caressing this reader's heart. His heart was filled with yearning, guilt, and tears.

When everything in the world was engulfed in snow, the entire mountain range turned completely white. When they could no longer distinguish the depth of the snow, He Jia Er and Xia Xiaoqing came over with their children in their arms, bringing Lin Bai back to the temple.

Although Lin Bai's entire body was reeking of the pungent smell of alcohol, the few women did not complain at all. They knew that this was the result of Lin Bai suppressing his emotions with all his might. If it weren't for the fact that they had also followed him into the mountains, Lin Bai would have accompanied Li Tianyuan's grave tonight.

By the time he returned to the monastery, the repairs were already complete. The weeds on the roof of the monastery were all removed; the broken tiles were replaced; the debris on the ground was cleared, and the bluestone floor shone brightly in the light of the snow. The fragrance of food wafted up from the house, along with the occasional laughter.

Amidst his drowsiness, Lin Bai felt that this Taoist temple was incomparably unfamiliar. It was as if the traces of the past that remained here had all disappeared within this blizzard. In his disappointment, hot tears couldn't help but spill out from his eyes. That period of time, in the end, was still buried under the wind and snow, and he would never be able to go back.

Old home, deep vegetation, the fate of death, root is us!