Tian Yuan

Chapter 2078: Sleeping and meeting

After a few more years, the old monk was nearly a hundred years old.

In this mundane world, it is rare to find people who can live to this age.

This morning, the old monk was sitting on a chair in the front yard. He seemed to sense something and called out with difficulty, "Nan...Nan Sheng."

Hearing the old monk's call, Liu Nansheng's heart tightened. He must have anticipated what would happen next.

Da da da!

Liu Nansheng walked over quickly and sat next to the old monk. She kept her lips tightly shut and remained silent.

"You must live well in the years ahead."

The old monk thought for a long time and spoke very slowly.

Liu Nansheng hesitated to speak, and only responded: "... Yeah."

"The time I spent with you was the best time of my life."

Even at this time, the old monk was still speaking sweet words, word by word, slowly.

Liu Nansheng listened patiently, his heart trembling, and said softly: "Me too."

"Nan Sheng."

The old monk called out softly, his voice becoming a little deeper.

"I'm here." Liu Nansheng forced a gentle smile.

"It's autumn again, but unfortunately... this winter, I... I can't accompany you."

The old monk's body was shaking slightly, uncontrollably.

This day has finally come.

Liu Nansheng held the old monk's hand and could clearly feel that his vitality was fading and he could not hold on for much longer.

Although Liu Nansheng had prepared himself mentally many times, when he really faced the situation, the defense he had built deep in his heart collapsed in an instant.

The tip of my nose feels sour, as if there is something stuck in my throat.

His eyes were red and filled with tears.

Her fingertips were also trembling slightly.

wow——

A few breaths later, a snowflake fell from the sky and landed on the tightly clasped hands of Liu Nansheng and the old monk. It was crystal clear and pure, as if symbolizing their love, which was so pure and beautiful no matter how many years separated them.

There is more and more snow.

Countless snowflakes drifted in the wind, covering the vast earth with a layer of silvery white, as picturesque as a painting, surpassing all the scenery in the world.

People living in Shijiang Town were surprised by the heavy snow and looked up, not knowing what the weather was like. Children gathered together, playing and laughing in the snow, full of energy.

A cozy wooden house with two old people sitting in the front yard.

They snuggled together, watching the falling snow, reminiscing about the past years, their faces filled with happy and beautiful smiles.

The old man's body was shaking violently at first, but then it slowly calmed down and became unusually quiet.

The old woman kept holding the old man's hand, holding it more and more tightly, and refused to let go.

Thousands of snowflakes fell on their heads, dyeing their already pale hair even more.

"Little monk, I like you."

Although the old woman was smiling, tears could not stop falling. Her voice was choked with sobs and her emotions were like water.

The old man wanted to respond, but he was too weak to do it.

In the end, the old man could only raise the corners of his mouth.

This old man died of old age.

Sleeping forever in this heavy snow, there will be no regrets in life.

A few days later, a grave appeared under a green hill in Shijiang Town.

There are four words engraved on the tombstone - Tomb of Zhou An.

In front of the tomb, stood a woman in a purple brocade dress. Her beauty was otherworldly and difficult to describe in earthly words.

In her hand, she held a red wooden comb, which she regarded as a treasure, the most valuable thing in the world.

Originally, Liu Nansheng wanted to bury the old monk in a special place, integrate him into an object, and carry him with him forever.

The old monk saw through Liu Nansheng's intention and made it clear in advance that he didn't want her to do so.

Out of respect, Liu Nansheng had to give up this idea and buried the old monk at the foot of a mountain in the town according to the old monk's arrangements before his death.

In order to prevent others from disturbing the old monk's sleep and destroying his tomb, Liu Nansheng set up restrictions in the area and prohibited others from approaching.

For the rest of his life, Liu Nansheng would definitely come here often to pay tribute, reminisce about the past, and express his inner thoughts.

"Old bald donkey, I'm leaving."

After staying for a long time, even though Liu Nansheng was very reluctant, he had to face the reality and it was time to leave.

After Liu Nansheng left, someone actually crossed the forbidden barrier she left behind, strode in, and walked to the front of the tomb.

Chen Qingyuan is here.

He did not break the restrictions of this place and came in by special means.

Staring at the tombstone for a long time, silent.

He poured a glass of wine and spilled it on the ground.

With a light sigh, Chen Qingyuan turned and left.

After witnessing the old monk's life, Chen Qingyuan's mood was more or less affected.

The gentle breeze blew the few blades of grass beside the grave.

The famous old abbot of Buddhism is buried here.

In his previous life, he worked hard for Buddhism.

In this life, live according to your own wishes, with the people you love, and leave no regrets.

The old monk's life journey came to an end and came to a perfect conclusion.

The story of Shijiang Town ends here.

The old monk's legends and deeds are still circulating throughout the world.

......

Chen Qingyuan left Shijiang Town and went to the nearby prosperous area to inquire about the news. In the past hundred years, nothing major had happened in various places and it was very peaceful.

The more peaceful it is, the more oppressive the feeling is that a storm is about to come.

"Since there is nothing else to do, let's go to Cangyuzhou!"

Hurry up and don't want to delay.

There were no minor incidents along the way.

Smoothly entered Cangyuzhou and headed straight for Xuanling Holy Land.

In order to give Wang Taohua a surprise, Chen Qingyuan did not give her any prior notice.

When they arrived at the destination, they were high in the sky, looked down, and locked onto Wang Taohua's breath.

"Still within the Holy Land."

There are many complex blockades, so Chen Qingyuan can only sense Wang Taohua's approximate location and cannot see the specific situation clearly.

Well, for the sake of this special precious medicine that was contaminated with the rules of chaos, Wang Taohua didn't dare to leave even a step and used many trump cards, not wanting any accidents to happen.

If Chen Qingyuan forcibly peeked, it would definitely attract Wang Taohua's attention. This was inappropriate and somewhat impolite.

"Old Wang, are you still alive?"

Chen Qingyuan sent a message inside.

Wang Taohua, who was located deep in the holy land, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, a voice reached her ears, causing Wang Taohua's body to tremble violently. Then she opened her eyes, her face showing surprise and joy.

"If you bastard aren't dead, I must still be alive."

Wang Taohua responded.

On the top of a certain misty fairy mountain in the holy land, there is a stone table and two stone benches.

Two people sat down, one wearing a pink brocade dress and the other wearing a green gown.

This scene on the top of the mountain was not discovered by others.

We met again after many years and I felt a lot of emotions.

"You actually gave the position of enlightenment to your confidante, how amazing!"

Wang Taohua was filled with admiration, but felt deeply regretful that she could not witness it with her own eyes because of the special precious medicine.