A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 592 The Last Fate!bone dust in a dream
Outside the Shenjiezong, there is a mortal village.The houses are scattered and very old.There are only a few dozen families in the whole village.At night, that small village was extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.

All the villagers have already fallen asleep.

At this time, a boy in civilian clothes came from the entrance of the village.He was only about seventeen or eighteen, and his steps were very slow.At that moment, he seemed to cherish every step he took.

His eyes were very clear, but a little lonely.

There are several dogs that don't seem to be asleep.

However, with a light wave of the boy's hand, a strange aura came out.All the dogs also yawned long.In an instant, they all prostrated themselves on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

The boy smiled faintly and walked almost across the entire village.

Then, in front of a mud house, the boy stopped in his tracks.The earthen house has completely collapsed.The yard is full of weeds.

It was an old house that had been abandoned for an unknown period of time.

The young man stared at the old house for a long time, then sighed, and then took out a wine jar from his arms.

Slap open the mud seal, and the aroma of wine overflows.

The boy flipped his wrist and spilled half of the wine in front of the ancient house.

All the wine soon seeped into the soil.

"Father, I'm back to see you!" There was a slight smile on the young man's face, but his tone was a bit sad, "It's just that I don't know where your soul is gone. I am grateful for the fate of our life!"

After all, the young man stepped up, and saw that he had landed directly on a short mountain at the entrance of the village.

The view on the dwarf hill is very good, and you can overlook the whole village here.

The boy picked up a stone and sat on it.

He remembers every house, household, and even every corner of the village; he remembers his father, Aunt Zhang, and the little girl next door, Hua'er.

Scenes of the past flashed through his mind.

Once, the teenager spent a wonderful time here.At that time, he even somewhat forgot that he was a cultivator.

Soulless people, why do they have feelings?Soulless, why is there love?Those sincere and simple faces often come back in his midnight dreams.

If he was just himself, then he might be willing to remain a mortal in that small village.

However, the boy is not just himself.

"Respect everyone!"

The boy looked at the village, then smiled and raised the wine jar.The remaining half of the altar of wine was spilled again, and he drank the rest directly with his head on his head.

The wine, left along the jaw, wet his skirt.

Snapped--

Then, the boy threw the wine jar directly under the rock.

call--

He let out a foul breath.

The whole village is still quiet.At this time, the boy took out a bamboo flute from his arms.With the fife in front, the young man breathed out.

In the dead of night, the sound of the flute was melodious, spreading for several miles.

I don't know what tune that boy is playing.However, the tune is melodious and extremely soothing.Surrounded by the sound of the flute, the entire mountain village is endless.

However, no one woke up.

There was a faint smile on the boy's face.

That smile is very warm.

His eyes are still bright.

This small village has four distinct seasons.At this time, it was late autumn, and the original fallen leaves were rolling.However, just after the sound of the flute was remembered, snowflakes floated in the sky.

The snowflakes are as white as catkins, but they melt as soon as they hit the ground.

It was a heavy snow, but there were no traces on the ground.

Gradually, dawn seemed to appear in the east, and night turned into morning.

Inside and outside the village, the grass is gradually turning green.

All the trees are beginning to germinate.It is full of vitality and greenery.Except for the people in the small village who are still awake, the whole village is full of vitality.

The grass is green and the flowers are blooming, and the fragrance is dark.

What a paradise!
call--

The wind is coming.

wow——

rain go.

With the sound of the boy's flute, wind, frost, snow and rain, the four seasons of reincarnation.

Everything seems to be performed in an instant.It begins in winter and ends in autumn.The boy closed his eyes and played the flute seriously.

However, there were tears in the corner of his eyes, streaming down.

Young man, don't be windy, Bai Lai values ​​friendship more.

The sound of the flute did not stop, and the singing began again.

"The sun and the moon are not drowning suddenly, spring and autumn are the order of the day; the mountains and rivers hate you when you don't see them, how can life and death be justified?"

It was the boy's singing, echoing throughout the small village.

That song was full of desolation.

At this time, with his flute and singing, the four seasons in the small village no longer turn.

Everything, stay in the last autumn.

Falling trees are rustling, and autumn thoughts are rolling.

call--

The wind comes again.

Everything in the small village began to gradually dissipate amidst the flute and singing.

One family, two families...

One household, two households...

Everyone in the village disappeared in their sleep.They all turned into blue smoke, and then those blue smoke floated in the void, gradually turning into white dust.

From bones, to bones.

That's white bone meal!
call--

In the end, they were all blown away by the wind.

The whole village, completely disappeared.Here, it became a wilderness, empty and white.

The boy's face was full of tears.

"Everyone, I personally sent you on the road. May you rest in peace forever in the bones!"

Snapped--

As soon as the boy flipped his hands, the fife in his hand instantly turned into powder.

And that young man jumped up and ran back to Shenjiezong.He realized his last fate in the Bone Continent.

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Divine Tribulation Sect.

Bailai was still the same, he didn't go to other places, but went directly to the former Yanggen Peak.Back then, Yanggen Peak was completely bloodbathed in five rounds and a battle of bones.

Today's Yanggen Peak is different from the past.Here, there are no cultivators from the Shenjie Sect, but it is deserted.However, when it's free, I still like to come and see it.

The youth's past is in the village; Fengxi's past is in Wulunzong; and the past that really belongs to Bailai is actually in Yanggen Peak.

Here, he spent many years as an old repair boy.

Laughing and cursing, and being bullied.

Cultivate the ordinary mind and refine the ordinary mind.

If it weren't for the final bone of bones and five rounds of battle, Bailai would have continued.

On Yanggen Peak, he has carefully cleaned every cave.

Here, he witnessed the five rounds from prosperity to decline; here, he saw countless monks coming and going.

Bai Lai hunched over and walked up the mountain road.At some point, he already had a bucket of water and cleaning tools in his hand.

Go in one by one, and clean up one by one.

In fact, the remnants of some caves are still there, so there is no dust accumulation.However, Bai Lai cleaned carefully without using any spells.

Because, this is the last time.

He is doing his last heart, his last strength.

"Alas—" Bai Lai sighed, "It's all in vain. In fact, why did you fight to the death? Whether it's five rounds or white bones, the old man is leaving. The cave must be clean!"

"Master, don't blame me!"

Bai Lai stood in the middle of Yanggen Peak, looking around at the former five round peaks.

Su Mo still stood outside the mountain gate cave, watching everything.

In a blink of an eye, it will be almost seven days.

　Praise for the motherland!May the motherland be prosperous and strong forever, and the people be happy!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)