Shrouding the Sky: The Empress Against the Immortals

"Master, what are you digging for?"

Ling Song ran behind Gongyang Yongming, poking his head.

I saw that a small square pit had been dug in front of the old man. The height of the left and right knees was no more than two feet wide, which was almost just enough for a person to sit in.

The fresh yellow soil was piled up next to it, and some bamboo rhizomes, dead branches and leaves were mixed in it.

"Dig a place where fallen leaves return to their roots."

The old man straightened up with a hoe, gently rubbed Ling Song's head, and smiled slightly.

Ling Song was stunned for a moment: "Luo... the fallen leaves return to their roots?"

"Yes."

Gongyang Yongming smiled calmly, with a sense of letting nature take its course and wanting nothing.

"Cultivation has no years, and the end of the cold does not know the years. I am shocked to find that the single tree has become a forest at the hometown."

"When people are old, they always have to return to their roots." The old man said with a smile.

Looking at that kind face, Ling Song suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

She grabbed the other party's sleeve, nervousness written on her small face: "Master Old Goat, you...don't scare me."

"Hehe, silly girl, why am I scaring you? Birth, old age, sickness and death are just human, you don't need to be sad." The old man stroked Ling Song's hair, straightening out the messy hair she hadn't had time to comb.

But the more calm he was, the more flustered Ling Song became.

She had already thought of a certain result, and her eyes were flushed: "Master, I... I... But I have only studied with you for a year, and you haven't finished explaining the essence of the last few volumes of the Taiyin Ancient Classic to me. "

Ling Song worked hard to make up a reason to stay.

"That's enough. Finishing the first two volumes is enough. For my monks, the key lies in ourselves. The role of a master is just to lead the way." Gongyang Yongming looked at her with a smile. There was no parting in his eyes, only appreciation with recognition.

click...

Suddenly, the old man's body shook for a while, and he let out a muffled grunt, barely holding on to the hoe to stand still.

The veins on the back of the withered hand holding the hoe were bulging and trembling slightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Ling Song even saw a bloodstain on the old man's forehead!
A drop of bright red trickled out from the bloodstain, which was shocking.

"Old Goat Master!!" Ling Song was frightened and cried loudly.

She quickly hugged the old man's arm, very afraid that the old man would fall down.

"Don't cry!"

The old man forced a smile, and gently wiped away the tears on Ling Song's face with his hand.

"I'm about to transform, time is running out, you can't stay here, or the power of the law that escapes when transforming will hurt you."

He threw away the hoe, and slowly and firmly tore off Ling Song's hands holding his arms, wrapped Ling Song with divine power, and was about to send her away.

"do not want!"

Ling Song cried out in grief, tears rolling down in strings.

More than a year ago, when I first met Gongyang Yongming, the woodcutter uncle at the foot of the mountain also said that the old man had this appearance when he was a child, and now that uncle is several years old, the old man still has this appearance.

She thought that this kind and open-minded old man could live for a long time, and he could tell her some stories about the practice world after tea and dinner every day, and deliberately called her Xiaobaicai to amuse her in his spare time.

But it didn't come to this step all of a sudden.

It was all so sudden!
"Master, I won't call you Old Goat Master from now on. I will be obedient and not bicker with you. You can call me Xiaobaicai and Xiaoqingcai if you want. Anyway, don't die and survive, okay? Don't leave me alone."

Enveloped by the light, Ling Song couldn't move. He could only stand inside and try to reach out to the old man, crying loudly, heartbroken.

"Fool, who in the world can survive? If you don't become a fairy, everything will come to an end." Gongyang Yongming said softly.

He stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Ling Song's face through the light ball, his face showed a soft look.

There was finally a trace of reluctance in those cloudy eye sockets.

But only for a moment.

In an instant, it was replaced by free and easy calm.

Ling Song's eyes were red, and his voice became a little hoarse: "But I can't bear to part with you, my brother hasn't come back yet, once you left, master, my daughter is alone again, I don't know where to go... woo woo woo... "

"People always have to learn to face loneliness. I have no regrets in being able to pass on the mantle in the last year of my deathbed." The old man stretched out his hand, gently pushed the light ball, and sent Ling Song several feet away. .

"Master..." Ling Song called out loudly, reluctant to part with tears in his eyes.

The old man's body has begun to have the law of dao marks escaping, the silvery white hair gradually becomes transparent, and spots of light gradually emerge on the body surface.

This is a sign of formalization.

He really couldn't hold on anymore.

The light group wrapped around Ling Song left slowly, had already flown out of the range of the low mountain, and was landing towards the small village at the foot of the mountain.

Gongyang Yongming finally took a deep look at Ling Song, then turned around and walked step by step into the earth pit just dug in front of him.

"Pines and bamboos come together for thousands of years, and turtles and snakes come back in spring and autumn. There is no immortality and glitz, and every plant and tree is withered." The old man sat cross-legged in the pit.

He straightened his clothes, slowly finished the last four sentences, and then closed his eyes, calm and natural.

The soil beside the pit automatically flew up and fell on the old man's body, gradually burying him.

Eventually a small dirt bag was formed.

Soon, the power of Hua Dao began to spread, and the whole short mountain became hazy. There were pieces of law power rising on the short mountain, accompanied by pieces of light rain flying out from under the mound to the sky.

Finally, it dissipated in the void without a trace.

Watching the light and rain falling, Ling Song understood that everything is a foregone conclusion and cannot be undone.

The kind teacher and father who taught her carefully for more than a year bid farewell to her forever.

"Master!"

Ling Song, who was in great grief, sat on a stone in front of the small village, still sealed by the divine light ball left by the old man before his death, unable to move, and could only cry loudly while looking at the endless rain of light.

Hesitant and helpless.

The light curtain seemed to have sealed even her voice, no matter how much she cried, the villagers in the small village were not disturbed.

It wasn't until the sun rose from the top of the mountain and sprinkled a ray of golden light on the ground, and when some villagers went out to work, they found Ling Song who had passed out from crying.

At that time, the light group that sealed Ling Song had disappeared.

After being awakened, she thought about what happened just now, soared into the air like crazy, and flew to the tomb of the old man.

"Master..."

Ling Song was lying on the dirt, weeping sadly.

Not long after, the villagers at the foot of the mountain also rushed over. After seeing this scene, they were all taken aback.

"This is……"

"The old god... died?"

"It was so sudden. I even greeted him yesterday."

Everyone felt that it was very sudden. They didn't expect that kind old man who was happy to see everyone to pass away so quietly.

There had been no sign of it before.