A World Worth Protecting

Walk in heaven and earth, walk in the four seasons, walk in life.

Wang Baole, step by step, walked forward, the more he went, the more peaceful his heart was, the more he went, the more peaceful his soul, the more he went, the deeper his eyes.

Time is passing, the wind and snow become wind and rain, the moon has replaced the sun, and the day has turned into night. In the cycle of each other, Wang Baole does not know how many collars he has traveled, how many regions he has traveled, how many mountains have been crossed, and he has crossed. How much sea.

Until this day, he saw a bridge.

A huge and endless bridge appeared in front of him, as high as the sky.

The quaint carvings, unknown runes, blue-black masonry, and the surrounding of a beast make this bridge seem to be a creation of the universe itself. Although it is not exquisite, it is in the rough, revealing nothingness. Domineering!

This breath rushed towards Wang Baole, making Wang Baole who was standing in front of the bridge roar, and at the same time, it was more vicissitudes of life, like the wind blowing from the eternal years, permeating Wang Baole's surroundings, as if carrying He dreamed back to ancient times, in that deserted wilderness, in the whimper of the wind, he felt like the whirling sound of the lonely sound of the Qiang flute.

In the echo of this whimper, in Wang Baole’s eyes, there seemed to be figures on the bridge. Most of these figures were monks, and any one of them possessed the wave of cultivation that would shake the world. They... are different. Years, at different times, appeared on this bridge and moved towards this bridge.

"This is..." After a while, following the silhouettes on the bridge in front of him, the blur gradually disappeared. When the bridge resurfaced in Wang Baole's eyes, a murmur came from his mouth.

"Take the sky bridge." It was not Wang Baole who said these three words, but the prince who appeared beside Wang Baole at some unknown time.

The king's father was dressed in white, with white hair and calm eyes. He looked up at the footbridge, and then at Wang Baole, who was holding a fist to meet him at the moment.

"Bao Le, are you ready to come here?"

Wang Baole thought for a while, shook his head, and spoke softly.

"Senior, please wait for me some more time. The younger generation's Taoism and obsessions are still a bit far from being complete."

"It's okay, I'm waiting for you here." Father Wang gave Wang Baole a deep look, nodded, and sat cross-legged in front of the bridge, his eyes closed.

Wang Baole bowed again, sitting cross-legged in front of the bridge, raised his right hand, looked at the palm and the world inside, and slowly closed his eyes.

The soul returns to hometown.

As a junior, it is Wang Baole's heart and reason to receive the kindness of the senior.

Similarly, as a son of man, filial piety is naturally important, so... Before stepping on the sky bridge, Wang Baole’s body stayed here, and his soul has entered the world in the palm of his hand, entered the world of stone tablets, entered the solar system, and walked Into... the earth.

His parents are already old.

Although the catastrophe in the stele world did not affect the Federation, the years passed still took away the black hair of his parents and left wrinkles for them.

The return of Wang Baole made the two old people very happy. As for Wang Baole's younger sister, she was already married and led an ordinary life. Although Wang Baole's existence made them different from ordinary people, in general, happiness is good.

Watching parents and sisters happy, Wang Baole also became happy.

Time passed slowly. In this stone tablet world, on this earth, Wang Baole's return seemed to have turned into an ordinary mortal, accompanied by his parents and walked the last road of life in this life.

Day after day, parents’ gray hairs grew more and more, until in the end... They took Wang Baole’s hand, in the emotions of his father, in the instructions of his mother, and softly comforted by Wang Baole, slowly, two An old man closed his eyes.

Wang Baole does have a way to return to heaven. He can even let his parents and parents, most likely in this life, live forever in the stele world. But this proposal was declined by his parents. He felt the wishes of his parents. They ...I just want to spend the rest of my life quietly, then reincarnate and start a new life.

Everyone needs to have the right to be autonomous in his life. Even if he is a son of man, he should not impose his will on it. In that case... it is not filial piety.

The mother's only requirement is to still become lovers with Wang Baole's father after being reincarnated, experience romance in different lives, and stay together for generations and generations.

Regarding this request, Wang Baole's father was still trying to speak while he was still alive, but after taking a glance at his wife, he obediently closed his eyes.

This is not death, but a new journey, so don’t be sad, you need blessings.

Wang Baole still couldn't help but tears appeared in his eyes, but with a smile on his face, he personally painted the soul face for the soul of his parents, fixed the marriage, and sent him into reincarnation.

Just like sending brothers off, Wang Baole's smile became softer when he looked at them after his parents were born in the next life.

As for his sister, Wang Baole also left a similar arrangement. How to decide depends on his sister.

After doing this, Wang Baole's heart became more peaceful. On this earth, he was walking in the misty city, the sky was raining, and there were not many pedestrians on the streets.

The world looks a little hazy.

In this rain, in this hazy, Wang Baole step by step, until he was about to cross the road, he stopped, turned his head and looked behind him, at the corner of the street behind him, a Liying stood there, holding a handful of red Striped umbrella, wearing a white dress, is staring at himself.

Looking at each other for three breaths, Wang Baole showed a smile on his face, clasped his fists, and bowed deeply.

Liying was silent, put away the umbrella, revealing Li Wan'er's pretty face, letting the rain fall on her body, leaning back to Wang Baole across the road, and bowing.

After this worship, the two turned around and walked farther and farther.

Wang Baole walked out of the misty city and walked to the misty Taoyuan. In the back mountain of the Taoyuan, there is a tree-lined path with peach blossoms on both sides, which is very beautiful.

The rain seems to have stopped here, and I don't want to be disturbed, but the wind is naughty, still coming, causing many petals to be curled off, surrounding a beautiful shadow, as if competing for fragrance and unwilling to leave.

In the midst of the peach blossoms, Wang Baole walked over, looking at the innocent and pretty face, and the memory of the past emerged, it was... Zhou Xiaoya.

"Is it parting?" Zhou Xiaoya whispered.

"Yes." Wang Baole replied softly.

"I want to say goodbye." Zhou Xiaoya was silent, and said loudly after a long while.

Goodbye and see you again.

"Goodbye." Wang Baole smiled and nodded heavily. In this peach blossom dancing room, without holding a fist, he turned and walked away. He left the Misty Daoyuan, and said goodbye to the ancestors of the flames and other deceased masters. In the end, he came to a place. Mountain, this mountain is very beautiful, located in the polar region, filled with snow.

Snow is still floating in the sky, crystal clear, revealing sacredness.

There is a wooden house on the top of the mountain. When the snow falls, from a distance, it seems that the wooden house is dressed in a white wedding dress.

In a wooden house like a wedding dress, there is a woman who sits cross-legged in meditation with a firm expression. It seems that practice is the eternal way in her life.

She is called Zhao Yameng.

When Wang Baole came, Zhao Yameng opened his eyes, with a smile like a flower on his beautiful face, and spoke softly.

"Bao Le, what is a Taoist couple?"

"The road of spiritual practice is lonely, and we need to have fellow practitioners who will join hands all the way to the end. They are also teachers, friends, and companions. There are relatives, affections and thoughts." Wang Baole answered with a smile.

"Goodness." Zhao Yameng smiled, with an elegant smile and calm eyes.

"Goodness." Wang Baole smiled, sitting next to Zhao Yameng, his eyes closed.

When he opened it again, he was no longer on the earth, but his soul returned to Xiangang. Looking at the royal father who was meditating under the bridge, Wang Baole's eyes were bright and he spoke softly.

"Senior is waiting, junior... is ready."