"I'm so hairy!!!"
Ye Qingyun sounded like a mournful cry.
He sat in front of the small tomb, looking at the tombstone with a sad face, tears already welling up in his eyes.
Ever since Da Mao disappeared, Ye Qingyun couldn't eat or sleep. He walked in and out of the yard all day long, looking out from time to time.
It seems that he hopes to see the old figure of Da Mao wandering back.
pity.
No matter how many times Ye Qingyun looked around, he could not see Da Mao coming back.
After several consecutive days.
Ye Qingyun finally couldn't hold himself any longer.
He felt that Da Mao would never come back.
Ye Qingyun thought of his original world. In his original world, many dogs raised in rural areas would quietly leave home and hide in a place no one knew when they were about to die of old age.
Waiting for death.
Ye Qingyun didn't think about this aspect at first, thinking that Da Mao might have been stolen by the guy who blew up the latrine.
After Ye Qingyun calmed down in the past few days, he felt that it was unlikely.
Da Mao is just a stupid and rustic old dog.
Why would someone steal such an old dog?
Eating dog meat is too old.
The big hair was gone, so there was only one possibility: it felt that it was going to die of old age soon, so it hid from everyone and left the Shuiyue Sect alone to wait for death.
Thinking of this, Ye Qingyun felt as uncomfortable as possible.
Da Mao has been following him for more than ten years, ever since he traveled to this world and was trapped in Fuyun Mountain.
All the way to Zhenyuan Realm.
Always follow yourself.
In Ye Qingyun's mind, Da Mao is his only relative, and no one else's weight can compare with Da Mao.
Only Damao knows how he spent the ten years he was trapped in Fuyun Mountain.
Only Da Mao, when he missed his old world and cried silently,
Will stay by your side and accompany you.
Only Da Mao will never leave him no matter how he wanders around or how embarrassed he is to run for his life.
It is your true relative!
Ye Qingyun has already thought that no matter how long Da Mao lives, he will definitely make it start well and end well.
If Da Mao really died of old age, he would take Da Mao's ashes back to Fuyun Mountain and bury him there.
But Ye Qingyun didn't expect it.
The big hair is just gone.
Just like those loyal old dogs, they left home silently and died alone in the wilderness.
The most uncomfortable thing for Ye Qingyun was that he didn't even know where Da Mao died.
So he could only set up a tomb for Da Mao here.
Buried inside this grave were the mats that Da Mao usually lay on, as well as Da Mao's favorite hooves.
Ye Qingyun buried three big hoofs inside.
"Da Mao, Da Mao, you said that even if you are really going to die, why would you want to leave by yourself?"
"How uncomfortable you make me."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusha! You have been with me for more than ten years, and now you are gone. My heart feels so cold."
"Woooooooo!!!"
Ye Qingyun was crying, and there were many people standing not far away.
In addition to Huikong and Fang Yu, there are also Mei Changhai and many Shuiyue Sect disciples.
They all looked at Ye Qingyun silently from a distance.
Mei Changhai's expression was very complicated, with a hint of doubt.
And Fang Yu didn't understand why Ye Qingyun was so sad because of a dog.
Especially seeing Ye Qingyun crying so sadly at this moment, Fang Yu and Mei Changhai couldn't believe it.
The two of them couldn't help but look at Huikong.
But he saw Huikong standing there calmly, with a very calm face, and even a wise smile.
"Master Huikong, senior ancestor, what exactly happened?"
Mei Changhai asked in a low voice.
Huikong smiled slightly.
"Amitabha, some of you don't know. The Holy Son seems to be crying in sorrow, but in fact it is a very unique way of understanding the great truth."
"What?"
As soon as these words came out, Mei Changhai and Fang Yu were immediately confused.
A unique way to understand the great truth?
The two of them looked at Ye Qingyun who was wiping tears in front of the grave, and thought, what kind of method is this to comprehend the great truth?
Don't say goodbye.
Never heard of it.
"Master, my ancestor cried so sadly, is he really comprehending the great truth?"
Mei Changhai asked with some suspicion.
Huikong shook his head.
"Almsgiver Mei, your understanding is not enough to see the enigma of the Holy Son."
As he spoke, Huikong pointed at the sky.
He showed an enigmatic expression.
"The great avenues of heaven and earth are vast and inexhaustible, and the great avenues are formless and shapeless, yet they are ever-changing."
"Everyone has a different way of understanding the path."
"As far as the Holy Son is concerned, every word, every action, even the breath, is a reflection of the great truth."
"The realm of the Holy Son has already integrated the Tao of perception into every part of himself. At the click of a finger, the Tao is in his heart."
"So, the Holy Son seems to be crying at this moment, but in fact it is Dao Dao who has realized an extremely profound state."
Having said this, Huikong's face already showed a look of fanatical admiration.
The voice also became louder.
"Look, does the movement of the Holy Son when he cries have a unique charm?"
"Look again, on the tombstone carved by the Holy Son, there seems to be a vision of dragons and phoenixes dancing in every stroke!"
"Look at the tombstone again. It's round and full, and it fits perfectly with the surrounding mountain scenery. It's like a natural fit!"
"Wonderful! The Holy Son is indeed the Holy Son! No matter how hard the monk practices, he will never be able to reach such a state!"
Mei Changhai and Fang Yu, who were on the side, were dumbfounded when they heard the cry.
Good guy!
Is it really that magical?
But why can’t we both see so many ways?
Is it really true that his understanding is far inferior to Huikong?
Mei Changhai took a look at Huikong's bald head and thought that Master Huikong had always had amazing understanding. Could it be because he shaved his head?
If I, Lao Mei, also shave my head, will I be able to understand more about the words and deeds of my ancestors in the future?
Thinking of this, Mei Changhai touched his hair.
I'm already planning to shave my head.
Ye Qingyun didn't know how outrageous the thoughts of the three people not far away were at this moment.
He was only immersed in the sadness of Da Mao's departure.
Hard to extricate myself.
"Da Mao, Da Mao, if you leave like this, who will squat at my feet when I eat?"
"Without you, I, Ye Qingyun, will be alone from now on."
"Hey, you said it would be great if you lived for a few more years. It's not impossible for dogs to live to be twenty years old."
"You were quite energetic a few days ago, why did you leave so quickly?"
Ye Qingyun was sighing and suddenly raised his head.
Then I saw a big yellow-haired dog wandering out from behind the grave.
Ye Qingyun was suddenly startled.
Then he smiled bitterly.
"Da Mao, Da Mao, look, I've been crying for so long that I'm hallucinating."
"This hallucination is just like reality, as if you are alive again."
This chapter has been completed!