Chapter 1132 Time is a passer-by through the ages

The small world where Licheng Ancestral Hall is located, inside the closed house.

The furnishings are simple, a table, a chair, and a wooden bed.

In addition to this, there is a picture hanging on the wall.

"He is like a devout pilgrim, always looking for a temple that may not exist."

…

Outside, the flames are still there.

The painting scroll in the furnace cauldron slowly shone with a faint light in the refining of the sea of ​​fire.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a voice echoing inside the scroll.

"What did I forget?"

"Is it a pity?"

"Still that sentence?"

"Perhaps I should ask someone to pass on a message to me."

The sound gradually dispersed and was burned by the sea of ​​fire.

…

The fire is getting bigger and stronger.

The earthen pot covering the top burned very red, and the medicinal liquid inside gradually became viscous in the high temperature.

Blisters appeared from time to time, and after bursting, the smell of medicine spread in this simple house.

The house is not big, surrounded by cabinets containing various medicinal materials.

In the middle, there are two people, an old man and a young man.

The old man was wearing a navy blue gown, with a head full of white hair, and a face with numbness formed by the passage of time. He was sitting in a rocking chair, looking at the sunset outside, wondering what he was thinking.

The young man looked at the old man, and after waiting, Shao Qing couldn't help but speak.

"Master, what happens next?"

"What then?" the old man asked.

"Story, what you just said, you forgot something, is it a regret, or is it that sentence? What is that sentence? Who can you tell it to? I can pass it on!"

When the old man heard this, his eyes fell on the medicine jar.

"This medicine is almost ready. Take it out, divide it into portions, and send them out one by one."

When the young man heard this, he quickly took out the medicine spoon, took out the thick medicine from the earthen pot one by one, put it in a medicine box, and ran out with it.

As soon as he left the medicine shop, he paused, looked back at his master, and couldn't help but speak.

"Master, wait until I finish delivering the medicine. Can you tell me that sentence? I will definitely pass it on. I am very curious. If you tell me, then I will also tell you a secret."

The old man nodded.

The young man looked forward to it, picked up the medicine box, and ran away.

Seeing the young man's figure disappear from his eyes, the old man's eyes became a little distracted.

"What is that sentence...I can't remember."

The old man murmured.

One night passed.

The boy who left did not come back.

Some people said that they saw an immortal and took him away.

Some people say that it was the night that swallowed it up.

And in the rest of his life, he never saw the old man.

It was as if everything was just an illusion in his trance.

Until ten years later, when he was about to pass away, he occasionally thought of his young apprentice, but he was not very impressed.

Because he has been recalling that sentence all his life.

That sentence seems to be in my memory, but I can't find it anywhere.

Finally, on the day of his death, when his memory turned into ashes and disappeared into the world, he remembered those words.

"Heaven and earth are the guest houses of all living things..."

"What's the next sentence?"

The old man had no answer.

Time has taken away his life and his spirit, leaving only a corpse left in this world, buried in the soil.

As time went by, the corpse and the soil were completely mixed together, indistinguishable from each other.

But the outside world is changing, the world has changed, and the once small town has turned into ruins and a wasteland.

I don’t know how much time has passed...

Until one day, a hoe was lifted up and fell on the soil of this wasteland.

Here, fields were cultivated, crops were planted, and villages were built.

The people who farmed the land were doing nothing, and they grew from young people to middle-aged people, and eventually became old people.

Before his death, he suddenly told his family members that he had been a high official, a businessman, a bandit, and a doctor, and he was buried here.

Therefore, he will be buried here in this life to give his future self some time to slow down the dissipation of his spirit.

The words he said before his death were full of conjecture. Some people heard them in their hearts, but most people would not take them seriously.

But no matter what, his body was finally buried in this soil.

He is so ordinary, like a drop of water in the ocean, he is gradually forgotten after a few years.

As spring passes and autumn comes, the village becomes the county town.

One winter many years later, at dusk, a middle-aged monk came to this place in the sky, riding on the wind.

He is a casual cultivator with no sect or sect. By chance, he entered a secret place and obtained a inheritance.

This inheritance is a remnant soul.

If you want to obtain inheritance, you need to fulfill the last wish of the remnant soul.

So, under the guidance of the residual soul, he came here.

In front of that piece of soil, the remaining soul walked out of his body and turned into a young man, staring at this land and this county.

Things have changed and people have changed. They are no longer the same.

The small town back then has become bigger, and the former drug store has become a school.

Staring at these, the young man vaguely seemed to see in his eyes that night many years ago, his first master in that medicine shop, and his master's story.

This happened so long ago that he thought he couldn't remember it.

After he was taken away by others and entered the world of cultivation, he also had his own bloom and his own life, including joys and sorrows, love and hatred.

He also reached a certain peak, but eventually fell and turned into a remnant soul. Over the years, he found that the most eternal thing in his memory was the scene from that year.

He wanted to know what the words that the master did not say were.

because……

The secret that he didn't have time to tell back then was that those words spoken by his master actually appeared in his dream before he became an apprentice in the apothecary shop.

He didn't know the reason, but now... he wanted to find out.

And I feel more and more that those words that Master did not say are very important.

"A lot of my spirit has dissipated, and now the remaining soul can't hold on for long... But I have a strong feeling that if I can't find the answer before it dissipates, then... there will be no future."

While muttering, his eyes fell on the school.

In the school, there is a teacher and seven students.

The sky is now dark red, and in the dusk, the schoolchildren are saying goodbye one by one.

The teacher also tidied up his clothes and was about to leave, but a schoolboy who had left came back again and stood at the door.

The gentleman paused and looked over.

The schoolboy bowed his head and bowed his head.

"Sir, I have a question. I can't find the answer because I don't have enough time. I met you here when I was gone, so I asked you. I hope you can clarify my doubts."

The gentleman was silent for a while, then slowly spoke.

"you say."
To be continued...