"You just said Tao Shengyi, is my father a Taoist? What are the main schools of practice in the outside world?"
At this time, I suddenly changed my question to a question involving the essential context of this world of cultivating immortals.
"You should also know when you see the Tai Chi diagram that what he practices is indeed Taoism. I don't have a lot of information about the outside world in my memory. I only know that it is roughly divided into three main schools of cultivation: Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, and there are countless schools under each school.
Zongmen academies and temples of the Qing Dynasty, etc.”
He said: "Of course, there are still some unpopular heresies, but I don't know the details."
After a conversation with him, my understanding of the Demon Emperor and the outside world was no longer a fog, but had a basic outline and framework. It can be said that I gained a lot.
This information is unknown to the castle owner. After all, his highest achievement when he was outside was only the peak of acquired martial arts, and he had never set foot in cultivation.
"So, what exactly does he want you to tell me?" I took a deep breath and asked the last question.
"I'm telling you, don't blame him!" he said.
"That's it?" I frowned.
"That's it!" His voice was very firm.
"Absurd!" I couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily, "I don't believe it!"
"Hahaha... you know everything you need to know, that's all that's left!"
The voice laughed heartily and said: "He cares about you very much and is also full of apologies for you. After all, he left you alone in that illusory world."
Just this sentence completely dissipated my anger and my mood calmed down. At the same time, an uncontrollable sense of grievance arose in my heart, and I couldn't help but cry.
"Oh... don't cry! I don't know how to deal with you like this. He never taught me!"
The voice said in an extremely exaggerated manner, but I was no longer in the mood to pay attention to it. At this moment, I just wanted to vent and completely reveal all the grievances in my heart for so many years.
For how many years, I have been pretending to be strong, pretending to be happy, pretending...it's not really pretending, at least I was really happy at that time.
It's just that every time I'm alone in the dead of night, I feel lonely. Especially after I grow up and become wiser, this feeling becomes more intense.
You only know how good you have it when you lose it. There is never a time when you can only envy it.
Therefore, I cherish family affection very much. Whether it is the castle owner, Yaoyao, Yanjing, or every villager in Dongfang Fort, I have the greatest enthusiasm and treat them all as family members.
Although some people are closer and some are farther away, the attitude is the same.
But I only have a conflicting attitude toward my father. On the one hand, I hate him for leaving me here alone. Although I also understand that he has his own reasons, sometimes, when his emotions become stubborn, he really can't calm down.
On the other hand, I miss him very much. It’s not easy to miss him, and I also put a lot of effort into making sure that I can grow up safely.
Especially as I grew up and learned more and more about his arrangements back then, this mixed feeling of gratitude and longing also grew a lot.
I have been controlling and controlling all these years, and now after hearing the words "Don't blame him" from the piece of consciousness he left behind, the wall that had been blocking my heart finally collapsed completely.
"Does your voice sound like him?" I asked with a choked voice, and this question that was equally important to me suddenly came to mind.
Since I can never see your face, let me hear your voice!
"I really want to say the same thing, but I really don't know..." he said, with a trace of hesitation evident in his tone.
Listening to what he said, I already understood that according to what he said before, my father's approach of trying not to leave anything directly related to him is probably different.
Seeing my disappointed expression and feeling that I was beginning to feel sad again, he hurriedly said: "By the way, he not only left you a message, but also a gift!"
"A gift?" I asked in surprise.
"Yes, have you forgotten? When you came in, I said that you will eventually see this door, this space and the carrier of my existence." He explained very seriously.
"what is that?"
"You'll know soon..."
"Did you disappear then?"
"Yes! Although I have always wanted to be free, when this moment actually comes, I still feel a little reluctant to let go..."
"Can you not dissipate?"
"Can't!"
"Is there no way to prevent this from happening?" I asked anxiously. At this moment, I actually felt an inexplicable feeling of being reluctant to let go of him, even though we had only been in contact for a short period of time.
This time he didn't answer me immediately, and the bone room fell into a long silence.
Just when I was about to ask again, his voice suddenly appeared.
Just listen to him say: "If you see him one day, and let him have a glimmer of consciousness where we were separated, maybe we will meet again."
"Okay! I will definitely give it a try then, and we will meet." I said, but I knew all this was impossible.
What is separated again must be a brand new consciousness, personality, speech, behavior, etc. It may still be like him, but it will definitely not be him, and it will not remember everything that happened today.
For my safety, my father had set everything up from the very beginning. As meticulous as he was, he would not have left any loopholes like this.
"Okay, it's time for me to go!" He said: "This short time with you is the happiest time I have had in the past hundred years."
As he spoke, his voice sounded smaller and smaller, as if it was gradually fading away.
But during this process, a large number of light spots suddenly filled the bone chamber, and they quickly gathered together to form a human figure with its back to me.
This back, this body type, and this outfit are not the people in white we saw in the photo mask before!
Or rather, my father!
"Could things still be turning around?" At this moment, my heart suddenly beat violently, full of expectation.
I saw the man in white starting to turn his head after taking shape, as if he wanted to look at me, or let me look at him...
But as soon as his turning movement appeared, it seemed to have triggered a certain inexplicable law left in this space, and the bodies that had finally gathered together began to be annihilated in an instant.
"No--"
Seeing this scene, I let out an unwilling cry and rushed forward quickly.
However, when I finally passed through it, the body had disappeared just as I stood up.
At the same time, the entire bone chamber began to become hazy, and everything around it seemed to be disappearing, gradually returning to nothingness and turning into a thick fog, just like the fog billowing inside the cloud wall. (To be continued)