Chapter 1297 Nianyuan

Walking between heaven and earth, walking in the four seasons, walking in life.

Wang Baole just walked forward step by step. The more he walked, the more peaceful his heart became. The more he walked, the more peaceful his soul became. The more he walked, the deeper his eyes became.

Time is passing, the wind and snow have turned into 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 territories he has traveled, how many fields he has traveled, how many mountains he has climbed, and how many times he has crossed. How many seas.

Until this day, he saw a bridge.

A gigantic bridge that was as high as the sky, vast and endless, appeared in front of him.

The simple carvings, unknown runes, blue-black bricks and stones, and surrounded by a respectable beast make this bridge seem to be a creation of the universe itself. Domineering!

This breath came rushing towards the face, making Wang Baole standing in front of the bridge feel his heart roaring. At the same time, it was even more vicissitudes, like the wind blowing from the ages ago, pervading Wang Baole's surroundings, as if carrying He dreamed back to ancient times, in the barren wilderness, in the whimpering of the wind, he felt the whirling of the lonely sound of Qiang flute.

In the reverberation of the whimpering sound, in Wang Baole's eyes, figures seemed to appear on the bridge. Most of these figures were monks, and any one of them had a cultivation level that could shake the world. They... in different Years, at different times, appeared on this bridge, and walked towards this bridge.

"This is..." After a while, the figures on the bridge in front of him gradually faded away, and when the bridge reappeared in Wang Baole's eyes, a murmur came from his mouth.

"Stepping on the overpass." It was not Wang Baole who said these three words, but Wang Baole who appeared beside Wang Baole at some time... Father Wang.

Father Wang was dressed in white, with white hair and calm eyes. He also raised his head to look at the stepping bridge, and then looked at Wang Baole who greeted him with fists cupped at the moment.

"Baole, are you ready to come here?"

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

"Senior, please wait for me a little longer. The junior's Dao heart and obsession are still a little short of consummation."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you here." Father Wang took a deep look at Wang Baole, nodded, and sat cross-legged in front of the bridge with his eyes closed.

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

The soul returns to its hometown.

As a junior, one needs to repay the kindness received from his senior. This is Wang Baole's intention and his reasoning.

Similarly, as a son of man, filial piety is naturally important, so... Before stepping on the bridge, Wang Baole's physical 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 world. Into...Earth.

His parents are old.

Although the catastrophe in the stone tablet world did not affect the Federation, the passage of time still took away the black hair of parents and left them with wrinkles.

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

Seeing his parents happy, seeing his sister happy, Wang Baole also became happy.

Time passed slowly, and in this world of stone tablets, on this earth, Wang Baole seemed to have turned into an ordinary mortal when he returned, accompanying his parents through the last journey of his life.

Day after day, the white hairs of parents became more and more, until finally...they took Wang Baole's hand, under the emotion of their father, under the exhortations of their mother, under Wang Baole's soft comfort, slowly, the two The old man closed his eyes.

Wang Baole did have a way to return to heaven. He could even let his parents live forever in the world of stone tablets in this life, but this proposal was politely rejected by his parents. He felt their parents' wishes. They ...I just want to spend the rest of my life quietly, and then reincarnate to start a new life.

Everyone needs to have the right to self-determination in life. Even if you are a son of man, you should not impose your own wishes on it. In that case... it is not filial piety.

The mother's only request was that after reincarnation, she would still be lovers with Wang Baole's father, experience romance in different lives, and be together from life to life.

Regarding this request, Wang Baole's father hesitated to speak when he was dying, but after being gouged out by his wife, he obediently closed his eyes.

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

Wang Baole still couldn't help it, with tears streaming down his face, 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 off his senior brother back then, after waiting for his parents to be born one after another in their next life, looking at them, Wang Baole's smile became softer.

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

After doing this, Wang Baole felt more peaceful. On this earth, when he was walking in Misty City, it was raining and there were not many people on the streets.

The world looks a little hazy.

In this rain, in this haze, Wang Baole took one step at a time, 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 beautiful figure stood there, holding a red A striped umbrella, wearing a long white dress, is staring at herself.

The eyes met for three breaths, Wang Baole smiled on his face, cupped his fists and bowed deeply towards the figure.

Li Ying was silent, put away her umbrella, revealed Li Wan'er's pretty face, let the rain fall on her body, bowed back to Wang Baole across the road, and bowed.

After this prostration, the two turned around and walked further and further away.

Wang Baole walked out of Misty City and walked to Misty Taoist Temple. In the back mountain of Taoist Temple, there is a tree-lined path with peach blossoms blooming on both sides, which is very beautiful.

The rain seems to have stopped here, and I don’t want to disturb it, but the naughty wind still comes, causing many petals to be blown up, surrounding a beautiful figure, as if competing with it for fragrance, unwilling to leave.

Amidst the peach blossoms, Wang Baole came and looked at that pretty face with innocence. The memory of the past emerged, it was... Zhou Xiaoya.

"Do you want to say goodbye?" Zhou Xiaoya said softly.

"Yes." Wang Baole replied softly.

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

Goodbye, see you again.

"Goodbye." Wang Baole smiled and nodded heavily. In the midst of the flying peach blossoms, he turned and walked away without clasping his fists. He left the Piaomiao Taoist Temple, bid farewell to Master Lieyan Patriarch and other old friends, and finally, he came to a The mountain, this mountain is very beautiful, located in the polar region, filled with snow.

There are still snowflakes in the sky, crystal clear, revealing the sacred.

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

In the wooden house like a wedding dress, there is a woman sitting cross-legged in meditation with a firm expression, as if practicing is the eternal path in her life.

Her name is Zhao Yameng.

When Wang Baole came, Zhao Yameng opened her eyes, with a blooming smile on her beautiful face, she spoke softly.

"Baole, what is a Taoist companion?"

"The road of practice is lonely, and we need to have fellows who join us all the way to the end, who are teachers, friends, and companions, who have relatives, affection, and thoughts." Wang Baole replied with a smile.

"Good." Zhao Yameng smiled, with an elegant smile and peaceful eyes.

"Good." Wang Baole smiled, and sat beside Zhao Yameng with his eyes closed.

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

"Senior has been waiting for a long time, junior... is ready."