Chapter 504: To Enter Taoism, One Must First Enter the Mortal Realm

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Decades have passed.

Chu Xiu is gray-haired, hunched over, and leaning on a cane. He is too old to walk anymore.

Many of his servants have died of old age.

Those who have not died of old age have been rewarded with money and sent back to their hometowns to live in old age.

He is alone in the clinic.

He works from sunrise to sunset, with a solitary lamp, tea and a bamboo chair.

The annual Lantern Festival is here.

He sits in front of the door, and the blood-red sunset stretches his hunched figure very long.

He holds the bamboo strips, squinting his eyes, and carefully weaves the lantern.

Soon, the frame of the lantern is woven.

He takes out the white paper, pastes the lantern, then picks up the brush, dips it in a little ink, and draws flowers, birds, fish and bamboo.

After the ink dries, he lights the lantern and hangs it in front of the door.

Looking at the lantern, a smile from the heart appears on his old face, and a ray of divine brilliance flows in his turbid old eyes.

: "This is life, this is the way."

He shook his head, closed the door and went to rest.

The next day, early in the morning.

A luxurious convoy slowly drove in.

It stopped at the door of the clinic.

The curtain of the most luxurious carriage in the middle of the convoy was pulled open.

An old woman with white hair and gorgeous clothes was helped out of the car.

Turning her head to look at the familiar houses, wooden bridges, streams, and bamboo forests around her, the old woman's eyes were filled with tears.

She walked towards the clinic tremblingly.

Knocked on the door gently.

Dongdongdong——

After a while, the door opened, and an old, wrinkled, and age-spotted face came into view.

She could vaguely see a familiar outline on this face.

Two lines of tears slid down her cheeks, and the old woman trembled and said, "Teacher, I'm back!"

Chu Xiu showed a kind smile on his face, just like in the past, "You're back, come in!"

The old woman nodded and followed Chu Xiu into the house.

Looking at the familiar furnishings in the room, the old woman's heart was full of complexities.

: "Teacher, not long after I got married, I followed my husband's family to the capital Xianyang. I have never been able to come back to see you. I feel really uneasy!"

Chu Xiu waved his hand and led her to sit down at the wooden table.

He poured her a glass of water and then said, "What's so good about my old bones? As long as you live well, that's enough."

The old woman held the steaming cup of water and looked at the old man in front of her with tears in her eyes.

: "Teacher, have you been alone all these years?"

Chu Xiu nodded and smiled, "I'm used to being alone. How about you? Are you living well?"

"Well-" the old woman nodded, "A life of wealth and glory, and a house full of children and grandchildren."

The two chatted and talked about family matters without any estrangement, just like in the past.

The sun was setting in the west.

It was dusk.

The old woman was about to leave, and before leaving, she invited Chu Xiu to go to the county town to retire.

Chu Xiu declined.

Watched the convoy go away.

He resumed his life alone again.

Spring went and autumn came, and one morning three years later.

A speeding carriage broke the silence.

: "Grandpa, is Grandpa here?"

The driver jumped off the carriage and rushed into the clinic.

: "What's wrong?"

An old voice came from the side.

The young man turned his head and saw an old man with a hunched back and wrinkled face, carrying a medicine basket, walking from the river.

He hurried forward, crying and anxiously said: "Grandpa, I am the third-generation grandson of Qin Miao. My grandma is dying. I want to see you for the last time before she dies."

A wave of waves appeared in Chu Xiu's turbid old eyes.

He nodded and said nothing more. The clinic, which had not been closed for decades, closed for the first time today.

The young man helped him sit in the carriage.

He shouted, "Go——"

The carriage sped away.

At dusk.

The carriage arrived at the county town, a luxurious manor.

Knowing that Chu Xiu was coming, the owner of the manor came out to greet him personally.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties, with an elegant temperament and noble air.

His name was Yang Chong, the eldest son of Qin Miao, and he held an important position in the capital Xianyang.

Even after decades, the name of Chu Xiu, the left prime minister, was still well-known in Xianyang and well-known to everyone. His mother was his student, so their family could have a smooth career in the officialdom.

"Old man..."

Yang Chong bowed respectfully and personally helped Chu Xiu into the inner hall of the manor.

Passing through the corridors, rockery, and gurgling water.

Came to Qin Miao's courtyard.

Chu Xiu saw Qin Miao again. 33 Novel Network

She lay on the bed, dying, with death in her eyebrows, and she would not live long.

Chu Xiu sat beside her, holding her dry hand, silent.

Qin Miao opened her eyes, looked at him, and forced a smile on her face, "I wanted to take care of the teacher until the end of his life, but in the end I have to trouble you."

The direct descendants of the Yang family gathered around, and seeing this scene, many of them secretly wiped their tears.

"I'm used to being alone, and I'll be buried wherever I go!" Chu Xiu smiled lovingly, and the wrinkles on his face trembled.

Qin Miao also smiled, and a line of tears ran down her cheeks, "Teacher, I feel regretful."

"You said--" Chu Xiu patted her dry hands.

"Miao Miao wants to eat the chicken leg rice made by the teacher again." Qin Miao said weakly.

A touch of sadness appeared in Chu Xiu's turbid old eyes, and he nodded, "Okay, the teacher will do it for you."

: "Well, trouble the teacher!"

Qin Miao slowly closed her eyes, with a smile, and the last trace of vitality was cut off.

:"mother--"

Yang Chong rushed to the bed and cried.

For a while in the room, crying.

Chu Xiu stood up and gave the space to the descendants of the Yang family.

Come to the yard alone and look up at the starry sky.

For a long time, the people of the Yang family were called, and the boiler was raised in the yard and started stewed chickens.

Sitting in front of the fire, a little bit of firewood, in the eyes of turbid eyes, the fire was printed, and his mouth murmured to himself. Conscious childhood, there are also bloody youth, from the busy middle age of running to the old age of leisure and quietness, eventually belongs to a lot of loess. "

It happened at this time.

Boom ———————

There was a loud noise over Hongfeng County.

Someone screamed.

: "Demon, the monster invasion ..."

Above the sky, a group of blacks and different monsters are under the leadership of a big saint tiger monster. The number of saints and monsters rushed into Hongfeng County.

: "Killing and killing-"

: "Brothers, blood sacrifice throughout the city, refining blood dan-"

The demon people laughed wildly.

The screams in the city were repeated.

In Yangjia Manor, fear is spreading.

Yang Chong ran beside Chu Xiu and said anxiously: "The old man don't stew the chicken first, the monster is coming, you go to the underground safe house to avoid me."

Chu Xiu seemed to be a demon family who hadn't seen the sky, and a firewood came to the fire in a hurry.

: "Don't be in a hurry to stew immediately!"

: "Oh, when are you all? You are still stewed chicken ~" Yang Chong sweat, his face was anxious.

Chu Xiu unveiled the lid, picked up a pair of chopsticks, poked, and stewed the soft and glutinous chicken in the pot.

: "Well, okay-"

His corner of his mouth was tilted, picked up the bowl, made a well -grained rice, twisted a chicken leg, put it on a white rice, and poured some chicken soup in the rice.

Stand up and hand over the bowl to Yang Chong, "Send it to your mother's spirit."

Yang Chong took over, "Master, we ..."

He didn't say anything.

He opened his mouth and was shocked ...

The other Yang family also looked at Chu Xiu shocked.

I saw his original back, and I didn't know when it became straight.

Back facing everyone, lingering up in the air.

:"this--"

The Yang family was stunned.

: "Is this old man a great monk?"

Chu Xiu stepped towards Gao Tian step by step and came to the monster.

The big saint tiger monster headed at him fiercely, "Who are you !!"

Chu Xiu's turbid old eyes became profound at this time. At this time, he looked around and spit out: "Broken-"

Like a thunder, the monster clan invaded in Hongfeng County was shocked for nine days and ten days, and his body was stiff.

In the next moment, one by one turned into nothingness.

The head of the tiger -headed tiger opened, staring at Chu Xiu in horror, trembling: "Holy King, you are a holy king, how can you ..."

The words have just fallen, and the body is like other demon clan, which turns into nothingness.

The mortals of Hongfeng City, when they saw this scene, looked at the sky dullly, and they were on the ground, and they just shouted in their mouths.

The Yang family who knew Chu Xiu was shocked by lightning, looking at the elderly in the sky incredible.

Yang Chong looked down at his eyes, his hot chicken leg rice in his hand, his lips trembled, "Mother, what existence do you have to be a teacher."

All the demon clan was destroyed, Chu Xiu stood on the nine days, bathing star light, and slowly closed his eyes.

A kind of bright enlightenment rushed towards my heart, and the last little angle of the Tao was erased, and finally became round and natural.

"The monks in the world, asking for the Tao for a lifetime, I don't know, the Tao has always been at the foot of all beings."

"Hey, I asked for a hundred years of conscience, and I finally became clear."

"The monk enters the road, first enters all."

"So refined, you can return to one."

"It's been a long time since I have no ball to generate electricity, and the family sends one ... free, don't be white!"

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