After talking with Aunt Liu in the courtyard for more than an hour, Aunt Liu could no longer hold on and slowly closed her eyes.
Mu Qing bestowed a wisp of merit upon Aunt Liu. The golden lotus hovered in mid-air, radiating brilliant golden light. The golden light and the power of merit protected Aunt Liu's soul as she entered the underworld for reincarnation.
At the same time, the sound of Ao Bupa wailing could be heard from inside the courtyard.
Neither Mu Qing nor Murong Yu went in to disturb him.
The next morning, Ao Bupa finally composed himself, and carrying Aunt Liu's body, he stepped out of the courtyard that had imprisoned Aunt Liu for three years and exhausted her last bit of life.
Mu Qing and Murong Yu did not ask any further questions, nor did they go to see the old man who had been tortured to death in the courtyard.
"Everything is governed by cause and effect, and cause and effect are self-circulating. As you sow, so shall you reap."
"When he laid a hand on Aunt Liu, his fate was perhaps sealed."
As Mu Qing turned around, her fingers twitched slightly, and fallen leaves and dust flew up in the courtyard. When the wind stopped and the leaves fell, there was a small, nameless mound of earth in the courtyard.
"Clinging to life and fearing death, they take other people's lives."
All that painstaking effort, all for nothing.
Ao Bupa and his group silently returned to the nearby Half-Demon Mountain.
Half-Demon Mountain is only separated from the mountain by a canyon.
It is completely different from the barren mountains that do not leave the mountains, where there are no trees or animals.
Half-Demon Mountain soars into the clouds, its slopes covered with lush vegetation.
The concentration of spiritual energy here is somewhat thinner than in places like the Western Wilderness City.
Therefore, no monsters settled there.
The cave dwelling of the Half-Demon Sect is located in a valley surrounded by the Half-Demon Mountain.
The valley is very large.
In the valley, there is a stream with crystal-clear water.
Murong Yu and his companion also saw vegetable gardens and orchards in the valley.
It was the junior disciples of the sect who were managing it. They had not yet practiced fasting, and the food they grew was just enough to eat.
The oldest in the valley is Qingzhu, who is fifteen years old this year and has only recently begun to cultivate Qi.
There were also a few younger than him, who looked to be between five and ten years old.
The children were all very sensible and worked with Qingzhu every day.
When Qingzhu was cultivating, we never disturbed him.
Moreover, they would work together to start a fire and cook their own meals.
The youngest child was a little girl.
She has a pair of water-blue eyes like the ocean, and her little feet are soaking in the stream, swinging up and down, splashing water everywhere.
Tilting her little head, she looked at the water droplets splashing into the air with amazement in her eyes.
The water droplets, illuminated by the sunlight, refracted a dazzling array of colors.
Qingzhu was wearing a gray cloth robe, her dark hair was tied up high with a gray cloth ribbon, and her sleeves and trouser legs were rolled up.
He was clearing weeds from the vegetable garden, and three children, dressed in gray cloth and barefoot, were squatting by the edge of the garden pulling weeds.
Seeing Ao Bupa return out of the corner of her eye, Qingzhu put down her hoe and ran towards him.
The boy had handsome features and a tall, upright posture.
Upon approaching, he was stunned to see the emaciated figure in Ao Bupa's arms.
Although the scent was faint, he recognized it immediately as Aunt Liu's scent.
Moreover, it was Aunt Liu who had already stopped breathing.
Each step felt like it weighed a ton, and tears welled up in my eyes.
A moment later, tears welled up in her eyes.
The little ones who came with him watched Ao Bupa's dejected mood and Qingzhu's silent tears.
The little body shrank closer to Qingzhu's feet, and its eyes quickly filled with tears.
They all knew that Ao wasn't afraid to go out and look for Aunt Liu.
Seeing this scene, everyone seemed to have guessed what was going on, and they silently shed tears as well.
Seeing this, Ao Bupa felt a pang of sorrow and choked out, "Alright, stop crying. Aunt Liu will be sad to see this. We...we'll give her a proper send-off..."
Upon hearing this, Qingzhu forcefully wiped away her tears and nodded heavily.
Seeing this, the little ones at his feet also wiped their tears and nodded heavily, just like him.
The shortest little boy, Xiaoxiao, had dirt on his hands and on his face, mixed with tears, making his face black and messy.
The youngest little girl, Jiaozhu, stood beside him, looking somewhat bewildered.
Seeing that the little boy's face was covered in dirt, she tiptoed and used her sleeve to wipe the dirt off his face.
In the end, Aunt Liu was buried on the mountainside of Half-Demon Mountain, in a place full of willow trees and pale purple flowers.
The young disciples of the Half-Demon Sect picked the most beautiful flowers from their hearts and placed them at Aunt Liu's tombstone.
Kneeling before Aunt Liu's grave, she sobbed softly, reluctant to leave.
Mu Qing and Murong Yu accompanied them silently throughout, without disturbing Ao Bupa.
Although Mu Qing knew where Aunt Liu's soul had gone, he hoped she would have a peaceful and prosperous next life.
However, he did not offer any words of advice.
Because he knew that Ao was not afraid of their tears, because it was out of affection for Aunt Liu in this life.
Even if the soul is reincarnated, there will be an afterlife.
However, this contemporary friendship is ultimately different.
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