Dongsheng Shenzhou, Ganhe Mountain.
The mountains are picturesque, the waters are clear, the birds are singing, the flowers are fragrant, the flowers are in the forest and the stream, and the white deer are passing by the green cliffs. The sun shines on the fragrance and the wind moves the clouds.
At the Woxia Terrace on Ganhe Mountain, Fang Jian saw Yuan Tiangang with white hair and a haggard face.
With just one glance, Fang Jian could tell that he was at the end of his rope, and his immortal roots and luck in this life had completely dissipated. Even with magic spells, magical powers, elixirs, and remedies to prolong his life, he could not be saved.
Beside Yuan Tiangang were Zhang Sanfeng, Li Chunfeng, Wang Chongyang, and Bai Yuchan. When they saw Fang Jian falling, they immediately came forward to help.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, Fellow Daoist Li, Fellow Daoist Wang, and Fellow Daoist Bai." Fang Jian bowed and saluted the four of them.
Zhang Sanfeng and the other three bowed their heads to Fang Jian and said, "Greetings to Master Hongqing."
Fang Jian nodded towards the four of them, then pointed at Wen Zhenru beside him and said, "I've brought the person here."
Zhang Sanfeng, Li Chunfeng, Wang Chongyang, and Bai Yuchan immediately looked at Wen Zhenru. Bai Yuchan was stunned when he saw her. He said, "She is born with a natural jade bone and a beautiful divine figure. I never thought that Yumei even had an unparalleled bloodline of immortal bones."
"It's not necessarily true that his immortal bones are unparalleled." Li Chunfeng said beside him, "But this child's immortal bones are no less than that of Zhen'e."
Fang Jian, who was standing by, couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this. Ji Zhen'e was the future leader of Taoism, and Li Chunfeng actually compared Wen Zhenru to Ji Zhen'e. It seemed that this girl was really extraordinary?
Fang Jian had no doubt at all about the vision of these great Taoist figures in front of him. No matter whether they were from Taoism or Buddhism, all the well-known great figures, regardless of their level of Taoism or strength, first of all, their realm and vision were beyond doubt.
"Let's not talk about it for now." At this time, Zhang Sanfeng said, "Let the child meet fellow Taoist Yuan Tiangang."
Upon hearing this, the other people quickly made way. Fang Jian said to Wen Zhenru, "Hurry, go see your master."
Wen Zhenru looked at the hunched and old figure, hesitated slightly, then took a step forward and walked in front of Yuan Tiangang with his head lowered.
"Child, sit down." Yuan Tiangang's old and hoarse voice sounded, and Wen Zhenru immediately knelt down on the cushion in front of Yuan Tiangang.
When Wen Zhenru saw Yuan Tiangang's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable pain in his heart. At this moment, Yuan Tiangang was already exhausted and his body was shriveled. A breeze blew, and the Taoist robe on Yuan Tiangang's body swayed with the wind, as if the flesh inside the robe was empty.
Yuan Tiangang looked at Wen Zhenru with his cloudy eyes. After a while, he smiled slightly and said, "He is six points similar to your father..."
"Master..." Wen Zhenru didn't know what to say, so he just called out softly.
The breeze was blowing with a heavy sense of sadness, and there seemed to be a soft sigh in the wind, as if it was Yuan Tiangang's response, but also like the whimpering of the breeze.
At this moment, Yuan Tiangang suddenly sat up straight, a glimmer of glory on his haggard face. He looked at Wen Zhenru with his eyes, and then slowly said, "My child, your parents' affairs have nothing to do with you. It is they who have implicated you. The past is like floating clouds, so don't dwell on it. In the future, you should practice diligently, achieve immortality as soon as possible, and achieve freedom and ease."
"Okay, I've got that in mind, Master." Wen Zhenru replied softly.
Yuan Tiangang smiled and said, "Okay, then I won't say much. Come on, kid."
As he spoke, Yuan Tiangang took out a Sumeru sleeve from his sleeve and handed it to Wen Zhenru, saying, "This is what Master left for you. It contains all the hard work Master has put into his cultivation throughout his life. It will be of great help to you on your path of cultivation. You must make good use of it, practice diligently, and don't slack off..."
Wen Zhenru stared at Yuan Tiangang for a long time, his face hesitant for a long time, and finally stretched out his hands under Yuan Tiangang's earnest gaze and took the Sumeru wide sleeves.
Afterwards, Wen Zhenru knelt straight and said to Yuan Tiangang, "Thank you, Master."
When Yuan Tiangang saw Wen Zhenru taking the Sumeru broad sleeves, a relieved smile appeared on his face, but soon the smile on his face became stiff.
Wen Zhenru's eyes flashed, and as he looked at the light that quickly dissipated from Yuan Tiangang's face, a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, a deathly aura quickly enveloped Yuan Tiangang, and then all life was lost in Yuan Tiangang's eyes. His head drooped downwards, and there was no trace of life in him anymore.
Afterwards, a ray of fairy light wrapped Yuan Tiangang's soul and flew into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Sanfeng and others watched the immortal light fly away from Yuan Tiangang's body, and they knew that he had passed away, and his soul was led away by the Taoist immortal light. That place is the destination of the souls of all Taoist disciples after their death, and it is also the starting point of the afterlife.
Wen Zhenru was still kneeling there blankly, looking at Yuan Tiangang who had no trace of life, not understanding what was going on.
Growing up in Lei Ze, she had no idea about death, so she called out softly again, "Master?"
At this time, Fang Jian came to Wen Zhenru, bowed to Yuan Tiangang's body, and then said to Wen Zhenru: "Your master has passed away."
"He's still here." Wen Zhenru pointed at Yuan Tiangang.
Fang Jian said, "This 'leave' means death."
"What is death?" Wen Zhenru asked. "The Queen also mentioned this word, but I don't understand."
Fang Jian looked at Wen Zhenru's confused and inquiring eyes, then he slowly squatted down, picked up a small grass from the ground and held it in his palm, "Look." Fang Jian said to Wen Zhenru.
Wen Zhenru looked at the grass in Fang Jian's hand with a pair of clear eyes. In just a moment, the grass turned from green and lush to withered and yellow, then became rotten and dry, and finally turned into a wisp of dust and lay quietly in Fang Jian's palm.
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