Chapter 178 The Fading Away

After that sentence, all living beings in the 108,000 realms felt a slight change between their eyebrows, a slight warmth, and then nothing more. It was as if even that feeling of warmth was just their imagination.

Even those with significant cultivation couldn't figure out the reason.

Their divine souls swept over their bodies, and then they looked inward at their own essence, qi, and spirit, but they couldn't find anything. Even those methods that could detect the deepest and most subtle places were used, but they couldn't find a trace. Eventually, as time passed, even the most scheming and cautious people, despite having many doubts, could only treat it as their imagination and slowly let it go.

Even entering a dream state would make them forget everything in the world, and after waking up, the dream would be fragmented. As time passed, no trace would remain, and it wouldn't affect their original trajectory.

Everything seemed unchanged.

All realms were as usual.

All living beings were as usual.

Only on this day, after Zhang Sanfeng had calmed his mind, smoothed over the melancholy and ripples in his heart after his disciple Zhu Yuanzhang, who had cultivated on the mountain for more than ten years, went down the mountain with his spear late at night, and walked up step by step with a box of pastries that his teacher usually admired and a pot of clear tea made with water from the old spring at the foot of the mountain, did he find that...

The bluestone was still there.

The black snake, whose scales were like huge bluestones, was still on the old tree.

Then, he continued to look at the letter.

Rain fell all over the world, washing away the countless dust between the sky and the earth. Countless people hurried along, either holding umbrellas or using clothing or other things in their hands to shield their heads, rushing into the rain. In the sound of the rain, the world was dim. The originally distinct and rigid, mortal-like turbid qi around the blue-clothed woman gradually cleared and returned to normal.

A woman who was not kind to my family and whose medical skills were low stayed there. Her medical skills seemed to combine the essence of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism, but she could never remember who she was. Not to mention her appearance, but her temperament was already detached, refined, and ordinary.

This time, it was a call and response, completing the origin of Ming Yuan. The master-disciple relationship was over.

"This...is a letter left by the teacher?"

"Now on this mountain, the only ones who can accompany me are the two of you."

"Eh? Where are you going, Mr. Yuan?"

"Better to be a monk!" The middle-aged man was furious and said, "This green robe!!!"

Countless scenes, countless times of walking side by side with the heroes of the time!

"Okay!"

After that, the emperor wanted to find Yao Guangxiao more than once, but throughout his life, he never saw his most cherished teacher. When he went to visit Zhenwu again and couldn't find him, he saw the Taoist temple on this mountain that had been weathered, and the dilapidated Sanqing statues. His face was sorrowful, he turned around, and walked out step by step.

Hongwu and the green robe, that is, Daoyan's exchange, was mentioned in chapter 714.

"I don't remember."

Hadn't seen it, only in a small alley on one side... This is Hongwu's body from the Song Dynasty. Hongwu's soul entered a dream and naturally left. This body from hundreds of years ago should have died, but because of the opportunities of those hundreds of years, although he was born in the Song Dynasty, he still didn't die in the chaos of the late Yuan Dynasty. He was in a state of neither death nor aging, unless the destiny had arrived, otherwise he wouldn't fall.

The era name, Wei Yuan!

And now, although the world was vast, standing on this mountain, he had a kind of desolate feeling of nowhere to return.

Who am I!

It's Mr. Yuan.

"Eight hundred and forty-eight years ago."

The qi slowed down, and when the rattan in his hand waved, it brought a gust of wind, hitting the boy's butt. There was a burst of crackling sounds, almost like firecrackers during the New Year. The boy was beaten by his father's ‘leather whip fried shredded meat’ and cried for his parents, but he stubbornly held on to his goal.

Ash.

The gray-robed youth stood up and joked with a smile, "The rain is about to stop. I'll go buy some melon seeds."

"In the end, we won't meet again..."

Staggering, step by step, he walked into the chaos.

White swam down from the old pine tree. When it swam, its scales opened and closed, making a clanging sound like metal. The cold, steel-like body rubbed against Yao Guangxiao's Taoist robe, as if comforting him. The old turtle had also come to the side.

Brushed past, never to be seen again.

But the answer he heard was blank, unknown, and inexplicable.

The two strange beasts roared softly.

He spoke softly, but sighed with sorrow, "Teacher is gone, and the disciple is leaving too."

That year, he watched me go down the mountain into the mortal world.

The old Taoist looked melancholy.

This time, the gray-robed gentleman actually agreed.

Filled with doubts, he then thought that his teacher had sat under the collapsed mountain, observing the changes in the world for a hundred years, but his appearance hadn't changed at all, and his qi had become even deeper. Adding the two strange beasts beside him, he was probably a character like an immortal god. Naturally, he couldn't understand all the mysteries.

"Did the teacher actually get married? Why haven't I ever seen my teacher's wife in the past hundred years?"

But at this moment, the huge consciousness originally in that reincarnation body had already left.

Immediately, he took the letter and unfolded it. The first line of text made Pang Yimin's expression freeze.

It was written with many requests, all of which the white-robed Taoist hoped Pang Yimin could help solve. Going to Tushan to deliver the letter was just one of them, but because it was the most important and critical, it was placed at the end.

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Those memories that were unparalleled and precious to anyone, memories that they would never forget in their lifetime, at this time, surged into my mind like crazy, impacting each other, vying to occupy the upper hand of the memory. If those memories appeared little by little in order, it wouldn't be anything, or rather, if there was a strong and unparalleled spiritual will to suppress them, they could all be understood.

On the main road, the emperor's carriage slowly passed by. Zhu Yuanzhang was already old, closing his eyes and murmuring, "Teacher...this disciple can no longer fulfill his filial piety." His face was mournful, and for some reason, he thought of the words he had said when he went down the mountain, becoming even more sorrowful.

"My age."

He stretched out his hand, only to feel countless memories churning in his mind. Sometimes it was the Tang Dynasty, and he was a wandering swordsman, holding a long sword in his left hand, walking in the world, and traveling hundreds of thousands of miles with a monk, using his feet as horses and his waist as a saddle. His sword qi was unparalleled for a hundred years. Sometimes it was in the chaotic world, and before his eyes was a smiling young Taoist, reaching out and pulling himself out of the quagmire...

One by one!

"Wan'er, come and get something for Mr. Yuan."

To cultivate enough disciples to ensure that the Dao lineage would not be cut off in a hundred years and to fulfill the teacher's entrustment.

After thinking about it, he decided to start his own Dao lineage.

It would be better if he was holding some melon seeds in his hands.

The voice paused and naturally smiled slightly... Mr. Yuan was about to answer, but for some reason, a feeling in the dark emerged.

Pang Yimin's expression froze.

The little boy was very stubborn and retorted, "Where am I wrong?!"

Putting aside such a big medical hall, he actually wants to be a monk?!

Now watching me enter the palace.

"What's the use of being a doctor! Such a good doctor like Mr. Yuan can't even cure himself now."

Even though he was already over a hundred years old and had a high level of Daoism, and in the legends of the world, he was already a character like a land immortal, Yao Guangxiao still felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. No matter where he traveled, he always knew that there was a place to return in the world.

"I don't remember either."

"What about the chaos of that year?"

The spring scenery in Jiangnan was the most hazy. Above the steps in front, you could see a gray-shirted woman reading a book, suddenly raising her eyes.

"I heard that Lord Wei Yuan has come to Jiangnan."

The torrential rain turned the dust on the ground into mud, just like the small trend in the sky. In the rain, the Yuan Dynasty collapsed, and countless rebels rose like dragons and snakes, fighting each other. One of them raised the banner of ‘expelling the barbarians and restoring China’ and swept across the world.

"Definitely won't regret it."

Yao Guangxiao lowered his eyes and muttered the requests on the letter.

Yao Guangxiao sighed and reached out to press on the bodies of the two earth-shattering strange beasts.

As if in this world, there had never been such a person.

In a Buddhist temple in Jiangnan Province, Yao Guangxiao looked down at the emperor's carriage leaving, and didn't see the youth in the crowd. He just sighed in his heart that he and the emperor were probably seeing each other for the last time.

Then, regardless of the boy's surprised expression, he patted his clothes and stood up.

In the same year, he broke through Dadu and destroyed the Yuan Dynasty!

He lowered his eyes.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed in the quiet alleys and bluestone slabs of Jiangnan Province. Many people poured out, looking at Wei Yuan the Great, who was said to have reshaped China. Since ancient times, there had been countless people who called themselves orphans and寡人 (guǎ rén, "this寡人," a humble form of "I" used by feudal lords and kings of China). It was rare to be called a Great Emperor.

He also thought of what the patriarch had said when he went down the mountain and whispered to himself.

And outside a medical hall, a middle-aged man over half a century old was angrily taking out a rattan and whipping a handsome boy's butt, causing him to scream. The middle-aged man had a son in his middle age and loved him very much, but he never expected that this stinky brat actually wanted not to inherit my family's business.

The youth who was crowned with the title was no longer so rash.

Who are you!

"Um."

After a while, he limped out, clutching his butt... The old doctor became more and more angry and shouted, "Say, do you know you're wrong or not, do you know you're wrong!"

The boy took it, looked at the misty rain outside, and muttered, "What a heavy rain."

In the misty rain, the shy face of a Jiangnan girl surpassed ten thousand gorgeous poems.

Leisurely.

Yao Guangxiao sighed in his heart, shifted his gaze, and muttered to himself.

Yao Guangxiao retracted his gaze and took out the letter left by his teacher from his arms. Most of it had already been completed, leaving only a few things. He lowered his eyes and saw the last line, and read softly:

Even though the teacher had often gone down the mountain before, even going away from this mountain for decades at a time.

And this time, his clear and empty Dao heart, which reflected everything, no longer had any traces.

Then, he couldn't help but smile wryly.

"To my wife, Huan, please open."

"Mr. Yuan, can't you accept me as a disciple?"

He had asked many times, and each time he was disappointed.

The snake suddenly swam away, and when it returned again, it was holding something in its mouth. Yao Guangxiao was stunned, reached out and took it. It turned out to be two letters, one of which was sealed. On it, in a gentle and peaceful handwriting, was written a line of words.

"Um."

This is to prevent my family from having no descendants!

In an instant, he took a step and crossed more than ten zhang in an instant. His sleeves shook open suddenly, showing the terror and strength of this true cultivator in the world. However, the sea of clouds in front of him had slowly rolled over. He casually placed the bamboo pole aside, as if a fisherman who had been fishing for ages was just going for a walk down the mountain. However, Pang Yimin could no longer find his teacher's figure.

But even so, the countless collisions of memories made him fall into a chaos where he couldn't tell who he was.

The boy in blue thought, limping over, looking at Mr. Yuan, who didn't remember the past but was like an immortal, and was silent for a long time. Mr. Yuan reached out, his hand holding melon seeds, and smiled and said, "Here, have some?"

The teacher really left.

"He is the one who recreated the Han Chinese clothing. It is said that after you were born, people no longer wore our Han Chinese clothing. It was Lord Wei Yuan who forced the order to reverse it. Mr. Yuan, you should have experienced those things, do you remember?"

That is, Emperor was enthroned in Yingtian Prefecture, and the country was named Da Ming.

The boy in blue was stunned.

I was disappointed, and after three more additions to the Taoist temple, I returned to Yingtian from Jiangnan.

When the boy cheered, he didn't realize that what the gentleman said might be a very, very long time ago. The gray-robed youth smiled slightly, and a sparrow gently landed on the scroll. The youth lowered his eyes, his temperament gentle and peaceful.

His eyes were gentle, looking at the misty rain in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

And on the mountain, in a city more than a thousand miles away.

"Open a folk museum."

Just like the white-haired Taoist under the collapsed mountain back then.

The shopkeeper said with a smile, "Mr. Yuan is here again. Please wait a moment."

"Okay."

"And go to the first corner of the old street in Quanzhou, raise your eyes and you can see the tree hugging together."

The gray-robed youth smiled and lowered his eyes, leaving step by step, walking into the mist.

The emperor's carriage traveled through the mist of Jiangnan.

But, but that was already a hundred years ago.

"Teacher...you still don't want to see me."

The memories remaining in that physical body revived again.

After a long time, he covered his butt and limped out... The old doctor thought more and more angrily, and shouted, "Say, do you know you're wrong, do you know you're wrong!"

The boy took it, looked at the misty rain outside, and muttered, "What a heavy rain."

In the misty rain, the shy face of a Jiangnan girl surpassed ten thousand gorgeous poems.

Leisurely.

Yao Guangxiao felt emotional and moved his gaze away, muttering to himself.

Yao Guangxiao retracted his gaze and took out the letter left by his teacher from his arms. Most of it had already been completed, leaving only a few things. He lowered his eyes and saw the last line, and read softly:

Even though the teacher had often gone down the mountain before, even going away from this mountain for decades at a time.

And this time, his clear and empty Dao heart, which reflected everything, no longer had any traces.

Then, he couldn't help but smile wryly.

"To my wife, Huan, please open."

"Mr. Yuan, can't you accept me as a disciple?"

He had asked many times, and each time he was disappointed.

The snake suddenly swam away, and when it returned again, it was holding something in its mouth. Yao Guangxiao was stunned, reached out and took it. It turned out to be two letters, one of which was sealed. On it, in a gentle and peaceful handwriting, was written a line of words.

"Um."

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