Chapter 1296

Walk between heaven and earth, walk in the four seasons, walk in life.

Wang Baole, step by step, walked forward, the more he walked, the more peaceful his heart was, the more he walked, the more peaceful his soul was, the more he walked, and the more profound his eyes were.

As time goes by, wind and snow turn into rain, the moon replaces the sun, and day turns into night. In the cycle of each other, Wang Baole doesn't know how many collars he has passed, how many fields he has passed, how many mountains he has crossed, and how many seas he has crossed.

Until this day, he saw a bridge.

A huge bridge, which appeared in front of him and was as high as the sky, was endless.

The simple carvings, unknown runes, cyan black bricks and stones, and the surrounding of a statue of auspicious beasts make this bridge seem to be the creation of the universe itself. Although it is not exquisite, it shows supreme hegemony in its ruggedness!

This breath came on his face, making Wang Baole standing in front of the bridge also roar. At the same time, it has the meaning of vicissitudes. Like the wind blowing from the ages ago, it permeated around Wang Baole, as if he had dreamed back to ancient times. In the desolate wilderness, in the whimper of the wind, he felt the whirl of the lonely sound of Qiang flute.

In the echo of this sob, in Wang Baole's eyes, there seem to be many figures on the bridge. Most of these figures are monks, and any one has the cultivation fluctuation that shakes the world. They... Appear on the bridge in different years and at different times, and walk towards the bridge.

"This is..." after a while, with the shadows on the bridge in front of him, they gradually blurred and dissipated. When the bridge reappeared in Wang Baole's eyes, a murmur came out of his mouth.

"Step on the overpass." It was not Wang Baole who said these three words, but Wang Fu who appeared on Wang Baole's side at some unknown time.

Wang Fu, dressed in white, with white hair and calm eyes, looked up at the overpass, and then looked at Wang Baole, who was hugging him at the moment.

"Baole, are you ready to come here?"

Wangbaole thought for a moment, shook his head and spoke softly.

"Please wait for me a little longer, elder. The Taoist heart and obsession of the younger generation are not perfect."

"It doesn't matter. I'll wait for you here." Wang Fu took a deep look at Wang Baole, nodded, sat cross legged in front of the bridge, his eyes closed.

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

Return to your hometown.

As a junior brother, you need to repay the kindness of your senior brother. This is Wang Baole's intention and his truth.

Similarly, as a son of man, filial piety is naturally important, so... Before stepping on the overpass, Wang Baole's body stays here, and his soul has entered the world in the palm of his hand, into the stone world, into the solar system, and into... The earth.

His parents are old.

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

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

Seeing his parents happy and his sister happy, wangbaole was also happy.

Time passed slowly. Within the stone boundary and on this earth, Wang Baole's return seemed to turn into an ordinary mortal, accompanying his parents and walking through the last road of this life.

Day after day, my parents' white hair became more and more, until finally... They took Wang Baole's hand. In the emotion of my father, in my mother's advice, and under Wang Baole's gentle appeasement, slowly, the two old people closed their eyes.

Wang Baole does have the method of returning to heaven. He can even let his parents live forever in the stone tablet boundary in this life. But this proposal was declined by his parents. He felt his parents' wishes. They... Just want to spend the rest of their lives quietly, and then reincarnate and start a new life.

Everyone needs to have independent rights in his life. Even if he is a son of man, he should not impose his will. In that case... It is not filial piety.

The only requirement of my mother is that after reincarnation, I will still become a lover with Wang Baole's father, experience romance in different lives, and stay together forever.

For this request, Wang Baole's father was dying, but he was gouged out by his wife and closed his eyes obediently.

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

Wang Baole couldn't help but cry in his eyes, but with a smile on his face, he painted the soul face for his parents' soul, decided on marriage, and sent it into reincarnation.

Just like sending off his senior brother at the beginning, Wang Baole's smile became softer when he looked at his parents after their next life was born one after another.

There is also Mei Mei. Wang Baole also left a similar arrangement. How to decide depends on Mei Mei herself.

After doing this, Wang Baole's heart was calmer. On this earth, he walked in the ethereal city. It rained in the sky, and there were not many pedestrians on the street.

The world looks a little hazy.

In the rain, in the haze, wangbaole step by step, until he was about to cross the road, he stopped and turned to look behind him. At the corner behind him, a Li Ying stood there, holding a red striped umbrella, wearing a white skirt, staring at himself.

Looking at each other for three breaths, Wang Baole showed a smile on his face, hugged the figure, and bowed deeply.

Li Ying was silent, put away her umbrella, showed Li Waner's beautiful face, and let the rain fall on her. Across the road, she leaned over to Wang Baole and bowed in return.

After this worship, they turned around and walked farther and farther.

Wangbaole walked out of the dim city and came to the dim Daoyuan. In the back mountain of the Daoyuan, there was a tree lined path with peach blossoms on both sides, which was very beautiful.

The rain seems to have stopped here. I don't want to disturb it, but the wind is naughty. It still comes, so that many petals are rolled up and surrounded by a beautiful shadow, as if they were fighting for fragrance and unwilling to leave.

In this peach blossom filled space, Wang Baole came and looked at the innocent pretty face. The memory of the past emerged. It was... Zhou Xiaoya.

"Are you leaving?" Zhou Xiaoya whispered.

"Yes." Wangbaole whispered back.

"Say goodbye." Zhou Xiaoya was silent and spoke loudly after a long time.

Goodbye, I'll see you again.

"Goodbye." Wang Baole smiled and nodded heavily. In the Peach Blossom Dance, he didn't hug his fist, turned and walked away, left the ethereal Taoist temple, and said goodbye to the master flaming ancestor and other old friends. Finally, he came to a mountain, which is very beautiful, located in the polar region, and filled with snow.

Snowflakes are still floating in the sky, glittering and translucent, revealing holiness.

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

For example, in the wooden house of the wedding dress, there is a woman who meditates cross legged and looks firm. It seems that practice is the eternal road in her life.

Her name is zhaoyameng.

When Wang Baole came, Zhao Yameng opened her eyes. On her beautiful face, she showed a smile like a flower in full bloom and whispered.

"Baole, what is a Taoist companion?"

"The road of practice is lonely, and we need fellow believers who work together all the way to the end, who are also teachers, friends and partners, relatives, feelings and thoughts." Wangbaole replied with a smile.

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

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

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

"Elder, wait a long time, younger generation... Ready."