Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 1039

After bestowing the blessing, the black-robed Qing Su Ling San disappeared.

When Sang Yue noticed something was wrong and looked up at him, she saw the black hair fade away, and the silver-haired immortal was looking at her with a faint smile. She immediately understood something, and burst into tears and threw herself into his warm arms, hugging him tightly:

"Don't go, Asu, don't go..."

There were also dots of light scattered around his body, which was a sign of the dispersion of his spirit.

"It's okay," the silver-haired immortal smiled and patted her back, comforting her, "Don't be afraid, gods are immortal and omnipresent. Whenever you feel unhappy in the future, just look at the trees around you, the flowers and the clouds in the sky..."

If she thinks something is beautiful and unique, don't doubt it, he is trying to make her happy.

"I have told the children that after you die, you can see them every Qingming Festival no matter where you are. If you don't want to come back in the future, then don't come back..." She was too soft-hearted and easily trapped by family affection.

As descendants of gods, each has his own destiny, and setbacks and hardships are inevitable. Some children may even die due to various reasons. That is the mission of their existence.

Although that would be tens of thousands of years later, she was afraid that she would come back to recognize the children, thus deepening the bond of family affection and causing trouble for her. This trouble did not mean that the children would often disturb her, but that she was afraid that she would take the initiative to protect the children from disasters.

This is the instinct of most mothers, and to Qing Su, children are no different from other living beings.

Her intervention in the fate of all living beings was the same as her intervention in the fate of her children. Especially since the mission of the heirs of God was extraordinary, and the disasters they suffered were more than ordinary. If she blocked it for them, he would probably be so angry that he would recondense into a human form and beat his children and scold his wife.

There are gods in the divine realm, and there are also gods in the demon realm.

His descendants are the new generation of gods in the demon world. Only after his spirit is dispersed can the three realms be truly balanced. The ancient gods originated from chaos, returned to chaos, and transformed into all things in the world again, which is the natural way.

Practitioners of cultivation all know that the death of all living beings is not called death, but reincarnation.

And gods will never die. Like humans, they simply exist in a different form.

"You will understand this principle later." The silver-haired immortal gently patted the crying person in his arms. The spiritual light on his body slowly spread out like the bright stars in the sky, and his voice became light and long, "Ayue, Ayue..."

Sang Yue raised her eyes quickly and saw the Immortal Venerable, whose spirit had already dissipated by more than half, looking at her with a gentle smile. She immediately broke down and cried:
"Asu——"

Asu!

When the spiritual light faded, an inexplicable suction force carried the grief-stricken her away from the shrine.

All that remained inside were two giant stone statues, one male and one female, tightly entwined in a posture of harmony, which disappeared into the void of the demon world along with the shrine.

……

When the devil died, all natural creatures in the devil world cried out in grief and sorrow, and all spiritual beings inexplicably felt the same pain. With heavy hearts, they knelt on the ground and bowed their heads, bowing in the direction of Yue Jingtian.

Shenze fell, Yuejingtian disappeared into the void, Bishui Lake dried up, and the entire Shenxu disappeared as well.

After hearing the wailing of all creatures, the children of the Demon God who had been guarding the edge of the Moon Mirror Heaven Realm felt inexplicably sad and bitter in their hearts. They knelt on the ground and solemnly sent their father God back to chaos.

The sounds of fighting that had been going on in the demon world for tens of thousands of years had finally subsided completely.

The mother is gone, the father is gone, and except for the eldest son Xuan Yu and his family, the rest of the children have returned to their own families, each looking for their own happy place. From now on, the eldest son will be the only one in the demon world, and they will meet again if they are destined.

We are all demons, and we are heartless by nature.

Although Grandmother is a fairy, she only gave the children a little bit of humanity. Therefore, if they were not worried about Grandmother's situation, everyone would have gone their separate ways. Now that the two elders are gone, it is meaningless for the brothers and sisters to be together.

Before the brothers and sisters left, the eldest brother told everyone about the Qingming Festival and emphasized that this was the instruction of the Father God. As for whether everyone would take it seriously, he had no control over it.

“Ancestor worship?” Mo Liu was the first to sneer. “We don’t have any ancestors… Oh, we just got one. This is obviously what mother wanted. She just likes to do these nonsense things. The key is that I have never seen her worship.”

"How do you know she hasn't done it?" Little Jiu glanced at me, "Have you been spying on my mother again?"

"What do you mean by peeping?" Mo Liu glanced at her. "Her hometown was cursed by that hypocrite. I knew she was going back, so I took a look out of curiosity..."

Let's see how she handles it. If she handles it improperly and her life is in danger, he will knock her out without hesitation and bring her back to the Father for him to deal with.

Anyway, I've seen my parents fighting since I was a child, and I'm used to it, so this time is no big deal.

Everyone: "..." You are really a good son to your mother~.

"After she returned, she spent all day eating. Worshiping ancestors? She never even thought about it. She only felt envious when she saw other families worshipping their ancestors..."

Everyone: "..." Stop it, or your mother will get mad.

After Mo Liu finished speaking, he looked around and said in surprise: "Why don't you leave? Are you waiting to take care of the funeral?" The Father God returned to the chaos and left nothing behind, so how could there be any funeral affairs to take care of?
If mother is here, do as she wishes; if mother is not here, then don't do it.

When high-level immortals and gods die, there is no funeral arrangements, they are gone.

"If you want to leave, go ahead. Don't make a fuss." The fourth oldest, Dai Ling, dressed in fairy costume, rolled her eyes at him and came to the eldest, "Brother, is mother really dead?"

The Father God is an ancient god, and it is only a matter of time before he dies.

Obviously, in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, he should have gone back long ago, but they just couldn't do anything to him. Now that the God has died, the sons are disappointed, but the sadness is only for a short moment.

But in everyone’s heart, it is impossible for the mother to die. How could Father God bear to let her die?
Father, like son.

If Father God really wanted to kill Ah Mu, she would not be alive until now. The two of them were sometimes incompatible, but whenever Ah Mu gave in, they were so loving that it was blinding. They were like a pair of happy enemies, and this was the most appropriate way to describe them.

"Big brother," Little Twelve Si Heng's expression suddenly changed, and she said in horror, "Could it be that Father God wanted Mother to be buried alive with him?"

The eldest sister stared at the direction where Yue Jingtian disappeared and closed her eyes silently. It was quite a headache to have so many brothers and sisters. They all had their own ideas and it was hard to manage them all. Everyone glanced at her at the same time, and sister-in-law Yingjia glared at her and scolded her in a low voice:

"Tsk, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"But Ah Heng's words are not without reason," Little Jiu Jilan said worriedly, "Father God...is there anything he can't do?"

He was overbearing and domineering, and the only person he cared about was his mother. It was possible that he would let his mother die with him once he realized that something was wrong.

"No need to guess," the eldest brother closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "When Father God came back, my mother had indeed passed away. There is no greater sorrow for my father than the death of his heart."

He is the eldest brother, and his Taoism is several levels higher than that of his other brothers.

Therefore, he would not tell everyone that there were some unusual movements before the shrine disappeared. The father was extremely weak in the state of spiritual dispersion and was unable to isolate the abnormalities inside from being noticed by the boss outside.

His mother might still be alive, but he couldn't tell anyone.

My mother is a fairy, and my father died. She has made great contributions, so she must return to the fairyland or even the godland. With such an identity, is it a glorious thing to have several demon cubs?

In the fairyland, the distinctions between races and ranks were still clear and strict, so there was really no need to cause her trouble.

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