Immortal of Eternal Life and Endless Ages

Chapter 53 Night Birds Return to the Forest
Although there are many immortal cultivators in the world, no one can achieve immortality as he wishes.

After receiving the message.

Fang Sheng set out and rushed to the Yuzhu Lake Dojo.

Niu Dan sat alone by the lake as usual. The morning light was still faintly visible in the sky, but his hair had already turned white.

The old body shrinks quietly day by day, like a piece of rotten wood, gradually drained of its vitality by time.

"coming?"

"sit."

He spoke softly, gathering all his strength in every word, his tone revealing weakness and fatigue that could not be concealed.

Every syllable you utter, every breath you exhale, blows on the candle of life, making it sway constantly.

Niu Dan insisted on continuing:

"I am going to die. I won't survive today."

"Ok, I know……"

Fang Sheng sat in his usual seat, looking at Yuzhu Lake with this old friend from two lifetimes.

Ever since he knew Niu Dan's identity, he knew that this day would come.

Birth, aging, sickness and death are the unavoidable truths of this world.

Thousands of immortal cultivators are nothing more than a group of ants struggling in this quagmire.

It was at this time.

The sun was rising in the sky, and golden rays of light were pouring down like blazing flames.

Yuzhu Lake instantly turned into a dazzling golden sea, vast, magnificent and majestic.

Above the lake, newly born mayflies danced gracefully, twisting and interweaving in the morning light.

Two figures by the lake just sat quietly under the tree.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Niu Dan forced his eyes to keep them open, staring closely at every movement of the mayfly.

The magic power in his body gradually dissipated, stirring up the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth.

Suddenly, he said:
"Ah Sheng, do me a favor."

"After I die, if you have time, please find a chance to send my ashes back to Luocheng for burial."

"When the time comes, just find a high mountain and don't alarm too many people."

Luocheng is the old name of Wuxian City.

Fang Sheng hasn't heard this name for a long time.

However, he nodded slightly:

"No problem, don't worry."

"Well, you always do things prudently... ahem!"

Niu Dan fumbled out two storage bags from his body and placed them on the table with his skinny hands:

"I have lived my whole life, old man, and I have left nothing of value behind."

"Here, there is a storage bag for you."

"The other one contains the things I will bury with you. Before you go back, you should put my ashes in it..."

Before his death, Niu Dan divided his things carefully and arranged all matters, big and small, clearly.

After all, he knew he was going to die.

He kept on talking, repeating many things more than four or five times.

Fang Sheng always responds well.

……

Until nightfall.

Niu Dan finally got tired and stopped talking.

While he was still able to move, he stood up tremblingly, went back to his room, and changed into the funeral clothes that had been prepared earlier.

After a long time, she was helped by her maid and sat back down by the lake.

now.

Above the lake, mayflies were densely packed, like a depressing and deep black cloud, surging madly with all their might.

However, it was just a gust of night breeze blowing by.

These tiny figures swayed and fell in the wind, turning into tiny ripples in the lake, interweaving with the bright moon reflected in the water.

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't fly again.

In the quiet and sad night.

Niu Dan leaned back in the recliner, looking dazed and his breath becoming increasingly weak.

Suddenly, he said:
"Your spiritual roots are not good. If you have a bad life in the future, you should make up your mind as soon as possible and go back to Yue State, back to your hometown..."

“Don’t be like me…”

On his deathbed, Niu Dan no longer knew who he was talking to.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a young figure coming from the other side of distant time.

That young man is truly remarkable.

Born in a small country, he was able to stand out from hundreds of thousands of people, board a flying boat, and come to the world of immortal cultivation...

Unfortunately, Niu Dan already knew the final outcome.

In the void, his lips moved and his voice kept chattering.

He kept persuading the young figure to turn back. However, the young man had lofty ambitions and vowed to become an immortal and ask the truth about heaven and earth, so how could he listen to him?
Niu Dan still refused to give up and tried his best to persuade him.

In the blink of an eye, everything changes.

It seemed as if a thousand years had passed.

He regained consciousness from his weakness.

Niu Dan suddenly realized it.

That young figure had gone through thousands of trials and tribulations, and by chance, he had changed his fate and successfully ascended to the immortal world, standing proudly above the nine heavens...

This is the end.

Niu Dan, who was extremely weak, finally stopped trying to persuade him.

At the last moment, a smile of longing and relief appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"I had a good dream..."

……

The night breeze blew from the lake again.

The weeping willows on the shore rustled.

Behind him, the maid Jinzhi left in a panic.

The moonlight poured down, covering everything in the world with a layer of pure white silver gauze.

Fang Sheng stood up and looked up at the distant night sky.

The night bird, which had been flying for half the night, finally flapped its wings and landed on its nest in the forest.

Compared to usual, the moonlight tonight seems colder.

Fang Sheng knew.

From now on, there will no longer be someone sitting by the lake and playing chess with him.

……

Zheng Jinli and Taoist Shuimu arrived very quickly.

They knew Niu Dan's will and said they would send Niu Dan's ashes later.

Among the immortal cultivators, there are many who are good at refining corpses and controlling puppets.

In order to avoid disturbing their souls, most monks would not keep their own remains.

At the same time, the Zheng family has sent people to deliver a letter to Qianhuo Taoist Palace.

Besides.

Niu Dan's death did not cause any waves in the Zheng family.

Ten days later.

Two figures rushed over from Qianhuo Taoist Palace.

It was Fengyun and Zhulong.

Fengyun came here on behalf of his master. Xingyun is still in seclusion for a breakthrough and cannot be disturbed.

Zhu Long said that acquaintance means friendship, and since the old senior has passed away, he should come to pay his respects.

The two went to the mourning hall to pay their respects.

The next day.

Accompanied by Taoist Shuimu, he came to Qingfeng Forest to look for Fang Sheng.

"I didn't expect that after saying goodbye to Senior Dingshi that day, we would never meet again."

"After Master comes out of seclusion, he will definitely feel sad..."

In the courtyard, Feng Yun sat in a gentle posture, with a hint of sadness between her brows, like a quietly blooming lotus, adding a touch of tenderness and sadness to the charm.

Fang Sheng said calmly:

"Life and death have their own rules. I believe Senior Xingyun can handle it with an open mind."

"Well... Actually, before Senior Dingshi left, he asked me for a favor."

Feng Yun slowly spoke out the original instructions.

"I just learned yesterday that you, Daoist Fellow Qingyang, can actually refine a top-grade elixir according to the recipe."

"I am amazed at this level of talent and understanding. Perhaps this will really allow the elders of the Danmai to make an exception..."

Listen to Feng Yun's words.

Zhulong's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but frown and shake his head, as if he wanted to interrupt.

Although the movement was very slight, it still did not escape Fang Sheng's eyes.

He was deeply moved by Niu Dan's kindness.

At the same time, I also clearly know that this is simply impossible.

Fang Sheng is not a newcomer in the world of immortal cultivation, and he still understands basic common sense.

The Taoist temple accepts disciples, even those who do menial tasks.

The normal requirements are that the lower spiritual roots must be perfect, with at least twenty-six strands of Tao rhyme.

In the past hundred years, Qianhuo Taoist Palace has only admitted one special spiritual body with thirteen strands of Taoist aura.

However, compared to the spirits with obvious characteristics.

The gift of outstanding comprehension is too ethereal.

It's impossible to be sure...

(End of this chapter)