The next morning, Jiang Xiaobai woke up slowly, he thought that he would not fall asleep last night, but he never thought that he would fall asleep after listening to the master tell the story of death and immortality. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, this story is very simple, that is, a boring crazy weirdo who will never die, and meets an old man who is about to die but has no regrets, and a simple conversation between them is thought-provoking.

Jiang Xiaobai sat up, and the master lay quietly beside him, with a trace of tears in the corners of his eyes, but with the most familiar smile, everything was so peaceful, making Jiang Xiaobai feel that the master was just still sleeping.

It's a pity that Jiang Xiaobai didn't hear the familiar snoring.

In an instant, tears filled his eyes, and the person crawled off the bed in a trance, knelt on the side of the bed, and whimpered softly.

"Master...... Master ......"

It's a pity that there was no answer after all, the master is really gone!

After kneeling for a long time, Jiang Xiaobai kowtowed a few times to Jiang Laodao's body before opening the door.

The Xuanji Dao Chief, Dao Ling, and Uncle Zhang outside the door had been waiting for a long time, and when they saw Jiang Xiaobai's red eyes and pale face, the Xuanji Dao Chief sighed before he said: "Xiaobai, the festival mourns and changes!" ”

Jiang Xiaobai saw that the faces of the Xuanji Dao Chiefs were tired, and he thought that he hadn't slept all night, and said a little hoarsely: "Yes, uncle!" ”

Get out of the way, let the Xuanji Daoist and Zhang Hongyun walk in, and then he walked out of the door and stood at the door with Zhang Daoling.

Zhang Daoling walked over, patted Jiang Xiaobai's shoulder, and comforted: "Senior brother! Look at the opening point ......"

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After a simple ritual, the Taoist Master of Xuanji recited the Taoist Sutra for a long time, and put Jiang Laodao's body into the fire in the afternoon.

The fire was blazing and the smoke was billowing out.

"Master......"

Jiang Xiaobai still violated what he had said in front of his master, howled and cried, and rushed towards Jiang Laodao's body in the flames, fortunately, the Xuanji Daoist and Daoling immediately grabbed it, but Jiang Xiaobai still kept struggling, wanting to get close to the fire platform that engulfed Jiang Laodao.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiaobai felt a pain in the back of his head, and his eyes instantly turned black, and he didn't know anything.

Xuanji Daoist slapped a knife on the back of Xiao Bai's head, like lighting a fire, and said to Zhang Hongyun who came here: "Xiao Zhang, take Xiao Bai upstairs!" Daoling, you go up too. ”

Zhang Hongyun picked up Jiang Xiaobai, who had fainted in the arms of the Xuanji Daoist, and sighed deeply: "This kid is really too hard!" There is only one master, and they are all ...... Alas......"

When Jiang Xiaobai woke up again, he saw that there was an offering table by the window wall, with incense and candles, and a few plates of fruits, and in the middle was the spiritual seat of Jiang Lao Dao, which read: 'The spiritual position of Jiang Qingyuan, a disciple of Xuandao'. On the side of the spiritual seat is a white porcelain altar, which is the ashes of Jiang Laodao. There was also a piece of letter paper pressed on it.

Jiang Xiaobai lit three sticks of incense, knelt down on the futon under the incense case, and respectfully kowtowed three times before inserting the incense into the incense altar.

Don't cry! Can't cry!

The door opened again, and the Xuanji Dao Elder and several people also walked in, looked at Jiang Xiaobai who was kneeling on the ground, and did not speak.

Xuanji Daoist and Zhang Hongyun also lit incense, held incense behind Jiang Xiaobai, bowed three times, Daoling and Jiang Xiaobai, lit incense and kowtowed three times before standing up, and also pulled Jiang Xiaobai up and sat on the chair next to him, while Zhang Hongyun sat on the other side.

The Taoist Master stepped forward and took down the letter paper on the ash altar, handed it to Jiang Xiaobai's hand, and said faintly: "Xiaobai, this is what your master left you!" ”

Jiang Xiaobai took the letter paper and opened it to see that it was the master's familiar handwriting, which read,

'Xiaobai, don't be sad!

The master has not many regrets in this life, and he is also a blind eye.

In Los Angeles, you asked if you were looking for someone.

The master can now tell you that the master is indeed looking for someone, but not a person, but unfortunately he didn't find it after all.

I know that over the years, I have traveled north and south, and I have seen many other people, all of them are happy together as a family. You'll love to go to them too!

Remember the master's words again.

If there is fate, we will eventually meet.

I've already arranged everything else with your uncle.

Listen to your uncle!

Your life is not easy, live well! I don't want to see you so soon under the Nine Springs! ’

The letter was full of ordinary words, but it almost made Jiang Xiaobai cry, carefully folded the letter, took out the small bag containing money from his arms, and put it in.

"Xiaobai, your master confessed before his death, after he passed away, he sent you up the mountain to learn art!" Seeing that Jiang Xiaobai cherished the letter paper left by Jiang Laodao so much, the head of Xuanji Dao sighed secretly, it was really a master-apprentice relationship that was better than father and son.

"The master explains, everything is arranged by the master!" Jiang Xiaobai said.

Xuanji Dao Leader nodded, "I'm going to send you to the Cangshou Peak Wind Thunder Sect of the four major factions, Mobei is some distance away from Cangshou Peak, I'm going to take you off in three days!" ”

But Zhang Daoling jumped up and said in astonishment: "Three days? So fast? ”

Zhang Hongyun also helped and said, "Yes, boss, Uncle Jiang has just passed away, and Xiaobai hasn't recovered yet!" Want to wait a few more days? ”

The Xuanji Daoist shook his head, glanced at Jiang Xiaobai, who was expressionless, sighed, and said, "Alas...... In fact, Qingyuan said that after he died, he would immediately send Xiaobai to Cangshou Peak! Six or seven years old is the best age to enter the Tao, and Xiaobai is almost ten years old, which is already very late! Besides, from this desert north to Cangshou Peak in Middle Earth, it will take half a month at the earliest! ”

Jiang Xiaobai nodded indifferently, where the master is not there, it is the same everywhere.

In the next three days, Jiang Xiaobai rarely went out, and seemed to have returned to a month ago, and he became more taciturn, always liking to nest in the house, holding Jiang Laodao's ashes in a daze.

Zhang Daoling would call me every day to play with Jiang Xiaobai, trying to coax him to be happy, but unfortunately it didn't have much effect.

Seeing Jiang Xiaobai's appearance, the Xuanji Daoist could only shake his head with a sigh, it seems that what Jiang Laodao said was right, he really should have taken Jiang Xiaobai away that day, people who are indulging in sadness, if there is something, they will forget their sadness!

Early in the morning of the third day, Jiang Xiaobai didn't sleep all night, got up early, wiped Jiang Laodao's spiritual position and the ashes altar clean, and then put the spiritual position in the package.

Many people came to see him off, Uncle Zhang, Daoling, and Boss Niu's family......

Xuanji Daoist took Jiang Xiaobai's hand and walked out of Lecheng, at the gate of the city, Jiang Xiaobai turned around and stopped for a moment, looking at the entire Lecheng.

In the past ten years, the happiest time is in this month in Lecheng, and the saddest time is also this month in Lecheng, so he must firmly remember the appearance of Lecheng and engrave it in his heart.

Xuanji Daoist thought that Jiang Xiaobai was looking at the white cloth at the city gate in a daze, pulled Jiang Xiaobai, and said: "Shen Qiuyang, the palace master of Qinjian Palace, has passed away, so a white cloth is hung on the city gate!" ”

Lecheng, goodbye!

Goodbye, master!