"Master, what are you digging?"

Ling Xiang ran behind the ram Yongming and probed his brain.

I saw that a small square pit had been dug in front of the old man, and the height of his knees was no more than two feet wide, almost just enough for a person to sit in.

Fresh yellow clay was piled up next to it, mixed with some bamboo rhizomes, dead branches and leaves.

"Dig a place where fallen leaves return to their roots."

The old man straightened up with the hoe, gently rubbed Ling Xiang's head, and smiled slightly.

Ling Xiang was stunned for a moment: "Fall...... Revert to one 's origin? ”

"yes."

Ram Yongming smiled calmly, and there was a sense of going with the flow, no desire and no desire in it.

"There is no time for cultivation, and there is no year for the cold. I was surprised to find that the single tree had become a forest. ”

"When people get old, they always have to return to their roots." The old man said with a smile.

Looking at that kind face, Ling Xiang suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

She grabbed the other party's sleeve, and her little face was full of nervousness: "Old goat master, you...... Don't scare me. ”

"Hehe, silly girl, why am I scaring you? Birth, old age, sickness and death, it's just human nature, you don't have to be sad. The old man stroked Ling Xiang's hair and straightened out the messy hair that she hadn't had time to comb one by one.

But the more calm he was, the more panicked Ling Xiang's heart became.

She had already thought of a certain result, and her eyes were red: "Master, I'...... I...... But I've only been studying with you for a year, and you haven't finished telling me the essence of the scriptures in the last few volumes of the Taiyin Ancient Scriptures. ”

Ling Xiang struggled to come up with a reason to stay.

"That's enough, it's enough to finish the first two volumes. The key to my generation of monks, holding their heads high all their lives, lies in themselves, and the role of the master is just to lead the way. Ram Yongming looked at her with a smile, and there was no parting in his eyes, only appreciation and recognition.

Click......

Suddenly, the old man's body shook, and he snorted, barely holding on to his hoe.

The back of the withered hand holding the hoe bulged out and trembled slightly, as if he had exhausted all the strength of his body.

Ling Xiang even saw that there was a bloody mark on the center of the old man's eyebrows!

A drop of red flowed out of the bloodstain, shocking.

"Old Goat Master!!" Ling Xiang was frightened and cried loudly.

She hurriedly hugged the old man's arm, afraid that the old man would fall down.

"Don't cry!"

The old man smiled reluctantly and gently wiped the tears from Ling Xiang's face with his hand.

"I'm about to transform into a Dao, time is running out, you can't stay here, otherwise those law powers that escaped during the Transformation Dao will hurt you."

He threw away the hoe, slowly but firmly ripped off Ling Xiang's hands that were holding his arms, and wrapped Ling Xiang with divine power, about to send her away.

"Don't!"

Ling Xiang cried out in grief, tears rolling down in strings.

More than a year ago, when I just met the ram Yongming, the woodcutter uncle under the mountain also said that the old man was like this when he was a child, and now the uncle is several years old, and the old man still looks like this.

She thought that this loving and open-minded old man would live for a long, long time, and he could tell her some stories about the cultivation world after tea and dinner every day, and deliberately called her a little cabbage to tease her in his spare time.

But it didn't come to this point all of a sudden.

It was all so sudden!

"Master, I won't call you Old Goat Master in the future, I must be obedient and don't quarrel with you, you can call me a little cabbage and a little green cabbage if you want, in short, you don't want to die, can you survive? Don't leave me alone. ”

Ling Xiang, who was wrapped in light, couldn't move, so he could only stand inside and try to stretch out his hand towards the old man, his heart was like a knife, and he cried loudly.

"Idiot, who in the world can not die? If you don't become an immortal, everything will come to an end. Ram Yongming said softly.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Ling Xiang's face through the light cluster, his face showing a soft color.

There was finally a hint of reluctance in those cloudy eyes.

But only for a moment.

In an instant, it was replaced by ease and calmness.

Ling Xiang's eyes were red, and his voice became a little hoarse: "But I can't bear you, my brother hasn't come back yet, Master, as soon as you leave, Nan Nan is alone again, and she doesn't know where to go...... Woowoo woo ......"

"People always have to learn to face loneliness, and I have no regrets about passing on the mantle in the last year of this dying." The old man stretched out his hand and gently pushed the light cluster, sending Ling Xiang several feet away.

"Master......" Ling Xiang called loudly, reluctant to give up with tears in his eyes.

The old man's body had begun to have the law of dao marks escaping, the silver-white crane hair gradually became transparent, and light spots gradually appeared on the surface of the body.

This is a sign to formalize the Word.

He really couldn't hold on.

The light that enveloped Ling Xiang slowly left, and it had already flown out of the range of the low mountain, and was landing towards the small village at the foot of the mountain.

Ram Yongming finally took a deep look at Ling Xiang, turned around, and walked step by step into the soil pit that had just been dug in front of him.

"Pine and bamboo come together for thousands of years, and turtles and snakes return in spring and autumn. There is no fairy road flashy, a grass, a tree and a withered. The old man sat down cross-legged in the pit.

He straightened his clothes, slowly finished the last four sentences, and closed his eyes, calm and natural.

The dirt next to the pit flew up and fell on the old man's body, gradually burying him.

The result is a small dirt bag.

Soon, the power of the Transformation Dao began to spread, and the entire low mountain became hazy, and there were patches of law power rising on the low mountain, accompanied by pieces of light and rain flying out from under the mound of earth to rise into the sky.

Finally, it dissipates into the void without a trace.

Looking at the rain of light, Ling Xiang understood that everything was a foregone conclusion and could no longer be reversed.

The kind old father, who had taught her carefully for more than a year, said goodbye to her forever.

"Master!"

The grief-stricken Ling Xiang sat on a stone in front of the small village, still sealed by the divine power light left by the old man before he died, unable to move, and could only look at the endless rain of light and cry.

Wandering and helpless.

The curtain of light seemed to seal even her voice, and no matter how much she cried, it did not alarm the villagers in the small village.

It wasn't until the sun rose from the top of the mountain and sprinkled a golden glow on the earth that when some villagers went out to prepare for work, they found Ling Xiang who had passed out crying.

At that time, the light that sealed Ling Xiang had disappeared.

Awakened, she thought of what had just happened, and flew into the air like mad and flew in front of the old man's tomb.

"Master......"

Ling Xiang lay on the dirt and cried sadly.

Not long after, the villagers at the foot of the mountain also rushed over, and when they saw this scene, they were all stunned.

"It's ......"

"The old fairy actually ...... Passed away? ”

"It's so sudden, I said hello to him yesterday."

Everyone felt very sudden, but they didn't expect that the kind old man who was happy to see everyone passed away quietly.

There was no sign of it before.