Chapter 66: The Old Tree Takes Its Final Bow, Ning Feng Tian Lun

  "Just want to be human?"

  Ning Feng shook his head and sighed.

  Outside Liu's mansion, everyone was silent, with sighs rising and falling, and no one knew how many people thought of their childhood, playing under the old mulberry tree.

  It was high noon, with the sun shining everywhere.

  The sun is shining brightly and freely with its light and heat, even if you stand under it for a long time, even old farmers who work hard all year round will feel sunburned.

  People are like this, let alone an old mulberry tree that has practiced Taiyin Borrowing Shape Technique?

  Plants have spirits, born as yin gods, under the nourishment and protection of the bright moon, they can walk through the night curtain, come and go freely. Once exposed to sunlight, in an instant, they disappear like smoke and clouds.

  The time of the old mulberry tree is limited.

  "Hehehe~~ Hehehe~~"

  The strange sounds, the old mulberry tree's body emitted a thick black smoke like ink, and under the scorching sun, it continued to dissipate. The previous shouting sound was still in his ears, and his figure was twisted and blurred.

  Ning Feng, Shu Bailin, and even the people from Liu Family Village who were present at the scene, everyone who saw this scene had a number in their heart. If they didn't return to the main body of Laozhuang or if Taiyin borrowed the shape of someone else on the scene, the old mulberry tree would self-destruct without anyone needing to add a finger.

  Since he forced him to show up, Ning Feng, would he give him this opportunity?

  The answer is: No!

  Since the old mulberry tree appeared and said those words, Ning Feng started shaking his head constantly, the frost on his face dissipated, but his determination was not shaken.

  "Old mulberry tree, your longing, I can understand, just like ordinary people yearn to become immortals, and immortals long to touch the corner of the divine way."

  "For example, only seeing the thief eating meat but not being beaten; similarly, those inside the wall think it's better outside, while those outside think the scenery is beautiful inside."

  "Generally there is no second."

  Ning Feng shook his head again, his voice turning solemn as he said sternly: "No matter how great the reason, whether it's magnificent or moving, Ning Feng can empathize and even shed tears for you, but if you want to kill someone, take a life, I only have two words:

  No way!

  Ning Feng spoke out loud and clear, his words unhurried, each word weighing a thousand jun, every sentence crisp and distinct, entering the ears of all present.

  Not a few people who had just been moved by sympathy were shocked and frightened.

  Standing in Lao Sang Shu's position, I ask myself, if I were to swap places with him, I'm afraid almost no one can do as well as he does, perhaps they would only be even more vicious and unbearable.

  But if it wasn't Liu Laozhuang who was possessed by Taiyin, then who was it? Was it one of them? Or someone else present at the scene?

  I wonder if he can still sympathize with others?

  No matter how great the dream is, no matter how touching the emotion is, and no matter how convincing the reason is, they cannot cover up one fact: a monster killed a person!

  "Is it really like that?"

  The old mulberry tree smiled bitterly, and the sun sprinkled with golden light seemed like a formless great mountain, pressing his back more and more hunched, leaning on a crutch, his back bent parallel to the ground.

  His repeated shouts and questions seemed to have vented something, and now the old mulberry tree, in its decline, revealed a hint of serenity, like an elderly man sighing at dusk as the sun sets.

  "Old fellow."

  Ning Feng's voice turned gentle, his tone calm and peaceful. "Put down Liu Laozhuang's physical body for now and temporarily return to the mulberry tree's original form to rest. Ning Feng will report back to the seniors and see if there are any other ways to rescue you."

  It was just a few sentences of magic, and the old mulberry tree's figure almost became transparent, looking as if it might disappear like a bubble at any moment.

  Precisely because of this, Ning Feng's words became increasingly rapid towards the end, with a sense of urgency.

  "It's too late."

  The old mulberry tree shook its head, and strangely, it was smiling, smiling benevolently: "My origin is exhausted, and I have once again used the Taiyin borrowed form, exposed to the scorching sun, my soul almost scattered."

  He propped himself up with his cane and straightened his waist with difficulty, using this action to stop Ning Feng's words of advice.

  "I know that the divine palace's high-ranking person has boundless magical powers, and there may be a way to save him. However, his physical wounds are easy to heal, but his Dao heart is beyond salvation."

  "In this old Daoist's heart, there is only a boundless red dust energy, infatuated with the love of children and grandchildren, no longer able to cultivate the Dao."

  "Besides..."

  The old mulberry tree is still smiling, with an extremely satisfied smile, as if it were a bedridden elderly person who has been ill for a long time, feeling that their days are numbered, and looking at the smiles of their children and grandchildren surrounding them.

  "What I've yearned for all my life, I've tasted it now... indeed... intoxicating..."

  "When I'm sick, someone comes to visit me, someone serves me, someone asks about my condition, and someone worries about me... It's great! This is what home feels like, the taste of having loved ones."

  "It's not mine, after all it's not mine, just a taste or two is already a luxury."

  The old mulberry tree moved, his crutch was raised high and fell heavily.

  Bang!

  A loud rumble shook the earth, and the ancient mulberry tree nearby stirred violently, like a giant with muddy feet about to lift its foot and tread across the six harmonies and eight wildernesses.

  A mass of dark and obscure aura was suddenly shaken off from the main body of the old mulberry tree.

  "Ah~"

  A strange cry that didn't sound human came from the yin energy mass, followed by a "hissing" sound, as if it might melt away in the sunlight at any moment.

  After leaving Liu Laozhuang's body, the old mulberry tree regained its magical powers and possessed the demonic power to control its own body.

  That lump of yin energy that burst out from the mulberry tree is naturally --- Liu Laozhuang.

  "Umbrella!"

  Ning Feng shouted loudly and quickly refocused his attention on the old mulberry tree.

  He had a hunch that the old mulberry tree wouldn't be cut down, because every single person in Liu Family Village grew up under its shade, played under it, and even when they were on their deathbeds, their children and grandchildren would gather around them.

  He couldn't help but defend himself, also because of every single Liu family member present at the scene.

  He would rather sacrifice his own life to become a human, cultivating immortality. No matter how many reasons or excuses there were, no matter what kind of demons or monsters, they could not harm the human race in front of him.

  Shu Bailin reacted the fastest, and as soon as Ning Feng's words fell, he rushed over, punching and kicking wildly, shouting loudly, and turning over several oil-paper umbrellas to cover the top of the yin energy mass.

  The old mulberry tree is still there, but Liu Laozhuang's master cannot return to his physical body. If he continues to be exposed to the sunlight like this, even with an oil-paper umbrella to block it, he won't be able to hold on for much longer.

  Time is running out.

  Whether wise or foolish, a human life is a human life, and it's more precious than anything in the world.

  "The Way of Heaven is indeed just."

  "What's yours is yours, what's others' is others'."

  "Heaven will not give it to you if you try to take it by force."

  The old mulberry tree shook its head, filled with a nostalgic tone: "A long, long time ago, several hundred years ago, when the Liu family ancestors established the Liu family village, they invited an opera troupe to perform for everyone, and it was performed right under my branches."

  "It's too good to look at, I've never seen a play before. At that time, I thought, if it could go on forever, how great would it be? Otherwise, one day, one show is enough, ten days, half a month, a year? Ten years? It's all possible."

  "What a pity..." Old San Shu was still shaking his head, extremely regretful, "...they never invited the theater troupe again, I never got to watch another play, how I wish...to see one more performance..."

  "That time watching the play, I learned a word called: curtain call!"

  "The heavens didn't give me what I wanted, so I took it by force; now it's time for me to take a bow."

  "Very fair."

  The old mulberry tree spread its branches, threw away its crutches, and in an instant, the mulberry tree's body violently shook, pulling out countless roots from the ground, dancing as if to cover up the sky.

  "Great one of the Temple of the Sun God, grant me a final bow."

  The old mulberry tree made its last sound, then closed its eyes, only its body was shaking wildly, bringing up flying sand and walking stones, flying leaves like arrows, roots like whips.

  Ning Feng let out a sigh, seeing that this commotion had caused countless people to cry out in alarm, and was about to lead to someone getting hurt.

  He knew this was Old Sangshu seeking death, seeking a final bow.

  "Alright, I'll indulge you!"

  Soft breeze in the sighs, the top of the head shines brightly, the magnificent sun god temple is surrounded by a large amount of divine light, flying out from the virtual to the real, falling from the old mulberry tree shade god's head.

  He held nothing back, except for not using the Sun God Symbol, his entire body shone with Sun God light, and he imagined the divine palace guiding the mighty power of the Great Day of Heaven to burst out.

  "......Thank you......"

  The old mulberry tree murmurs to itself, its demeanor serene.

  The next moment, the divine palace fell into the shade of the old mulberry tree, and then a billion rays of golden light burst out, like a red sun, spewing out from within its body.

  At this moment, the old mulberry tree was dazzlingly bright, eye-searingly bright, and blindingly bright.

  It perishes inch by inch, it is buried in light.

  At last, it still looked around, its eyes sweeping over every blade of grass and every tree in Liu Family Village, looking at every person in Liu Family Village, with endless nostalgia.

  Ning stood quietly watching the scene, when suddenly she heard a low, indistinct voice in her ear: "If heaven doesn't give it to you, can't you really take it by force?"

  No need to turn around, Ning Feng could tell that it was Shu Baili.

  Just as Shu Bailin thought there would be no answer, Ning Feng suddenly spoke up: "If the heavens are heartless, how can they bind me?"

  "If heaven has a heart, it should look at my efforts, my dedication and my persistence."

  Shu Bailin faintly heard something and asked: "Heaven has a heart, but does not look after it, how is that?"

  Ning Feng did not hesitate this time and said directly: "A heaven like this is not heaven at all!"

  As his voice fell, he raised his head and looked forward. In the midst of the bright sunlight, the old mulberry tree was left with only a faint, almost invisible shadow. A soft sigh echoed in everyone's ears.

  "I walk the right path, hold on to my original heart, and traverse the great rivers, like the sun passing through the sky. I am not affected by the changes of the four seasons, nor do I change with the passage of time. By myself, I can gain the favor of heaven and fulfill my wishes!"

  Ning Feng no longer needs to say that if he does so, heaven will no longer be fond of him, and will not grant his wishes. What will become of him then?

  The answer has already been given long before: such a heaven is not heaven at all!

  At least, it's not Ning Feng's day!

  It's not heaven, why should I worship? You don't give it to me, I'll take it myself!

  Shu Bailin was shocked by the ambition and domineering air that Ning Feng revealed in his words, which were usually hidden under a bookish appearance, and he couldn't help but look up at the sky.

  "Only such people are worthy of this glorious day."

  He sighed and then heard Ning Feng say loudly: "Old mulberry tree, have a good journey."

  "If there is an afterlife, you will watch a play again, and your story will be passed down on the stage."

  "All of you present here are witnesses!"

  In the dim light and shadow, the old mulberry tree seemed to be opening its mouth. No sound was emitted, but a word of thanks echoed in the hearts of all present.

  At the same time, there was also a burst of applause, an abrupt and unexpected applause...