Chapter Sixteen: Looking Back Once More, I Am Now a Withered Flower and a Fallen Willow

  "Alright, stop hitting, stop hitting."

  Hong Ying held a lollipop and tried to calm down the enraged Ice Sword Saint, while Hao Renjie immediately threw her a grateful glance.

  "Isn't it just eating inside and peeling outside?"

  "Isn't this deceiving one's teacher and ancestors?"

  "What's the big deal?"

  "If you're not satisfied, draw your sword and slash away. Just using fists is no good."

  Bing Feng Jian Sheng and Hao Ren Jie simultaneously glared angrily at Hong Ying who was fanning the flames.

  "Turn back, scram!" Bing Feng Jian Sheng suppressed the anger in his heart and chased Hao Renjie away.

  After all, he is the last disciple, although stupid, but can't really kill him.

  "It's done." Hong Ying crunched on a stick of rock candy, "Now let's get down to business."

  "I've reviewed Lin Ao's information, and I'm telling you, this kind of **silk, I can take him down. Come, let me analyze it with you." Hong Ying's expression was serious, "Someone like Lin Ao, even if he becomes a Saint, can't escape the mediocre mindset, especially now that he's suddenly become rich and has unlimited resources, he'll definitely expose this kind of **silk mindset without a doubt. If I were him, what do you think I would do?"

  Bing Feng Jian Sheng sat up straight and looked at Hong Ying.

  "Returning home in glory! Meet the old folks, reunite with old classmates. Otherwise, it's just a fancy dress for a midnight stroll, not showing off in front of familiar faces. Even if you become a saint or a god, it's still pointless!"

  Bing Feng Jian Sheng sank into thought for a moment, and Hong Ying looked at him with eager eyes. "How about it? Do you think my analysis makes sense?"

  "Master, there's news. The package sent to Ren Jie was from San Su County."

  Bing Feng Jian Sheng sprang to his feet, casting a disdainful glance at Hong Ying, and with a wave of his hand, "Inform the two Supreme Elders that Lin Huang is in San Su Prefecture, depart immediately."

  "Wait for me! Ah, you have to trust my judgment. I won't be wrong." Hong Ying hastily followed behind, shouting loudly.

  Dacheng County, Nancheng, hometown of painter saints, also Lin Huang's hometown.

  "I thought that someone who could become a saint would not be tainted by worldly desires, but I didn't expect you to be so vulgar." Spring and Autumn King looked at Lin Huang with disdain and ridicule.

  "I'm telling you, if you want to make a triumphant return home, you should first change your appearance. Didn't you steal the Tian Nan Daoist temple? With crystal leading the way and divine artifacts paving the ground, that's the only way to have an imposing presence."

  Lin Huang glanced at Spring and Autumn Wang, walked into a nearby flower shop, "You still have 36 months, think slowly, if you can't think of it, you will die. Right, I want a bunch of white chrysanthemums. Thank you."

  Taking the flowers, Lin Huang ignored the gloomy-faced Chunqiu Wang and headed straight to the cemetery in his memory, his footsteps heavy.

  "Wow, it's been a long time since you came to pay your respects. The grass has grown so tall, and you're really an unfilial child."

  "Shut up!"

  Lin Huang's eyes flashed like lightning as he harshly scolded, causing Chun Qiu Wang's heart to tremble and no longer dare to pretend to be crazy, retreating to the side.

  Carefully pulling out the weeds in front of the grave, one by one, and then arranging the prepared flowers and offerings, Lin Ao heavily knocked three times on the grave, stood up, and his expression was somewhat desolate.

  "You said, if I go to the underworld, can I bring them back to life."

  Lin Huang suddenly spoke up and asked.

  "How is that possible?" Spring and Autumn King shook his head decisively, "I've seen your parents' records, they died ten years ago, and their cultivation was only at the lower segment of the Scholar rank. The threshold for entering the Netherworld is very high. In a situation like your parents', even if gods came, there's nothing that can be done. Their souls have long since decayed and dispersed, who knows, maybe with just one breath from you, there are already particles of their annihilated souls inside."

  "Ouch!"

  Lin Hu kicked over and Spring Autumn Wang's chest collapsed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and after a moment of fear, he didn't dare to speak recklessly again.

  "The deceased is gone. Dying and coming back to life is just a myth, even gods can't do it, no one can, don't be delusional."

  The king of Spring and Autumn looked at Lin Huang's expression, which was unpredictable, and was greatly shocked in his heart. He feared that Lin Huang would fall into the illusion of reviving his parents, which would be too terrible.

  Although there are legends of death and rebirth in this world, those are fallen gods reviving, divine immortality, and the possibility of rebirth. However, it is impossible for ordinary people to be reborn. This is a law that even gods cannot defy.

  "I know." Lin Huang weakly waved his hand, "The son wants to support but the parents do not wait. The mortal world has regrets, the sage has regrets, can it be that only the divine spirit has no regrets? Must one really cut off the mortal world, isolate the seven emotions and six desires, in order to transcend and become a god?"

  At Lin Huang's level of cultivation, the experiences of his predecessors were no longer useful; to become a god, he had to forge his own path.

  For Lin Huang, every realization and every emotional fluctuation could very likely be where his path lies.

  After a moment of contemplation, Lin Huang had no leads and could only give up. Turning around, he saw a slender woman holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums standing in the distance.

  It's her.

  "Who?" Spring and Autumn King turned his head to look, "Huh, isn't this that old ** of yours? Ah yo!"

  Lin Huang kicked Chunqiu Wang to the ground with one foot and thought for a moment before walking over, "Hey."

  "Hi." Chen Ruo hadn't expected to run into Lin Huang and was a bit flustered, but quickly calmed down. "I'll go take a look at Uncle Lin and Auntie Lin."

  "You..."

  "You..."

  "You go first." Lin Huang smiled and his gaze gradually became calm.

  "I'm getting married. Although I don't know what happened to you, I hope you can come." Chen Ruo also saw the news about Lin Huang and was even called in for questioning by the law enforcement department several times, but now it seems that things have calmed down, at least there is no longer any news of a manhunt for Lin Huang on Dream Net.

  "Good." Lin Huo slowly opened his mouth, carefully looking at Chen Ruo. In his mind, the unfulfilled sixty-year-old vow gradually flashed through his heart, and his expression became increasingly calm.

  Chen Ruo felt a little short of breath and looked at Lin Huang in surprise, suddenly feeling that Lin Huang had become very unfamiliar, with an eerie feeling that he was no longer human rising to the surface.

  Forcing down the terrible thought in his heart, Chen Ruoqiang smiled and put down a bouquet of flowers in front of the tomb, smiled at Chun Qiu Wang who was bleeding profusely on the ground, and never looked back again.

  "You think she will go and betray us? Ah, you hit me again, I'm going all out with you!"

  Lin Ao didn't say a word, he just looked at his parents' tomb, looking at the flowers left by Chen Ruo, and suddenly a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then gradually became calm, peaceful, and rational. At this moment, Lin Ao cut off worldly desires.

  "Looking back..."

  "It's already a withered flower and a fallen willow. Haha, I know, you must have heard that she's getting married, so you're particularly moved, right?" Spring Autumn King laughed loudly.

  Lin Huang looked at him calmly, making Chun Qiu Wang's heart feel hairy.

  "You don't understand." Lin Huang slowly opened his mouth, and for the first time, he let Chun Qiu Wang know what it means to have the majesty of a saint.

  Sages are without emotions, treating all things as straw dogs.

  The words flashed through Wang's subconscious mind like a spring and autumn.

  "After all, it's still a bit short. However, it's fast, it's fast." Lin Huang smiled lightly, knowing that his mood was complete at this moment, sixty years of companionship in the mortal world, seemingly completing his mood, cutting off the red dust, but if not for today's trip to the grave, Lin Huang almost deceived himself.

  Can calmly accept Chen Ruo's marriage, can calmly accept the death of parents, until this moment, Lin Huang has truly let go, cut off the red dust, and become a non-human from now on.