Chapter 1572: Going like smoke

Wang Lin seemed not to notice the arrival of the old man. He stroked the tombstone and knelt in front of the tomb. The tombstone was very cold, and the coolness came into his hands, but it turned into a hint of warmth, warming his mind.

Tears dripped down her cheeks to the ground and fell on the tomb. Slowly, the soil of the tomb wet seemed to melt in and flow into her parents.

The coolness in the hands, the warmth in the heart, the tears in the eyes and the wetness on the tomb soil made Wang Lin and the tomb of their parents seem to merge into one in this moment.

This fusion exudes an indescribable smell.

The old man in the sky looked at all this in a daze, his mind roared, like countless thunders blew, his body trembled faintly, and there was a guess in his mind, which made his eyes excited.

There is only one person who is qualified to kneel in front of this grave, a person who is qualified to cry in front of this grave, and a person who is qualified to speak the word "parent" in this world, that is, the only one person who is the throne!

In Wang Lin's body, a soft light slowly seemed to faintly permeate, covering the tomb. He was confused and knelt there and tears kept falling, looking sadly at the name of his parents on the tombstone.

But when the old man looked at it, he took a breath. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but in front of him, a blurred figure suddenly appeared on the left side of Wang Lin.

The figure is very weak, as if the wind blows, it will dissipate. She has long hair and can't see clearly, but she can feel the same sadness coming from her body.

She stood silently beside Wang Lin, looked at the grave, and also knelt down.

At a distance, this illusory woman and Wang Lin were worshipped in front of their parents' tombs as if they were husband and wife.

In a blink of an eye, on the right side of Wang Lin, under the eyes of the old man, an illusory figure appeared again. The figure was a young man. The young man looked about twenty years old, and his appearance was very similar to Wang Lin. The moment the young man appeared, the third illusory shadow next to him appeared, this was a woman.

They looked at the grave, looked sad, and knelt down together.

This scene seemed to be a family of four, and while it was warm, there was also an inexplicable bitterness, which dissipated the old man's mind.

At this moment, a whistling sound echoed in the distance, but the madman came laughing, and the three old disciples chased him behind him.

Everyone came over the old house in an instant.

The three old disciples shouted angrily as soon as they approached, they were immediately swept by their master's sleeves, and rolled the three of them to their side. With a glaring eyes, the three of them immediately stopped shouting and bowed their heads without saying a word. But when they bowed their heads, they saw Wang Lin kneeling in front of the grave below.

The madman ran away and turned around and saw that no one continued to chase after him. He couldn't help but scratched his head, and his body shook and landed in the yard next to the old house below. Seeing Wang Lin kneeling not far away, he immediately ran closer, but exclaimed and circled around Wang Lin for a few times. He vaguely saw the three illusory shadows beside Wang Lin.

Wang Lin ignored all this. He knelt there silently, stroking the tombstone, as if stroking his parents' old faces.

At this moment, the world became dark. As the sunset gradually set, the entire Zhao State formation flashed violently. However, the great masters of the Zhuque Star who had sensed the waves of the formation before turned into more than ten Taoist rainbows and howled. In a blink of an eye, they rushed into the formation. After entering Zhao State, they seemed to have noticed it and headed straight for Wang Lin's place.

The dark sky was immediately swept by long rainbows, and many monks appeared from the rainbows, and they all appeared in the air, staring blankly at Wang Lin kneeling in front of the tomb below.

Some people are local monks of the Vermillion Bird Star who have seen Wang Lin before. At this moment, when they saw Wang Lin kneeling in front of the tomb, they immediately recognized Wang Lin’s identity!

"Feng Zun!!!"

"Wang Lin!!"

The bursts of exclamations came from the monks who recognized Wang Lin, causing a commotion, as if a storm had been set off, causing all the coming monks to shake their bodies, their expressions were shocked, and they were even more unbelievably excited.

The old man's three disciples were even more stunned. They never expected that the person who walked with the madman, the person they talked about vulgarity, would be the priest!

At this moment, my mind was blank. The three of them had forgotten to think and stayed there.

As the sky brightened in the distance, a red cloud roared towards him. In a blink of an eye, he approached here. A man walked out of the clouds and mist. This man was an old man. He was wearing a red robe and had a face under his hair. He was powerful without anger.

It is vague that Zhou Wutai looks like back then from his old face.

This old man is the lord of the Suzaku Star, Zhou Wutai!

He looked at Wang Lin kneeling down below, with reminiscence and melancholy expressions. He stood there silently for a long time, and whispered a word in the silence of all the monks around him.

"You... are back..."

Wang Lin did not look up, but kept looking at the tombstone, and after a while he spoke in a low voice.

"Here I'm back..."

Zhou Wutai is old, and his body smells of vicissitudes. As he steps, he comes to Wang Lin and bends towards the tomb.

"You all leave, let me and him be quiet." Zhou Wutai looked up and glanced at the people in the sky. Although many of the cultivators here have higher cultivation than him, Zhou Wutai is the lord of the Vermillion Bird Star. His identity is the most respected among the cultivators here, and his words are already higher than his cultivation.

The more than ten monks around were filled with excitement in silence. After bowing deeply to Wang Lin, they bowed to the tomb and then turned away with respect.

Many of them did not belong to the Vermilion Bird Star, but came from other places and voluntarily protected the Vermilion Bird Star to respect the Primordial Bird Star.

The old man also left with his three disciples whom he still cannot believe.

In a blink of an eye, only Wang Lin, Zhou Wutai and the madman were left in the old house. After watching for a while, the madman felt a little bored, so he walked to the side, leaned against the wall of the yard, closed his eyes and started to fall asleep.

"How long will it take to stay when you come back this time?" Zhou Wutai was silent for a moment, sat beside Wang Lin, took out two pots of wine with his right hand, placed it beside him, looked at the grave, and spoke softly.

Wang Lin raised his hand that was touching the tombstone and sat silently on the ground. The three illusory shadows outside his body slowly dissipated.

"It won't be too long..." Wang Lin picked up a wine pot and put it to his mouth and took a sip.

"This is..." The wine in the pot had a familiar taste, as if it was back more than a thousand years ago.

"This is the Zeng family's wine. I left a lot of it back then, just to get drunk with you again." Zhou Wutai said softly.

"I have accepted the child of Zeng as a disciple... If he knew you were back, he would be very happy." Zhou Wutai picked up the wine pot, took a sip, looked at the sky, and said slowly.

Wang Lin was silent, and the child who had Zeng Niu back then seemed to appear before his eyes, the child with good talent.

"Thank you." Wang Lin looked at his parents' grave and whispered.

"What are you thanking me, the Lord of Suzaku, and you gave me back then, but I can't stop the change of the Suzaku Star. After you became a priest, many people came, and they were kind-hearted. If you want to make this place a holy land, I can only keep this Zhao State..." Zhou Wutai smiled bitterly and shook his head, and took a big sip.

"I know you are a nostalgic person. Maybe there have been too many changes here, making you unfamiliar." Zhou Wutai sighed softly.

Wang Lin didn't say anything, and drank all the pot of wine one by one, Zhou Wutai took out a few pots again and put them in front of him.

The sky is slowly dark, and the moonlight covers the earth, but in the softness, there is a hint of coolness.

The two of them were drinking the wine of the past in the moonlight, outside this old house, at Wang Lin's home, slowly drinking and talking about the past.

"The rune clan's life has ended and I'll bury it... He kept saying your name before his death..."

"Yuntian Sect has now become one of the nine major sects, but the old friends of that time have disappeared one after another. Today's Suzaku Star, not to mention that you are unfamiliar, even I feel unfamiliar...

There were very few people left back then, very few..." Zhou Wutai drank with a look of reminiscence.

"Do you still remember Zhou Zihong from Huofen Country? I later learned that you have old things. She left many years ago with her mother Feng Luan. It is said that she joined a sect in Zhaohe...

That Taoist couple Zhou Zihong died in a war a few years ago…”

Wang Lin listened to Zhou Wutai's words and drank wine silently, one pot, one pot.

"Wang Lin, I actually envy you..." The thicker the moonlight, and the bright moon hung high in the sky, under the moonlight, Zhou Wutai seemed to be a little drunk. Perhaps it was not the body, but the soul.

"You dare to walk out of this Suzaku Star and dare to struggle in life and death... I dare not, I can only protect here..." Zhou Wutai's face showed bitterness.

"This guard has been more than a thousand years... I can never forget that you appointed me as the Lord of the Suzaku Star and left alone, gradually dissipating on the back of the sky. At that time, although I was envious, I was not as strong as I am now..."

"Do you still remember my disciple..." Zhou Wutai took a big sip of wine, and his eyes showed sadness.

"He has been dead for many years, and he is the artistic conception of my transformation into a god... I promised him that I would accompany him until death... I buried him on the Suzaku Star. Every time I wanted to leave the Suzaku Star, I would look at him and drink alone in front of his grave alone." Zhou Wutai lowered his head.

"My disciple is very home-loving. He doesn't want to leave his hometown..."

Wang Lin did not speak, and drank the old wine from the Zeng family with Zhou Wutai until the bright moon gradually dissipated, until the sky turned white, and until Chu Yang looked up.
Chapter completed!