A trace of whiteness appeared in the horizon. In June, the temperature was very pleasant.

In the small yard, there was an empty coffin, dried blood on the floor, and a few broken blue bricks.

Lao Hei and Da Hui fell asleep lying under the coffin.

An old Taoist priest with white hair sat on a stool with his back hunched.

The wick on the table is half spread on the table.

Chen Yang stood beside him, looked at the old man, and asked, "Can you stand up?"

"It's okay, it's okay."

The old man shook his head and said, "Although I have borrowed thirty-six years of life, I don't know how much I can die if I die. I'll make up for it. How many days will I live? It's enough for me to explain my funeral."

The old man is Song Jingwei.

That night, Chen Yang watched with his own eyes the process of Song Jingwei moving from a middle-aged man to an elderly man.

My black hair has turned white and my body has entered the old age.

There were layers of wrinkles on the face, the eyes were turbid, and there was no strength to speak.

He stood up from the stool and said, "I have to trouble you and send me to a place."

"good."

Chen Yang nodded and asked Lao Hei and the others to stay here before leaving, not to walk around and wait for him to come back.

Song Jingwei grabbed his hand, adjusted her breathing, and tried hard to straighten her body, and walked slowly every step.

After walking for more than a dozen steps, you have to stop and take a break, take a few breaths, and then continue walking.

On the way, I met a disciple who was doing morning classes, and the disciples looked at him curiously.

I feel it looks familiar but not sure.

"I'll stop a car."

Chen Yang asked him to wait outside the Taoist temple. He walked to the side of the road, stopped a taxi, and then helped him sit in.

"Thank you, go to Shuiximen."

The driver turned the steering wheel and asked, "Master, which number is Shuiximen?"

Song Jingwei said: "The Liu family noodle restaurant on the street."

"The master also likes to eat which beef noodles?"

"Yes, I've been eating it for decades, and my son likes it too."

"That piece is quite delicious, and the salted duck next to the noodle restaurant is also a unique feature in our Laoling Mountain."

Song Jing smiled and said, "Yes, the duck is delicious, my son likes it."

Chen Yang was silent when he heard this. Looking at Song Jingwei, who could chat with the driver with every word, suddenly the corners of his eyes felt a little sore.

The taxi parked at the entrance of the noodle shop. Chen Yang helped him down and said before leaving: "Master, wait a moment, I have to go to a place later."

"Okay, then you can hurry up a little."

"good."

Chen Yang supported Song Jingwei and asked, "I'll bring him here?"

"Well, I'm waiting for him here, please come and go again."

Chen Yang shook his head and said, "I'll accompany you in."

"No, you go straight, I have to buy a duck next to you."

Song Jing waved his hand slightly, and Chen Yang had to give up, got in the car, told the driver that he had just driven away.

Song Xueming was placed under house arrest in the Su family. Now that the matter has been resolved, Song Xueming has also restored his freedom.

The Su family will no longer make things difficult for him.

The ritual of the seedling and life ritual ended last night. The four of them, in accordance with Song Jingwei's request, waited until dawn to change into clean clothes from the inside to the outside before leaving.

They watched Song Jingwei's black hair turn gray with their own eyes. Although they did not feel any obvious changes, Song Jingwei's changes made them believe that they did borrow their lives.

When she got home, Su Ruiping said: "You go back to the house to rest first."

Then he walked towards the villa's garage.

The electric door of the garage slowly pulled up with a creaking sound.

A young man with messy hair and dirty clothes squatted on the ground against the wall, his head buried on his knees, seemed to be asleep.

Su Ruiping walked over and kicked him: "Go back, I will have someone come to find you tomorrow and sign the divorce agreement. You will have nothing to do with our family in the future."

"Um?"

Song Xueming opened his eyes and listened to his words in a daze, his brain was still a little unconscious.

"Dad, what did you say?"

"I'm not your father." Su Ruiping said: "Let's go, go back to your Qingfeng Temple, don't come to Su Wei in the future."

Song Xueming walked out of the Su family villa in a daze, stood on the road, watching the cars coming and going, but he didn't know what was going on.

Su Ruiping, let me go like that?

"Fa Ming!"

Someone shouted loudly in the distance.

"Fa Ming? It seems to be my Taoist name."

Song Xueming turned his head in confusion: "Xuanyang?"

"Just stop here, I will come back soon."

Chen Yang pushed open the car door and walked over quickly. Looking at his appearance, he couldn't help frowning.

"Is it okay?"

"I..." Song Xueming finally woke up a little and asked, "Are you looking for me?"

"Abbot Jingwei asked me to take you there."

"master…"

"Follow me."

Chen Yang turned around and walked towards the car. Song Xueming hesitated for a moment and followed.

After getting on the bus, Song Xueming remained silent.

At this moment, his brain was clear and he had more doubts.

"The master asked you to come to me?"

"yes."

"Have you told me about me?"

"Sayed."

"Su Ruiping him..."

"The matter has been resolved." Chen Yang turned his head and looked at him: "Abbot Jingwei is not a good Taoist priest. He has not done well enough in many places. But he must be a good master and a good father."

Song Xueming didn't know why he suddenly mentioned this.

It seemed like something had happened to him.

He looked at the view passing by outside the car and asked, "Where is this going? Don't you go back to the Taoist temple?"

Chen Yang didn't say anything.

The driver said, "That master is waiting for you to have breakfast in the noodle shop."

The more Song Xueming listened, the more confused he became.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped outside the noodle shop.

"Get out."

After paying, Chen Yang pushed open the car door.

Song Xueming stood beside him, looking at the noodle shop in front of him and the braised dish shop next to him.

"Dad, I want to eat the noodles from Uncle Liu's house and the salted duck from Uncle Li's house."

A father and son passed by, the **-year-old boy, pulled the man's arm and said.

The man touched his head and cursed with a smile: "Why are you so edible? I can't afford to support you at all," he said.

Song Xueming seemed to see himself back then.

"Go in, he's waiting for you in the noodle shop."

Song Xueming nodded and walked towards the noodle shop. Chen Yang followed behind.
To be continued...