The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 263, hook up and down, 100 year, not allowed to change
The old man Huang finally agreed to Li Yu's request to visit the tomb, the main reason is that the old man Huang himself wanted to go.

The old graves on the top of the hill are overgrown with weeds. Even if they are not cleaned up for a few weeks, these yellow weeds will grow like crazy, break through the sky, and cover the grave.

It was only after struggling to push Bala away that he could recognize the handwriting on the tombstone.

The tomb of the ancestor of the Huang family.

The last name added.

Huang Zhiming.

"Grandpa, I came to see you, and I brought someone who claimed to know you. I didn't expect that someone really came to see you, not the old man [Longevity] like a monkey." Huang old man Caressing the head of the grave lightly, he was full of thoughts: "The people who used to look at the monkeys don't come now. People are dead and have no value. It's ironic. In the past, they all came to fake blessings."

His grandpa, his father, his mother and grandma are buried here
When Li Yu stepped into the cemetery, his mind was suddenly affected.

The water mirror actually activated automatically, pulling Li Yu into the hallucination.

"Ding, the water mirror resonates automatically."

"Water drops through stone. With the blessing of time, the willpower of ordinary people can reach an astonishing level that ordinary people cannot touch."

In the illusion, Li Yu saw what happened in the past.

It was a boy, a 16-year-old dark boy, striking an iron, looking up at the sky, full of expectations, and the beauty returned.

"Little baby, don't think about the goddess on the mountain. Come, come, my daughter is very good, and she also likes you very much, why don't you just follow her."

The butcher who came to the knife shop to ask for a knife grinned and joked with a smile. There was a bit of seriousness in his words, and the butcher liked the seriousness of the young man very much.

The boy just smiled and said nothing, still striking the iron with both hands.

The hammer and the iron strike together, the young man is full of vigor, vigor and hope.

The young man has grown into a young man, he is already 25 years old, and he has reached the age where he has to get married. The man has not returned, and the young man's heart is ashamed, and he will marry someone else, and live a happy life.

The young man forgot about the goddess on the mountain, An Anxin lives with his current wife, with a full house of children and grandchildren, happy wife and children.

It's just that happiness didn't last long.

Malaria was prevalent, and his wife died from the disease.

He lost everything again.

Then he waited again.

Waiting for the female Taoist priest who has not come back so far, the one who made the promise back then.

Experienced famine, experienced disease, experienced war, experienced many, many things.

There are so many things that can make a person forget a lot. Pain and joy all seem insignificant in the face of the changes of time.

That young man no longer remembers what he has experienced.

In the end, only the support of obsession remained, and I only knew that I had to wait.

wait.
Wait for the beloved to return.

The power of time is very powerful. Although it is only a blurred fragment, Li Yu witnessed it with his own eyes. He has grown from a young man to a gray-haired old man.

This obsession can be said to be strong, almost exhausting all life.

So much so that when he was pulled out of the water mirror, Li Yu could feel the remaining traces of time on his body.

"You said, has the person Grandpa was waiting for really come back? He's been waiting for so long." The old man Huang murmured, "I heard that it's the goddess on this mountain. Could it be that Grandpa just imagined it? Many times, we wonder if there really is such a person, and for this person, Grandpa has waited for a hundred years."

"Is it really worth paying 100 years for one thought?" Old Man Huang sighed.

"Don't underestimate the power of longing. Sometimes, this power can even travel through time and space. Take a look."

Li Yu lifted Fang Huamin's hijab.

When he saw Fang Huamin's whole picture, Old Man Huang was shocked.

"This is what this is."

"Flowers are like a dream." Li Yu looked at the grave and said indifferently: "At the end of the dream, it has finally come true. This is the person that the son of the swordsmith has been waiting for for a hundred years."

At this time, Fang Huamin's zombies actually moved by themselves.

You must know that it is impossible for this kind of zombie to move by itself without an order.

It's completely unthinkable for the zombies in front of them to act on their own.

Old man Huang was still in shock.

Fang Huamin dragged his body and walked slowly towards the tombstone.

"Dad! Look!"

Xiao Li Huan suddenly exclaimed.

Li Yu looked over, and there was a white smoke coming out of the tomb, as misty as water mist.

The white smoke manifested into the figure of an old man.

White temples drooping hair, drooping eyes, plain single clothes, stooped back, long crutches.

An image of an old man dying.

这 是
Wait until now, young man.

Huang Zhiming.

"No wonder it can directly arouse my water mirror, the strength of this soul body, um, no, this is not a soul, nor a wraith."

Li Yu looked at the old man Huang next to him, and the old man looked at the figure condensed by the white smoke with a look of astonishment.

He saw it too.

But the old man Huang didn't have spiritual vision and spiritual physique. Naturally, what he saw couldn't be a soul, unless it was a powerful vengeful spirit, and the thing in front of him didn't look like a vengeful spirit at all.

Fang Huamin walked towards the tombstone.

The phantom formed by the condensed white smoke also walked towards Fang Huamin.

Huang Zhiming's phantom gradually became younger from old.

Then came to Fang Huamin.

Mutual, cuddling, and finally the phantom returns to nothingness.

"Is this also the supernatural power of mortals? Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. This is something similar to supernatural powers. Human power has limits, but the power of will can surpass this limit."

Li Yu felt what the compositional elements of this phantom of white smoke were, those small spots of light that condensed and floated in the air when using supernatural powers.

A frail centenarian left behind by will before he died.

Fang Huamin stepped over the dissipated white smoke and leaned against the tombstone.

The zombie who was supposed to have no emotion suddenly smiled.

The smile is as beautiful as the blooming in early spring, just like it was back then.

"I am back."

Only then did Li Yu realize it.

It's not just the son of the swordsmith who has strong willpower, Fang Huamin is the same, even if he is transformed into a brainless zombie, he still remembers what he should remember.

The will supported by longing has also gone through a hundred years and has not dissipated, and has been supporting it back here.

[When I come back, I will entrust the master to let me marry you!As long as you can defeat the ghost king, you can agree to any request! 】

[Okay, I will wait for you to come back, keep waiting]

[We pull the hook ~ pull the hook up and down. 】

[100 years, no changes are allowed. 】

Under the empty mountain and the moon, lovesickness is like a dream, and a century-old dream is like a bubble.
(End of this chapter)