Chapter 665
You Don't Want Me Back as Your Master Either?
As the scene changes, it seems as if tens of thousands of years have passed in a hazy, dreamlike state.
"Son, you're finally back."
In his hazy state, Lin Yang heard his mother calling him.
When he opened his eyes, he was back home.
But now, my mother is in her twilight years and her time is drawing near.
"Mom?" Lin Yang could hardly believe his eyes.
He vaguely remembered that he was doing something very important, but how did he end up back home inexplicably, and why was his mother's death day approaching?
"Son, I can die in peace now that you were able to come back in my final moments."
His mother, Zhang Fang, reached out and stroked his cheek, her breath suddenly fading.
"Mother!"
Lin Yang was immediately alarmed and, without thinking twice, used all his strength to try to prolong his life.
But it was all in vain.
His mother, Zhang Fang, passed away peacefully before his eyes.
"mom!!"
Lin Yang wept bitterly.
At this moment, Fatty He, who was also getting on in years, walked over and patted him on the shoulder:
“Yangzi, your cultivation is too fast, we can never keep up with your pace. Don’t be too sad, it’s all destined. After we’re gone, you must take good care of yourself and not let Aunt Zhang and us worry.”
As he spoke, Fatty He's last breath began to wane, and he too passed away.
"No, Fatty!"
Lin Yang was deeply saddened, watching his loved ones pass away one by one, which was unbearable for him.
His mother Zhang Fang, He Pangzi and his son, Zhao Zizhen and others all passed away one after another after seeing him for the last time.
Lin Yang buried them one by one, then sat on the grave mound, motionless.
At that moment, he seemed to have lost the meaning of living.
All the hard work and striving to become stronger in the past was just to make my mother and others live better and live longer, wasn't it?
But now, despite his best efforts, he could only helplessly watch them leave one by one.
He felt an unprecedented level of exhaustion.
A wave of drowsiness suddenly washed over me.
"It wouldn't be so bad if I could just sleep like this forever."
As Lin Yang pondered, his consciousness began to blur.
"Son, son, what's wrong? Wake up!"
"Yangzi, wake up quickly!"
"Student Lin, student Lin..."
After an unknown amount of time, in a daze, Lin Yang heard his mother, Fatty He, Zhao Zizhen, and others calling him urgently.
He forced his eyes open, and what he saw were concerned gazes and familiar faces.
"Mom? Fatty He? Dean Zhao...you're all still alive??"
Lin Yang was stunned.
He remembered that his mother and the others were already dead.
He buried it himself.
But now...
what's going on?
"Yangzi, what nonsense are you talking about? When did we die?"
Fatty He spoke first, his brows furrowed slightly.
Zhang Fang slapped Lin Yang on the head: "You brat, were you having a nightmare? Did you dream that we died?"
"Sleep? Nightmare?" Lin Yang murmured.
"Yes, you've been sleeping for several days now, and you keep calling our names in your dreams, which really scared us."
Zhang Fang nodded and handed over a bowl of porridge: "You've been sleeping for a few days, your lips are dry, you must be thirsty. Drink the porridge first to regain your strength, then Mom will go cook for you."
Lin Yang subconsciously took the porridge, still feeling somewhat puzzled.
With his abilities, how could he be sleeping?
And he sleeps for several days at a time?
"Yangzi, you must have worked too hard outside. As soon as you got back, you relaxed and took a nap."
While they were wondering what was going on, Fatty He leaned over and whispered something.
"Outside?"
Lin Yang whispered.
I have a feeling that I've forgotten something.
"Yes, you've been away for a long time, you're finally back."
Fatty He continued speaking softly:
"You look so tired. Why don't you stay home instead of going out from now on? Although our cultivation can't keep up with yours, we've still lived a long lifespan. Don't work too hard for us."
"This……"
Lin Yang paused, feeling that something was amiss.
For a moment, I couldn't figure out what was wrong.
But the pain of losing his mother and the others was still incredibly vivid in his mind.
This made Lin Yang hesitate for a moment before saying, "Alright, then I'll stay home for now."
Since his mother and the others were still alive, he naturally wanted to spend more time with them.
"That's great, Yangzi. Aunt Zhang will be so happy to know you're not leaving anymore."
Upon hearing this, Fatty He clapped his hands happily and turned to tell Zhang Fang.
A short while later, Zhang Fang also came in and said softly:
"Son, it's good that you've thought it through. Mom doesn't expect you to be anything special, I just want you to be safe and sound. From now on, stay at home, and Mom will cook delicious food for you!"
"Okay, Mom!" Lin Yang replied obediently.
Whether what happened before was a dream or whatever, now that he has the chance to be with his family again, he doesn't want to think about it too much.
Before we knew it, several years had passed.
In recent years, Lin Yang has felt an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort.
Every day I just spend time with my mom and others, without having to think about cultivation or any other pressure.
The days seemed to pass by forever. But as time went by, he felt more and more that there were more important things to do.
"Outside, where exactly is outside? Where did I come from? Why do I still want to go outside?"
A few years later, Lin Yang gently rubbed his head with one hand, feeling that there was something of utmost importance outside that required him to go.
But no matter who he asked, they would only tell him that he had come back from outside, but never tell him what the outside place was.
"Something's wrong, very wrong."
Lin Yang began to re-examine everything and everyone around him.
reality.
Extremely true.
"Son, are you starting to overthink again? Stop thinking so much, isn't it good to just stay with Mom forever?"
Just as Lin Yang was thinking so hard his head was about to explode, his mother Zhang Fang walked in. Seeing his appearance, she immediately said something with heartache.
"Mom, I want to stay with you forever, but I always feel like there are more important things for me to do, but I just can't remember what they are!"
Lin Yang was in great pain.
"If you can't remember, it means that the important thing isn't as important as you think. Promise Mom you won't think about it anymore, okay? Just stay with Mom and A-Ming forever," Zhang Fang comforted her softly.
"Mom, I..."
Lin Yang wanted to say something more, but Zhang Fang raised her hand to stop him:
"Don't say any more, promise Mom, okay? Just stay here forever, okay?"
"Mom, I...okay, I'll answer..."
Seeing his mother Zhang Fang's pleading look, Lin Yang's heart softened, and he was about to agree.
But the next moment, his head suddenly started to ache, and then a wisp of memory invaded.
Suddenly, he pushed Zhang Fang's hand away: "Mom, you are not my mom, and this is not home!"
Zhang Fang was clearly taken aback: "Silly boy, what are you talking about? If this isn't home, where is it? And if this isn't your mother, then who is she?"
"Mom... I just remembered something. I need to go outside. I have to go!"
Lin Yang looked at Zhang Fang and remembered that he was undergoing a tribulation.
Everything here must be fake!
But the next moment, seeing him about to leave, his mother Zhang Fang's eyes instantly filled with tears: "Son, don't you want your mother anymore?"
Lin Yang felt a pang of pain in his heart.
At the same time, another plump, white figure suddenly walked in and smiled at Lin Yang:
"My dear disciple, why didn't you tell me you were coming home? I only found out you were back today. Where are you rushing off to again?"
This plump, white figure was none other than the plump, white-haired old man, Zhu Cang.
Upon seeing that plump, white figure and that kind, white face, Lin Yang's mind went blank for a moment, and he instantly forgot the things he had just remembered.
The memories that had briefly flooded his mind were beginning to fade away again.
The next instant, Lin Yang rushed over and hugged the plump old man tightly, choking back tears as he called out:
"Master, you're not dead?!"
"Hey, you brat, what are you saying? Your master is right here, isn't he?"
The plump old man was somewhat puzzled, then laughed and scolded.
"But I clearly remember that you died outside while trying to save me," Lin Yang couldn't help but say.
"What do you mean, 'died outside'?"
The plump old man tilted his head slightly, his face full of doubt, then seemed to remember something, and smiled at Lin Yang:
"Oh, you mean that matter? I remember now. It was actually my clone that died back then. My true self has always been in a very safe place. Although the clone died, my true self is still perfectly fine, isn't it?"
"Really...really?" Lin Yang asked hesitantly.
"Haha, of course it's true. Would your master lie to you?"
The plump old man laughed heartily, then patted Lin Yang on the shoulder and whispered:
"You must be exhausted from being out there. Promise me you'll stay and keep me company, okay?"
"Master, I..."
Lin Yang opened his mouth, about to agree again.
But then a slight throbbing pain suddenly shot through my head again, and some memories flooded in.
In an instant, Lin Yang understood some more things.
He looked at the plump old man in front of him, and his eyes instantly reddened: "Master!"
"Why are you crying? Did something happen, or did someone bully my precious disciple? Tell your master, and I will avenge you right away!"
The chubby old man also reached out and hugged Lin Yang, then patted him on the back.
These words and actions made Lin Yang's eyes even more moist.
Even though he knew it was all unreal at that moment, he still couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.
"Master, I'm fine. No one bullied me. I just missed you so much!"
Lin Yang wiped his eyes and said in a low voice.
"You little rascal, you always say such funny things to please your teacher!" The plump old man laughed and said, "Your teacher also misses my precious disciple very much."
"Master." Lin Yang looked at the plump old man, and for a moment they were speechless.
"What's wrong?" the plump old man asked with concern.
"Master, thank you!" Lin Yang hugged the plump old man gently again. "Thank you for your care, but I have to go."
"Are you leaving again? Don't you want your master anymore?" The plump old man suddenly spoke, and his words caused Lin Yang's heart to ache once more.
"Master, I..."
For a moment, Lin Yang was speechless, and wanted to say that they should leave it for a few more days.
However, a sliver of clarity in his mind allowed him to retain a last shred of reason:
"Master, please forgive your unfilial son!"
He bowed deeply to the plump old man.
Then, he suddenly turned around.
He feared that if he didn't leave soon, he would never be able to leave again.
Because this is not home.
It is an illusion caused by mental anguish.
"My precious disciple!"
Just as Lin Yang stepped out of the house, the plump old man's voice rang out behind him again:
"Remember, if you encounter any trouble outside, come to your master anytime. Your master will always protect you!"
"If you get tired, feel free to come back anytime!"
Lin Yang paused, suppressing the urge to turn around and stay, and nodded sharply before stepping out of the house. (End of Chapter)