Chapter 209 Return to Oneness

Cheng Ling's chest rose and fell violently.

Old Master Cheng looked at her, "Xiao Ling, welcome back. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Cheng Ling's hands trembled.

This old man, waiting here for nearly 22 years, just to wait for her?

"Grandpa!"

Cheng Ling rushed over and hugged her grandfather.

"Hey - good granddaughter, good granddaughter! You have suffered!" Old Master Cheng patted Cheng Ling on the back.

This pat made Cheng Ling burst into tears.

This was the first time Cheng Ling cried bitterly.

She was taught from a young age that tears are a symbol of weakness.

Tears have no meaning.

However, the only way to vent emotions now is tears.

Those emotions that were desperately suppressed, betrayed, sad, painful, confused... all came out.

During the days she traveled through, she criticized herself for secretly enjoying the happiness of others, while coveting the warmth of her family.

She was squeezed by tangled and contradictory emotions.

She has always been fearless, but that is because she has no one to rely on.

And now, her heart has a place to rest.

She has a family!

Not stealing, not robbing, not occupying!

Justified!

Cheng Ling's crying was forbearing. She clenched her fists and tried not to make a sound.

Old Master Cheng did not interrupt her or comfort her. He just patted her back gently.

After a long time, Cheng Ling reluctantly calmed down, with red and swollen eyes, and loosened his arms.

Old Master Cheng sniffed quietly.

"Grandpa, you have worked hard all these years. Do you live here?" Cheng Ling's voice was hoarse.

"Of course not. And I don't work hard, and I don't work - I hired more than a dozen people to clean here, deworming and maintenance, daily maintenance, and daily incense and changing tributes. I just go up the mountain to take a look occasionally. It's especially free and easy."

Grandpa said it nonchalantly because he was afraid that he would worry.

Think about it, Grandpa has never left Hangzhou for half a step in these years.

There is an invisible rope tied to his ankle, trapping him in this small space.

Cheng Ling felt distressed just thinking about it.

She tried to divert her emotions: "Grandpa, do you want to listen to my story?"

"Of course, but not now." Old Master Cheng laughed loudly, "Silly child, this matter is not over yet. You are not complete now."

Cheng Ling's eyes and nose were red and swollen, showing a surprised expression: "Huh?"

"The two parts of your soul and the fragments left by your sister have not merged into one. The poem says that this full moon day is the time for your soul to reunite."

- No wonder it is said that Cheng Mianhu has always been very close to his sister, after all, the souls are attracted to each other.

But Cheng Ling's face changed: "But will this hurt my sister? If it will hurt my sister, I would rather keep the status quo."

"Of course not. She has been nourishing your fragments with her soul. Now, those fragments are trying to break free from your sister and respond to the call of your soul."

"She has fainted frequently recently, which means she can no longer hold your fragments!"

"Don't worry, the housekeeper and the driver are taking care of your sister. She will be fine."

"On the contrary, you will probably suffer - the soul fusion process will be very painful."

Cheng Ling was a little nervous and a little expectant: "Grandpa, what should I do?"

Grandpa looked up at the sky.

It's a good day today.

Cheng Ling climbed the mountain near dusk, and it was already dusk.

"After you throw this half of the clay sculpture into the lake, go and lie on the bed in the side hall."

"When the moonlight shines on the lake, I guess it's the time for your soul to merge."

The afterglow of the setting sun has disappeared, and the moon gradually appears in the sky.

Cheng Ling immediately carried the clay sculpture and threw it into the lake.

The lake swallowed up the clay sculpture, and after a few small bubbles emerged, ripples appeared.

"Okay, go to that room and lie down. I'm afraid that if you faint later, I won't be able to move you."

Cheng Ling obediently went to the side hall.

As soon as she entered the door, she almost stumbled and fell.

When the half clay sculpture entered the lake, her head suddenly hurt violently without any warning.

It was as if someone hooked her skull with an iron hook and wanted to pull it off.

In just a moment, the joints of her bones began to hurt, as if the joints of her bones were injected with molten iron, which was painful and hot.

She gritted her teeth and fell on the bed.

Old Master Cheng picked up a jar in the main hall.

The jar was filled with the relics of the monks who had guarded the souls of past generations.

He poured the relics into the lake, and the relics, like jewels, slid into the lake one by one.

At this moment, the full moon was clear.

The moonlight shines on everything, including the lake.

Old Master Cheng chanted aloud:

"I return to the pond in my dream, searching for it, but the spirit is ethereal and has no trace.

Life and death cycle between heaven and earth, and the years of the mortal world are like clouds and smoke.

All seven emotions and six desires become dreams, and the prosperity of a lifetime is gone in the blink of an eye.

After seven years of dreaming in the Mianhu Lake, the full moon reunites between the waves——"

When the last word was heard, the wind suddenly blew all over the mountains and plains.

In the dark night, it seemed as if someone was sighing.

The breeze brought a mountain of leaves to sway in the wind, whimpering.

Cheng Mianhu fainted in the hotel at the foot of the mountain.

The housekeeper and Scarface had been paying attention. Seeing the young lady faint, they were prepared. The two of them supported the young lady on the left and right and placed her on the sofa.

Small white spots invisible to the naked eye, like fluttering jade butterflies, floated out from Cheng Mianhu's body and flew towards the top of the mountain on the ladder of moonlight.

Cheng Ling's whole body was hot, as if it was on fire.

Many memories flashed through my mind.

At the age of two, she chased after her brother with a snotty nose. At the age of three, she nestled in her mother's arms and listened to stories. At the age of four, she went to the amusement park with her father. At the age of five, she slapped away her sister's tugging at the corner of her clothes with a look of disgust. hands...

Scenes flashed forward so fast that she almost felt dizzy.

Dimly, she saw several vague figures standing at the door, bowing to her.

"General, we have kept our promise and have been guarding you here for eight hundred years. Now that you are free, we can go home with peace of mind."

"From now on, the sun, moon and stars, in all weathers, will protect you on our behalf."

"Subordinates, I wish you all the best!"

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