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"Decided?" Gu Chen asked again.
"Just as you said, only this way can we completely cut off his thoughts and allow him to start anew," Mu Yan murmured lightly, her tone filled with helplessness.
"Yes."
Gu Chen sighed helplessly. "Perhaps this will cause him pain as well, and he might even blame me, leaving regrets for a lifetime. But that's life; there will always be many regrets. Short pain is better than long pain. A moment of suffering is better than stifling most of one's life and youth. He is still too young."
"If he were like me, even if he reached middle age... well, since you have already decided, let's begin." In the end, Gu Chen shook his head, not finishing his thought.
Without speaking, Mu Yan nodded gently. At the moment she closed the door, she and Li exchanged a deep glance at the place where my room was.
"Lin Hao, take care. Goodbye; never to meet again." Two lines of tears accompanied by a blood-red hue fell as a soft sigh escaped her lips; from then on, there would be no Mu Yan anywhere in this world, nor would there be Li.
I waited in my room for a long time, my mind filled with the happiness of that earlier moment, the warm scene, until Li and Mu Yan left through the door.
That affectionate gaze, that longing, so touching and pitiful, seemed to carry an endless bond of feelings.
Time seemed to freeze at that scene; all I could think of was Mu Yan's departing gaze.
But suddenly, I felt something—a hint of unspoken resentment hidden deep within those affectionate eyes.
"Mu Yan..."
Suddenly, an ominous premonition surged within me. My body trembled, and the smile on my face instantly froze. I stood up from the chair as if electrocuted and hurriedly opened the door to run outside.
"Mu Yan! Li!"
I ran through the yard, calling out their names, panic rising within me.
But no matter how loudly I shouted or how desperately I searched, there was no sign of them.
Where could they have gone?
Master...
Suddenly, my face went pale as a thought struck me. Without a second thought, I dashed toward Gu Chen's room.
The lights were bright, but the room was eerily silent, not a sound to be heard.
Could it be that Mu Yan and Li hadn't come to see Master? Was I just overthinking it?
When I reached the door to Gu Chen's room, I paused for a moment, feeling somewhat hesitant.
But soon, the door opened leisurely. I looked up to see Gu Chen's serious face staring back at me.
He looked somewhat displeased but didn't seem surprised to see me standing there. He simply said, "You've arrived."
"Yes," I nodded and replied, "I don't know where Mu Yan and Li have gone. I thought they might have come here."
At that moment, when the door opened, I had assumed that Mu Yan and Li hadn't come to Gu Chen's place after all.
But what I didn't expect was that Gu Chen's next words struck me like a bolt of lightning.
He nodded lightly and said, "They did indeed come."
A slight pause overcame me as Mu Yan's last gaze replayed in my mind, coupled with her actions alongside Li. The words of Li, now echoing in my thoughts, intensified the ominous feeling within me.
Yet, looking at the calm and composed Gu Chen before me, a flicker of hope remained in my heart. I tentatively asked, "They... have arrived?"
"Yes, they have," Gu Chen confirmed with a nod.
I leaned into the room to take a look, but it was empty. I inquired, "Master, where are they now?"
"You came too late; they have already left."
"Left?"
A hint of confusion washed over me, but I failed to grasp Gu Chen's meaning, even misinterpreting it somewhat. In fact, I felt a slight sense of relief.
However, Gu Chen then sighed heavily and said, "Yes, they will not be coming back."
At that moment, I was completely stunned, finally understanding his words.
If I had held onto a shred of hope before, it shattered entirely with Gu Chen's statement.
I stared at him in disbelief, my body trembling as I struggled to find words. The only sound that escaped me was the grinding of my teeth, betraying the chaos of emotions swirling within me.
"Do not blame your master; this was their choice," Gu Chen said with another sigh upon seeing my reaction.
"This was their choice?" I shook my head vigorously; the words felt like they were forced out from between clenched teeth. "I don't believe it! How could they possibly choose to leave me? Master, tell me—tell me what happened to them! Where are they now? Please tell me!"
I felt as if I were losing my mind, utterly disoriented and desperate to find Mu Yan and Li.
Gu Chen took two steps toward the door and looked up at the moon. He did not answer my question but instead asked lightly, "Lin Hao, do you know what we practitioners of the Way value besides slaying demons, capturing ghosts, and subduing spirits?"
I shook my head and said, "Master, I just want to know where Mu Yan and Li are. Please tell me quickly."
"It is about the concept of 'crossing.'" It was as if he was answering his own question. Regardless of whether I was listening, he continued.
"To cross all who can be crossed, to cross all that can be crossed, to cross all Monsters and Spirits. The Buddha speaks of universally saving all beings; in truth, we Taoists are the same. Anyone with a kind heart, whether a Demon or any other being, even all living things, can be crossed into reincarnation and reborn." After saying this, he suddenly turned to look at me.
Meeting his gaze, I trembled all over, staring at him in disbelief. "You... you mean..."
"Yes, I have crossed them. They have both entered the Six Paths of Reincarnation to be reborn." Seeing my incredulous expression, Gu Chen nodded decisively.
"Master, you—"
Upon hearing this, I felt a surge of blood rise in my chest. I opened my mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. My head buzzed as if I were about to faint. If I hadn't leaned against the wall beside me, I would have surely collapsed to the ground.
Seeing this, Gu Chen did not come forward to support me but continued speaking. "I only stated the truth; I did not force them. This was their own choice. And you must understand that for them, this is also a form of liberation."
"It can't be! It can't be! Mu Yan wouldn't leave me like this! No! You must be lying to me!" Ignoring the blood at the corner of my mouth, I shouted loudly, tears streaming down like a kite with its string cut.
This feeling was as if my sky had suddenly collapsed; the entire world lost its brilliance and became shrouded in darkness.
I felt hollowed out inside, left with nothing but an empty shell—so void and helpless.
"It can't be! It can't be! This isn't real; it mustn't be real!"
Repeating this over and over again, I cried like an abandoned child, without any semblance of dignity or self-respect.
I lost track of time, and before I knew it, I had fainted.
When I woke up again, it was already noon the next day. As I opened my eyes, I saw Gu Chen standing beside me.
He looked considerably older, with much grayer hair and a weary expression on his face.
Mao Guoxue stood nearby, equally worried. Upon seeing me awake, he hurried over and asked, "Xiao Lin, you're awake! How do you feel? You really worried your master sick."
I ignored him and weakly shook my head. My gaze turned to Gu Chen, and this time I appeared calm but asked each word deliberately, "Tell me, did you say something to her? Did you force them?"
"Xiao Lin, how can you speak to your master like that?" Mao Guoxue interjected with a cold snort, unable to hold back his reprimand.
"It's fine."
But Gu Chen waved his hand and looked at me quietly. He said lightly, "I told you I didn't force them. It was their own choice. Because they love you, despite their reluctance, they still made that choice."
"Choice? What choice?" I questioned coldly again.
"Three years. Remember when I told you that even if a human and a ghost are together, it won't end well? I've looked into it for you and calculated it. If you stay together, your lifespan will not exceed three years; after that, death is certain." Gu Chen extended three fingers.
"Three years until certain death." I was momentarily stunned but quickly understood.
Humans and ghosts are on different paths; they belong to two distinct categories. Not only are they separated by the realms of yin and yang, but they also repel each other like positive and negative charges.
How could there possibly be a good outcome in such circumstances?
Moreover, Mu Yan is a ghost king, and Li is dangerously close to the level of the Demon Emperor. The Yin Qi within them is far too powerful; living with them for even three years would likely be a luxury for me.
Upon understanding Gu Chen's words, I stood frozen in place, unable to utter a single word or retort.
I collapsed weakly onto the bed, burying my head under the blanket and sobbing uncontrollably.
At that moment, I realized just how deep Mu Yan and the others' feelings for me ran—so deep that they would rather sacrifice themselves than let me live out my mere three years.
This kind of love surpassed even my love for them.
Yet they did not know that, in my heart, if we could be together, I wouldn't care how long I had to live; whether it was three years or ten, it didn't matter to me.
All I wanted was to be together peacefully and happily.
But all of that was gone; it had become a distant wish.
"Let him cry alone for a while. After he has cried, I think he will understand," Gu Chen said to Mao Guoxue without paying me any mind. With a sigh, he turned and walked out of the room with his hands behind his back.
Seeing this, Mao Guoxue also shook his head slightly with a sigh. He said nothing more and left, closing the door behind him. The room was left with only the sound of my desperate sobs.
Spring feelings are as fleeting as the pear blossoms, each petal urging their fall. What does the setting sun have to do with dusk? Little do they know that there are still souls yet to be called back in this world.
Silver letters part dreams from reality; tightly woven hearts entwined. For her, I dreamt of being a dreamer, calling out to her in the quiet night of painted scenes.
The shadows are hauntingly beautiful, gazing intently. Neither mist nor smoke, as if a goddess were about to arrive. If one asks whether life is merely a dream, no one knows but those within the dream itself.
Months later, I had returned to my hometown. Accompanying me was Mingyue, and in just a few days, our wedding would take place. The invitations had already been sent out; everyone from He Si to Anfu and the Taoist Nine Meridians had been invited. Surely that day would be bustling with excitement.
And besides them, there was one more important person—my master, Gu Chen.
For him, I had long ceased to harbor resentment over these past months. Just as he once said, Mu Yan loved me, respected me, and honored me. Of course, she loved me in return, which is why they made such choices. I had nothing to resent; I could only live well.
This was their hope, and if I was alive, I had to face it—face my feelings for Mingyue.
I admit that I was also moved by Mingyue. It was just that Mu Yan had taken precedence in my heart, which is why I had chosen her without hesitation and let Mingyue down.
But now Mu Yan was gone, and those who remained were still alive. Therefore, I could not let them down any longer.
Perhaps my actions might seem a bit selfish to others, but isn't this also a form of responsibility?
I could only think of how I wished to see Mu Yan's face again, yet the only place I could do so was in my dreams.
"Lin Hao." Lost in thought in the courtyard, Mingyue suddenly walked out of the house and called out to me.
My thoughts snapped back to reality as I turned around and smiled slightly at her. "What is it, Sister Mingyue?"
Mingyue came from the Exiled Ridge Lineage and was quite powerful herself. Given our current relationship, I had grown accustomed to jokingly calling her "Sister."
Of course, she was very pleased with such an endearing title, so it became a habit.
She smiled sweetly, seemingly a bit excited as she said, "Xiao Juan has woken up."
"What? You mean Xiao Juan has woken up?" I paused for a moment, unable to believe what I had just heard.
"Yes, just now Upper Clear Academy called to say she has been awake for several days. However..." At this point, Mingyue's expression darkened as she hesitated.
"But what?" My heart tightened; the joy that had been on my face instantly froze.
Mingyue gently gritted her teeth and said, "She has become a nun."
"What? How could this happen?" Mingyue's words left me astonished, my face filled with disbelief.
"It’s all because of you. Besides, I heard from Mao Guoxue that Mao Shiba seems to be different now. She rarely goes out and mostly hides in her room studying the Mao Family's techniques," Mingyue said, casting me a resentful glance, looking somewhat helpless.
"I understand," I nodded, sighing. Although I felt a pang of guilt in my heart, I was at a loss for what to do.
Yao Juan becoming a nun was something I knew I couldn't escape responsibility for. While it was good that she had awakened, she would inevitably learn about my marriage to Mingyue afterward.
And knowing this news would undoubtedly be another deep blow for her; there is no greater sorrow than a heart that has died. Her becoming a nun wouldn’t be so surprising after all.
It was just that Mao Shiba's deep feelings ultimately did not bring Yao Juan any peace of mind, which was truly lamentable.
People are often like this; the more they force things and desire them, the less they seem to obtain.
Conversely, the less one cares and strives for something, the more likely they are to achieve it.
This was much like my own situation—regarding Mu Yan, Mingyue, and Yao Juan—I had never taken much initiative with any of them, yet I had many intersections with all three.
Now, however, I was left with many regrets.
I shook my head and decided not to think too much about it. Perhaps life is like this; some regrets and some deeply etched memories make it all the more flavorful and exciting.
I had already moved past the sadness related to Mu Yan and was just waiting to marry Mingyue before delving into the Lark Volume Three that Gu Chen had passed on to me, hoping to carry on its legacy and not tarnish the illustrious reputation of his Ancient Family lineage.
In my heart, there was always a sense of anticipation. Perhaps one day when I traveled with Mingyue in a distant land, I might truly see Mu Yan again—another version of her.
Perhaps at that time, it would evoke another kind of emotion.
The End
To say a few simple words: this book has now reached over five hundred thousand words and is considered complete. Although the ending may leave some feeling unsatisfied, I have done my best. Rather than having everyone linger on Lin Hao's growth, it might be better to leave some room for imagination. Sometimes, an ending is often another kind of beginning. Throughout this journey, I have experienced many emotions, but I still have everyone's support. While there are those who criticize me, I understand that this is also due to your affection; love can turn to hate, and thus expectations become higher. Here, I sincerely apologize and say: I'm sorry.
I would also like to thank the "Zhi Yue" platform, especially Song Yu, Great Manor, and editors like Xiao Yu for their hard work in promotion. It is through everyone's united efforts that Yin Wife has achieved such success, and I truly express my gratitude.
At this point, since this is a paid chapter, I cannot set it as free, so I won't say much more. Additionally, I want to inform you that I will be launching a new book in the near future. I hope everyone will continue to support me. When the time comes, I will prepare a certain amount of manuscript before releasing it.
For those who like Zhou Wu, feel free to add me on WeChat: zhoushisanshao. Once again, thank you.
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