Chapter 617 Can’t let go
Shen Bu and others waited together for several days to see this person who had transcended the tribulation and ascended to heaven.
The last thunderstorm fell, and the dark thundercloud gradually dissipated.
The golden light fell, and the ladder to heaven slowly appeared.
The young ancestor stood up. He glanced at the people in the distance, and finally a calm voice floated over, “Be more careful over there at Tianshan Mountain.”
If Song Yizhi appears again, it will most likely be in Tianshan.
Shen Bu quickly realized what the ancestor was saying. He hurriedly responded, then raised his hand and saluted, “Changqiu Sect Shen Bu congratulates the ancestor on his ascension.”
Several people on the side raised their hands to congratulate him.
The young ancestor glanced at a few people, raised his hand, turned around and walked up the ladder to the sky.
Shen Bu looked at the storage bag floating in his hand, and realized in hindsight that this storage bag was left by his ancestor to Zhizhi.
He put away the storage bag, and after watching his ancestor ascend to heaven, he turned around and looked at the people around him, “I have to go back and tell the world about two things, and by the way, put them in a book and put them in the library.”
Nangong Lin nodded, and then said, “Miss Song’s righteousness has been recorded in the book of Wanmo Sect. After unanimous discussion, the first lesson for each new disciple is to inform them of Miss Song’s righteousness.”
The world of immortality can still be what it is today, and Miss Song’s contribution is indispensable.
The leader of the Northern Sect echoed, “The same is true for our sect.”
Several other sages said that they did the same thing.
Miss Song’s deeds should be passed down from generation to generation.
Shen Bu let out a long sigh, then sighed slightly and said, “I’ll go back first, and I’ll contact you then.”
It was a happy event for Rong Yueyuan and his ancestor to ascend to the upper world. Logically speaking, a banquet should be held. But now… Zhizhi’s life and death were unknown, and he didn’t know whether he should hold that banquet.
Several sages nodded and watched Shen Bu leave.
Returning to the Changqiu Sect, Shen Bu discussed with several elders. Since everything in the world of immortality had just returned to normal, it would be enough to announce the ascension of the two people from the Changqiu Sect to the world, but there was no need to make a big deal.
Deal with things one by one.
Shen Bu’s life gradually returned to calm.
One day, after finishing all the things at hand, Shen Bu walked out of his residence. He looked at the sect that had not changed much and started wandering around the sect.
White clouds fluttered in the blue sky, and a few cranes flew by, leaving behind disturbed white clouds.
Shen Bu looked at those cranes, somewhat entranced.
“Sect Master, Sect Master! Look at that crane, isn’t it delicious! Oh, uncle! Uncle, uncle! Just catch one for me!”
In a daze, a clear and cheerful voice sounded in Shen Bu’s ears.
The little girl in my memory seems to be eleven or twelve years old. She has two pigtails and a pink skirt. She is lively and cute.
The white, tender and fleshy face was full of salivation, staring at the cranes with bright eyes.
Shen Bu lowered his head and looked sideways, but there was no one around him.
Shen Bu withdrew his gaze, his eyes dimming a little. He let out a long, inaudible sigh, put his hands behind his back, and walked aimlessly.
Walking all the way from the main peak, Shen Bu suddenly found an additional sculpture in the wide square.
He walked up and then walked around to the sculpture. He slightly raised his head and looked at the sculpture, which was about four or five meters high.
The sculpture was very new and the carving was very good, so good that Shen Bu could tell at first glance.
This is… a sculpture given to Zhizhi by the Changqiu Sect, so that disciples of all generations of the Changqiu Sect can easily visit and don’t forget Zhizhi’s contribution to this world.
Many disciples came to pay homage. Those disciples first bowed to Shen Bu and then bowed to the statue.
This period of time was enough for Song Yizhi’s righteousness to spread throughout the world of immortality. Now, not only the Changqiu Sect has erected sculptures of Song Yizhi, but also in many places. Many ordinary people have even begun to spontaneously build golden statues of Song Yizhi to build temples.
As dusk falls, there are far fewer disciples coming to worship in front of the sculpture.
Looking at the sacrifices placed by the disciples in front of the sculptures, Shen Bu wanted to laugh but couldn’t. Finally, he sighed slowly.
The demon world and the immortal world have shaken hands and made peace, and a large formation has been re-established on the immortal and demon battlefield. Although the two worlds have not yet begun formal exchanges, the relationship has eased a lot.Feng Canlin handed over the affairs of the demon world to Feng Yi’an, and he himself searched for Song Yizhi all over the world.
The same goes for Song Yiheng and others. They left the sect to practice while looking for Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi’s sacrifice to the God was so sudden that Bei Xianyue and others were caught off guard.
At first, they thought it was just a joke.
For someone like Song Yizhi, how could she just disappear like that!
But when they saw the whole process from the photo beads, they all froze in place, and then burst into tears.
After crying and feeling pain, when they heard that Song Yizhi’s natal lamp was not extinguished, a group of people unanimously searched for her. Even if it was just a trace of her soul, they would still find her!
For a time, the number of people looking for Song Yizhi all over the world only increased.
100 years later.
There are basically temples dedicated to Song Yizhi all over Jiuzhou in the world of immortality. People gave the temple a nice name, Goddess Temple.
The story of Song Yizhi has been spread over and over again.
Some people say she is righteous, some say she is the goddess herself, and some people think Song Yizhi is stupid in their hearts, but then they think about it, without Song Yizhi’s sacrifice, they would not be alive now.
In the end, no one will deny Song Yizhi’s sacrifice for the world.
She is a well-deserved god, a goddess who can be worshiped by generations.
In fact, the story of Song Yizhi is widely circulated not only in the world of immortality, but also in the world of demons and demons.
There are also many goddess temples in the demon world, which were built spontaneously by many demon clans.
As for the demon world, the demon world does not care about this, so there is no temple for goddesses in the demon world, but there is a temple for princesses in the demon world.
The little princess of their demon world sacrificed herself for this world.
Changqiuzong.
Song Yiheng and others gathered together after returning from a hundred years of experience.
When they came back, they happened to meet the energetic new disciples below.
Looking at the disciples who were gritting their teeth and training hard, the image of Song Yizhi being lazy and dozing off under a tree appeared in their minds.
After regaining consciousness, several people looked a little bitter, and then walked away quickly.
After returning to Song Ningfeng, several people gathered at the table.
“Do you have any news over there?” Ran Yizhou’s cold voice sounded.
Song Yiheng shook his head, feeling a little tired.
Zuo Lin sighed, and then slowly said, “I don’t have any news here either.”
The sadness in Ran Yizhou’s eyes flashed away, and he said nothing.
The people sitting together gradually became silent.
100 years have passed, but the disaster still seems like yesterday.
They survived that disaster, but they all lost a very important person. The pain of yesterday is unforgettable and cannot be forgotten or passed.
“I went to the back mountain to take a look, and the fields were still lush and green.” Huai Zhu’s gentle voice revealed a hint of sadness. The woman who had always been gentle and elegant now had an inexorable sadness and sadness lingering between her eyebrows.
Song Yiheng let out a long sigh, “Those ancestors may not be able to let go either.”
They were practicing and searching outside, and the fields in the mountains behind Song Ning Peak were all managed by those ancestors.
How well those fields were taken care of, how much those ancestors cared about this little girl Zhizhi.
After a brief gathering and rest, the group of people separated again and continued their journey.
(End of this chapter)
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