Chapter 77 The pursuit was fruitless, I have experience in death
Sunset West Mountain.

The Pope's Palace and the Hall of Worship.

And the entire Wuhun City at the foot of the mountain is ready for tomorrow.

Qianxunji's coffin already had a lid.

Qian Renxue and Qian Renjue were wiping the surrounding area of ​​the coffin.

Then he knelt on the ground and waited quietly.

Night is falling
Da da!

There were footsteps outside.

This was followed by the questioning voice of Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

no respond.

Golden Crocodile Douluo continued:
"Brother, Xiaoxue and Xiaojue are in there."

笃.
The steady footsteps became hesitant and heavy.

A middle-aged man with blond hair and golden eyes.

Enter the hall.

Qian Renjue and Qian Renxue both turned around.

Looking at the somewhat dusty figure.

Greeted in unison:

"grandfather!"

"Xiaoxue, Xiaojue."

Qian Daoliu responded softly.

With fatigue and guilt in his eyes, he slowly approached the two children.

Kneel in the middle.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

He just raised his hand and gently stroked their hair.

Qian Renxue did not ask, as she had already anticipated the outcome.

Maybe it's Tang Hao or Tang San.
The Shura God's divine consciousness has already resided in it.

Picking up the round fan on the ground, Qian Renxue gently fanned Qian Daoliu.
Qian Renjue poured out the brewed tea and handed it to Qian Daoliu.

"Grandpa, have some tea"

"..."

Looking at the two siblings in front of him, Qian Daoliu felt heartbroken for no reason.

There was some trembling in the movements of the hands.

Holding the cup of hot tea handed to her by Qian Renjue, guilt appeared even more evident in her eyes.

There was a lump in my throat, and it was swollen and painful.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaojue, it's Grandpa who is useless. It's Grandpa who is sorry for you."

"Grandpa, no, it's not your fault."

Qian Renxue shook her head gently.

Qian Daoliu had done enough and was even willing to sacrifice his life in the end.

It was she who was sorry to Qian Daoliu.

Qian Renjue nodded slightly.

Comforting:
"Sister is right. Grandpa has been tired for so long. He should have a good rest."

"Ah"

Qian Daoliu smiled as if mocking himself.

In the company of the two siblings, he quietly drank the hot tea in his hand.

He didn't know how long.
I don't feel this sense of powerlessness anymore.

Golden Crocodile Douluo slowly approached this side and asked respectfully:
"Brother, is it time to close the coffin?"

"..."

Qian Daoliu paused for a moment.

After a moment's silence, he said in a deep voice: "I will do it myself later."

"Yes."

Golden Crocodile Douluo said nothing more and slowly left the hall.

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xunji in the coffin.

I have some difficulty breathing.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaojue, it's getting late, let's go back and rest first."

"I got it, Grandpa."

Qian Renxue put down the fan in her hand and slowly stood up.

Qian Renjue pointed at the bell, ring, and bloody candy beans on the ground.

Asked Qian Daoliu:
"Grandpa, can my sister and I take these things away?"

"of course can."

Qian Daoliu glanced at it and nodded seriously.

It's good to keep a thought in mind.

"Thank you, grandpa."

As Qian Renjue spoke, he raised his hand and took off the necklace from around his neck.

And Qian Renxue
He reached out and picked up everything on the ground.

Qian Renjue hung the necklace with the soul-capturing bead on it around Qian Daoliu's neck.

"Grandpa, this is also what Dad left behind."

Qian Daoliu suddenly felt palpitations.

He looked at the beads on his chest that were glowing with a golden halo with some surprise.

"Don't be too sad, Grandpa. Goodbye."

Qian Renxue waved to Qian Daoliu, then pulled Qian Renjue and left the hall.

“I am such a failure”

There was bitterness on Qian Daoliu's face.

But he didn't notice that under the coffin, Qian Renxue had lit a stick of agarwood made from the pollen of the Resurrection Flower.

……

On the way back to the residence.

Qian Renxue grabbed Qian Renjue's little hand.

He asked, "Jue, do you think Grandpa can succeed?"

"Certainly."

Qian Renjue nodded heavily.

Looking at the shooting stars across the sky in the night, I couldn't help but turn my head to look
That is the direction of the Haotian Sect.

Qian Renjue had some worry in his eyes, and he seemed to see Bibi Dong wielding her two sickles in his purple eyes.
On Qianxunji's death.

In the past few days, Qian Renjue has a new guess.
Maybe
It was Qianxunji himself who gave up the chance to live.

Otherwise, Qian Renjue couldn't figure out why he didn't take the [Xuyin Sugar Beans].

……

Enshrined in the temple.

There was no movement, only the sound of Qian Daoliu's steady breathing.

do not know when.

Qian Daoliu was leaning against the coffin, looking like he was sitting or sleeping.

There is a soul-capturing bead with a golden halo on the chest.

Suddenly it began to flicker.

Wisps of white mist were slowly absorbed into Qian Daoliu's body.

……

sunny.

It seemed like an ordinary morning.

Qian Daoliu stood in front of the worship hall in a daze, his mind a little confused.
Without waiting to come to his senses.

Suddenly there seemed to be a scorching sun in the sky.

"dad."

A voice that I hadn't heard for several days rang in my ears.

Qian Daoliu looked up quickly.

That familiar figure was standing on the top of the worship hall, shining brightly.

"Ji'er!"

Qian Daoliu widened his eyes.

Suspiciously said:
"You, you're still alive?"

Qianxun laughed happily:

"Hahaha, dad, are you getting senile? I'm already dead."

"Then, what's going on?!"

Qian Daoliu raised his hands to cover his eyes.

He definitely could not be wrong about the heat in this holy light.

Qianxunji sat casually on the top.

There was pride in his eyes.

But he didn't intend to tell the truth, and teased: "Of course it's because I miss you."

"Evil creature! You, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Qian Daoliu's face turned dark.

The suspicion that it was an illusion no longer existed at all.

Still so infuriating!

"Tsk, can't you stop cursing?"

Qianxunji shook his head helplessly.

Then he waved his hand.

Relieved:
"Forget it, forget it, go ahead and scold me, you won't have the chance to scold me again in the future."

Swish!
Qianxunji's figure flashed.

He has come to Qian Daoliu and is pressing his shoulders.

With a serious look on his face he said:
“But let me tell you first.”

"If you scold me, you can't scold my son or daughter anymore."

Qian Daoliu looked at the lively face in front of him, his eyes reddened.

He snorted coldly.

“How could I scold them?”

"That's hard to say. You didn't scold me when I was a kid, but it's different now that I'm older."

Qianxun quickly let go of her hand and shook her fingers with a smile.

Then he turned around and slowly walked towards the grass in front of the worship hall.

Qian Daoliu looked at his back and followed him silently.

Qianxunji sat on the grass and patted the grass next to him.

He turned around and smiled:
"Old man, we don't have much time, let's have a good chat."

The words fell.

Qianxunji looked up at the sun in the sky and lay comfortably on the grass.

Watching Qian Daoliu sit down next to him.

He asked with a smile:
"Old man, do you think that people can only see themselves clearly when they die?"

"how could I know!"

Qian Daoliu clenched his fist and shook his head.

"Haha. That's right. You've never died before, so I have more experience in this area."

Qianxun rested her head on her hands, smiling
His face slowly darkened again.

　I wish you all a happy life!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)