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Lin Chunsheng's funeral was held in a low-key and ordinary manner according to his previous request. However, because he had been a compassionate doctor and a philanthropist over the years, many people came to bid farewell to him.

Even if it happens on the first day of the Lunar New Year, not many people would mind it, because for a mortal over a hundred years old, it is truly a happy funeral.

After the seventh day, Lin Fuping took Lin Chunsheng's coffin and set foot on the Sea of ​​Destiny with Lin Changsheng, Lin Fusheng, Wang Pingsheng and others. She wanted to send her grandfather home.

Linnan City in the Land of Absolute Spirits had not changed much from when Lin Fuping walked out. The monument that Lin Fuping had erected for the entire Linnan City was still there, but after more than 40 years, it had weathered a lot due to the ravages of time.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Lin Fuping was a little worried about Lin Changsheng's physical condition. The Absolute Spirit Land was a deadly place for mortals. Lin Fuping had never seen a mortal who could survive in the Absolute Spirit Land. If she hadn't had Si Wuxie by her side, she would never have agreed to let Lin Changsheng come in with her.

The pitch-black sand stretched as far as the eye could see, and everywhere was desolate.

Lin Changsheng looked at Lin Nancheng, whose true face he couldn't see at all, with a complicated look.

If it weren't for Lin Fuping, he would never have imagined that this was the place where he grew up and lived.

"I'm fine, let's go! Let's go home!"

Lin Changsheng held Lin Fuping's hand, crossed the remaining half of the city wall, and walked in a direction according to his memory.

Compared to Lin Fuping, who seldom went out due to poor health in childhood, Lin Changsheng, who often went out to deliver medicine and purchase supplies, was obviously more familiar with Lin Nancheng.

Lin Fusheng and Wang Pingsheng followed the two men, walking in silence.

Lin Changsheng silently counted his steps, and when he reached a certain place, he changed direction. After doing this several times, he finally stopped.

"This is it, our home."

After standing in silence for a while, Lin Fusheng finally spoke:

"Dad, aunt, let's bury our great-grandfather."

The two men came to their senses, silently took out their hoes and began to dig the grave.

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After staying in Linnan City for three days, the few people said their final goodbyes to Lin Chunsheng and returned to Wuyu City.

Before leaving, Lin Fuping buried a lot of symbiotic jades around the grave. These were to prevent those monks who were still stranded in the Land of Absolute Spirits. If they disturbed his grandfather's peace, Lin Fuping would go crazy.

"Duckweed, go away!"

Lin Changsheng fell on the recliner with a tired look on his face.

"Grandpa said that you have your own way to go."

During these three days, even though Lin Fuping and the other two took good care of him, it still put a great burden on his body.

Lin Fuping's eyes slowly swept across the yard.

"Brother, take care!"

···

Bai Banxia looked at Lin Fuping who appeared in the square and waved his right hand.

"set off!"

Blue lights continued to light up, and countless seas of destiny appeared in every corner of the square. The disciples of the Sword Sect stood up in batches according to the information they had been informed before.

Lin Fuping came to Bai Banxia and walked with her.

Bai Banxia glanced behind Lin Fuping and said in a voice transmission:

"What about the two children?"

"They went over first!"

Lin Fuping replied. Bai Banxia didn't say anything more after hearing that. He just waited for the time to come and teleported the Sword Sect disciples to the vicinity of the Western Desert Buddhist Temple.

"Junior sister, have you let it go?"

While waiting, Bai Banxia looked at Lin Fuping's calm face and asked softly. She vaguely remembered the crying child she held in her arms.

"Put it down!"

Lin Fuping looked straight ahead, his heart calm and composed, neither sad nor happy.

Being able to stay with his grandfather before he passed away made up for the regrets and guilt he had felt back then. Combined with the words his grandfather said when he died, Lin Fuping felt particularly open-minded at this moment.

"That's good."

"Don't worry, Senior Sister. Fu Ping is not the kind of person who will stay where he is."

While the two were talking, the transmission time soon came, and everyone disappeared amid the envious gazes of the other disciples.

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"Bah, bah, bah"

Someone is spitting sand

"Here, the flow of spiritual energy is too hindered!"

Someone immediately sensed the loss of spiritual energy in the world.

"Young Senior Sister, this teleportation doesn't make me dizzy. It's much better than the Ji family's teleportation array."

The disciples who suffered greatly from the Ji family's teleportation array sighed.

Among this batch of disciples, 90% were at the Nascent Soul stage, 10% were at the Spiritual Transformation stage, and as for Lin Fuping and Bai Banxia, ​​who were at the Void Transformation stage, they were not counted among them.

Lin Fuping flew high into the sky, looked around and confirmed the direction.

"Senior sister, this way!"

Under Bai Banxia's command, the Sword Sect disciples walked to the Buddhist Temple.

As you approach the Buddhist temple, you can already hear the vast Buddhist sounds. The entire temple is emitting golden light. The abbot of the temple, Master Cihang, is sitting on the temple with his eyes closed.

In Lin Fuping's consciousness, he saw that Cihang was bound by nine chains, three of which were connected to the blue sky, three to the ground, and three to the distance. That direction was the direction of the ruins.

"Grandmaster!"

Bai Banxia led the disciples of the Sword Sect to salute. Cihang opened his eyes, looked at Bai Banxia, ​​nodded slightly, and then turned to Lin Fuping.

"Liaokong, please take the donors over there!"

The gate of the Buddhist temple opened, and Liaokong and the disciples of the Buddhist temple came out one after another.

"Everyone, please!"

Lekong raised his hand to the side, and another Buddhist disciple led the way in front. After Bai Banxia returned the greeting, he led his disciples in the direction Lekong pointed.

After the Sword Sect disciples left, the remaining Buddhist disciples performed the greatest Buddhist etiquette towards Cihang, reciting scriptures and praying that Cihang would ascend to heaven as soon as possible.

Lin Fuping suddenly felt something in his heart. He looked back and saw a huge Buddha statue appearing behind Cihang. The face of the Buddha was exactly his own.

The Buddha statue turned around, looked at Lin Fuping and smiled slightly. Lin Fuping didn't know why, but he felt a sense of sadness and relief in this smile.

Lin Fuping's heart tightened, as if something he didn't know about was about to happen.

"Junior sister, what's wrong?"

Bai Banxia saw Lin Fuping stop and looked in the direction she was looking out of curiosity. At this time, Lekong had already arrived with his Buddhist disciples, and the Buddha statue turned its head back.

"Dharma Image? Why did the master summon the Dharma Image?"

Bai Banxia was puzzled. To the Buddhist sect, the Dharmakāya was like the natal magic weapon, but its connection with the natal magic weapon was deeper than that of other cultivators.

Now that there are no enemies, why does Master Cihang summon the Dharmakāya?

"I have no idea!"

Lin Fuping murmured

"The master has his own plans, so let's not speculate."

Bai Banxia's mission on this trip is to ensure that the disciples of the Sword Sect can enter the ruins smoothly after her junior sister solves the nightmare. She cannot think too much about the affairs of Buddhism.

"Well, Senior Sister, let's go! Many people should have arrived!"

Lin Fuping took one last look at the Buddha statue, then turned around and urged Bai Banxia.