Rebirth: You Save Me with Your Deep Love

Half an hour passed as the old Taoist priest praised him, and the pot of tea was already empty. The old Taoist priest finally stopped, feeling unsatisfied.

The old Taoist priest put down the teacup in his hand, and with a complex look in his eyes, he swept over the other person's still trembling calf, "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, I can bear it." It hurts, but that's all it is.

Chu Tingfeng is not afraid of pain, he is afraid of despair and afraid of not being able to save the love of his heart.

"Master, you just said that as long as I am willing to pay the price, I can achieve my wish. Please tell me clearly."

"Yes, between gain and loss, you have made a choice. Even if there is cause and effect, you can still make things right."

After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he took out a few copper coins from his pocket and casually scattered them on the ground. Then he pointed at the copper coins and explained: "Water is the most kind thing. It nourishes all living things. It flows in the mountains, rivers and streams, and gathers the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

"Above the clouds, the light shines, benefiting the world; below the clouds, the rain nourishes all things, and the parasol trees are renewed."

"Only the one above the clouds in this world can protect Donor Xiaolin for a while; only he can resolve the cause and effect."

Listening to the old Taoist priest's words, Chu Tingfeng frowned and thought: Above the clouds, cause and effect...

Could it be... Fang Yunduan!

Yes, at the beginning, Fang Yunduan reached an agreement with the Tibetan Heavenly Master, and then guided Madam Chu to Guyao Pond.

Chu Tingfeng pursed his lips, his eyes as deep as a pool, "Master, do you know what 'using the soul to assist in cultivation' means?"

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest laughed and said disdainfully: "It's just the wishful thinking of apostates."

"Does the Taoist have any solution?"

"I can cancel this contract that goes against the will of heaven, but more importantly... I am powerless to change the situation."

Chu Tingfeng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and for a moment he didn't know whether to be relieved or feel sorry for Fang Yunduan.

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In the autumn forests, the cold air condenses in the air, turning into countless dewdrops that hang on the tall trees and short grass.

In the early morning light, Xiong Wu carried Chu Tingfeng, whose legs were injured and unable to walk, on his back and walked down the mountain along the mountain path.

The cold dew wet my clothes and dripped onto my skin, making me feel bone-chilled.

But on Xiong Wu's back, the man who was drowsy and had a high fever felt a bit cool and refreshed.

Chu Tingfeng wanted to open his eyes to see what was so cool, but his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't open his tired eyes.

Only Xiong Wu knew how cold the dew in the forest was before the sun rose in autumn.

Only Xiong Wu knew that this powerful and influential man stood in the pouring rain for a whole day and then knelt in the cold wind for half a night for the sake of the love of his heart.

And his legs...

Before, I had too many complicated emotions in my heart and was unwilling to seek treatment; but later, I could no longer be cured.

After seeing Xiong Wu carrying Chu Tingfeng, who had a high fever and was almost unconscious, several subordinates waiting at the foot of the mountain quickly drove to the city.

Except Xiong Wu, no one knew what they experienced during that day and night in that mountain that had not been developed by modern technology.

The only thing everyone knew was that the man who had once stood up was sitting back in his wheelchair again.

After the high fever subsided and Chu Tingfeng regained consciousness, he received a call from his housekeeper, and then took a private plane to Fang Yunduan's nursing home.

Two days later, Chu Tingfeng brought back Fang Yunduan, who was emaciated and dying.

The Eastern Eagle with broken wings still chooses to return to this homeland!

Fang Yunduan once nurtured his dreams and worked hard to climb on this land, which carries all his beautiful past.

Here...his blood relatives are also buried!

The innocent, lovely, naive, kind little girl who was waiting for her brother to come home died because of Chu Xinduo's anger.

Chu Tingfeng brought Fang Yunduan to a cemetery with excellent feng shui and pleasant scenery.

Two people, also sitting in wheelchairs, looked at the photo on the tombstone and remained silent.

The girl in the photo, with a bright smile and a carefree and innocent look, was only thirteen years old when she died, at the prime of her life.

This portrait and this cemetery were both chosen for her by Chu Tingfeng.

The rose carvings on the tombstone and the flowers, plants and trees surrounding the grave were all selected for her by Chu Tingfeng.

"Yun Qing loves beautiful flowers and plants the most. She will like the place you chose... and this photo."

"Yun Qing has liked dressing herself up beautifully since she was a child. She likes flowery dresses, all kinds of shiny hairpins and earrings. She loves red and yellow the most. She is as bright and flamboyant as her favorite colors..."

Chu Tingfeng listened quietly to Fang Yunduan talking about the girl he had only met once, and his memory brought him back to the dark night that he never wanted to look back on in this life.

A girl wearing a beautiful red dress, a cute ponytail and shining pearl earrings fell in a pool of blood. The dim street lights shone on her, and in the distance there were the cries of wild cats in heat!

Fang Yunduan's voice continued, and the topic had turned to himself.

"Chu Tingfeng, maybe I should thank you... At least, this ending is something I can accept. It's not forced by others, and it's not a deal."

"Chu Tingfeng, you are so lucky. I envy you!"

"Chu Tingfeng, when I die, don't forget to prepare a piece of land for me. It's better to have a quiet grave... As for the pattern on the tombstone, I want roses too."

"Don't forget to send me a few more yellow roses. I'm afraid that after I die and see Yun Qing, she will be angry with me and won't acknowledge me as her brother. I want to use the yellow roses to appease her."

"That silly girl is the easiest to coax... a bunch of yellow roses will do the trick!"

On the early morning of the fourth day after Fang Yunduan returned to China, his body had already been completely destroyed by the secret technique, and he completely bid farewell to this world that had oppressed and warmed him.

On the same day, Shen Yu led a team of experts to perform a heart transplant operation on Lin Yuze, who was also on the brink of life and death.

Chu Tingfeng stayed outside the intensive care unit until 24 hours had passed and he was sure that the transplant was successful, there were no complications, and no rejection reaction. Only then did he feel at ease to leave the hospital and do another thing.

In front of a brand new grave, Chu Tingfeng humbly presented a bouquet of bright yellow roses!

The wind blows, and the air is filled with the delicate fragrance of flowers...

This long rainy day is finally over!

In the deep mountains outside Changhong City, a deafening roar suddenly came, "My cake......"

Inside the Yuzhuo Temple, Xiaoyuan stared at the empty cake bag with wide eyes, then turned and walked towards the entrance of the temple.

On a flat ground in front of the Taoist temple, the energetic old Taoist priest licked his lips, and then tried hard to pretend to be practicing Tai Chi seriously.

However, when he saw his disciple rushing towards him angrily, a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes.

"Master, you didn't leave any cake for me... You ate all the cake by yourself. Aren't you afraid of getting cavities?"

"Old people don't get cavities, but you, as a child, shouldn't eat too much sweets..."

"Humph, how can you be a master like this, snatching snacks from your apprentice every day."

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"Master, the Heavenly Master you mentioned was once considered a Taoist. Did he betray the sect later?"

"Master, does this magic really exist to use the soul to assist in cultivation?"

"Master...Master..."

"Master, is that person really beyond saving?"

"You said that in his next life he will have parents to protect him and a partner to love him. Is that true?"

"Master, why did you choose to help them in the end...Master?..."