Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 196 Impermanence

Rong Zhao had been guarding the Wangsheng Hall from the beginning, helping the attendants to run around. When he saw them coming back, he immediately put down what he was doing and stood up to greet them.

"Xingzhi... Uncle is inside, please follow me." He called in a low voice, his voice a little low, but his eyes fell on the girl who was half a step behind the couple, walking inside with her head down, without saying a word, his eyes full of worry.

After that, he took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and led them into the room.

The room was filled with scenes that Hu Xingzhi had been most familiar with in recent years. As the head of the Wangsheng Hall, he should have been calm about these scenes, but at this moment, his heart could not calm down. Because the person lying in the half-closed coffin, without a sound or a breath, was their most loving and dignified father. How could they treat this with common sense?

"Father, we are back." Hu Xingzhi stepped forward, knelt on one knee, supported the coffin, and whispered softly, his voice filled with endless attachment.

He walked slowly to the bedside, staring quietly at the peaceful face, wanting to deeply imprint his father's appearance in his heart at this moment.

Lin Huan stood silently at the side, biting her lips tightly, not saying a word. Her gaze fell on the man whose eyes were closed and would never open again, who would never look at her with a gentle smile as usual. This was the first person she had ever met in the world of Teyvat... She couldn't take her eyes off him for even a second.

She still remembered that at that time, Master Hu was still a graceful middle-aged man, with a gentle smile on his face and a little shrewdness in his eyes, which made people feel like spring breeze, and did not make her alert at all. She just listened to his words and returned to the Hall of Rebirth with him. However, she did not realize at that time that time was so ruthless and unpredictable. Now looking back, those beautiful moments at the beginning seem to have become distant memories at this moment. Yes, many years have passed, many stories have happened, and many people have been met... She was ready to accompany him to the end, but she thought that there would be many more years in the future. But who could have thought that the separation came so suddenly and caught people off guard?

The old man lying in the coffin closed his eyes, quietly, as if he was sleeping. The ceremonial attendants had already prepared everything. They had changed the old man into a new shroud before the host came back, making him look solemn and peaceful. Of course, they still had to wait for the host to return to complete the last step - sealing the coffin.

Suddenly, there was a heavy muffled sound, as if something had hit the ground. Rong Zhao and Hu Xingzhi were startled, their eyes quickly met, and then they looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw the figure kneeling heavily on the ground, and his knees made a crisp sound when they collided with the hard floor. It was a heart-pounding sound, as if one could feel the pain contained in it.

The two of them felt nervous, realizing that things were getting serious. The figure leaned forward slightly, lying next to the coffin, and seemed to be crying silently, with tears dripping onto his clothes and into the coffin.

The cry was actually very small and suppressed, but it was loud enough for everyone present to hear. It was a heartbreaking sound. Even though the sound was very faint, it still reached the depths of everyone's heart, making them feel a heart-wrenching pain.

Rong Zhao was startled, a complex emotion flashed across his eyes, and then he sighed softly. He wanted to go forward, comfort, hug? In an instant, he thought of many things, but at this moment, someone stepped forward faster than him, hugged the woman who was kneeling beside the coffin, and gently touched her head, as if he had already anticipated everything in front of him. At such a special moment, he no longer had anyone in his eyes, only the thin body in front of him.

He patted her back gently, and his gentle voice sounded in her ears, trying to soothe her inner pain. He knew that such comfort was meaningless to her, but being with her at this moment was still of great significance.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, Mr. Zhongli slowly said: "Okay, Ah Huan..." His voice was very soft, but one hand was always gently patting the girl's back.

Lin Huan's body was trembling slightly, like a frightened little animal, sobbing. Mr. Zhongli's eyes were gentle and firm, and his warm hands pressed steadily and firmly on her shoulders, as if telling her that everything would be fine.

"But do you still remember what the first lesson Hall Master Hu taught you was?" Mr. Zhongli asked softly.

Lin Huan's crying gradually stopped. She took a deep breath and looked away from the person in the coffin and at Mr. Zhongli. She blinked, tears still gleaming in her eyes, but she had stopped crying. She nodded, her movements were slow and heavy.

At this time, the two men beside him also reacted. They turned around and walked to the other two sides of the coffin, each holding the coffin lid, and together with Mr. Zhongli, pushed the coffin lid tightly closed.

As the coffin lid closed, Lin Huan's mood became heavier. She watched the scene silently, with an indescribable sadness in her heart. She still remembered the first lesson that year when she was the ceremonial attendant of the Hall of Rebirth, Priest Hu taught her - it was called, life and death are impermanent.

As the ceremony progressed, Hu Xingzhi took the incense and candles and slowly walked towards the spirit tablet.

He carefully lit the first night's long-burning incense and gently inserted it into the incense burner. Smoke rose up and filled the mourning hall. Hu Xingzhi seemed to see his father's kind face through the wisps of smoke. He smiled and nodded at them as usual, as if telling them not to worry about him anymore, telling them that he would be fine, and also asking them that everything would be fine and not to be sad.

Hu Xingzhi knew that this was his father's final farewell. People in the Hall of Rebirth would not have any doubts about death, nor would they be nostalgic for a life that had already ended perfectly. When they leave, they will only leave calmly and peacefully. Every generation is like this, and his father is indeed such a person, no exception.