Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 349 Grave Sweeping
Lin Jiang walked up the mountain path. It was afternoon, and he should have arrived when it was warmer in the afternoon.

This mountain path is frequently used and is clean and flat. The area, though called a mountain, is actually just a slightly sloping earthen hill. At the end of the path is a cemetery where Lin Jiang's parents are buried.

Upon arriving at the cemetery, Lin Jiang could clearly see three graves and a pit.

The topmost mound of graves had no tombstone or soil, resembling a deep pit, yet its surroundings remained spotless.

Each of the two burial mounds in the middle has a stone tablet, engraved with the names "Lin Rushi" and "Di Wenrui" respectively.

Lin Rushi is Lin Jiang's father, and Di Wenrui is his mother.

Beneath their feet lay a filled-in pit, with only faint traces remaining.

The topmost mound was the final resting place prepared by Lin Shengfeng before his death. He had made it all ready before he died, as if he knew he might die at any moment. And because he came from outside and seemed to not know his hometown, he regarded this place as his final resting place.

In short, after removing that pit, this place can be considered the ancestral burial ground of the Lin family.

The bottommost pit was originally Lin Jiang's tomb, but it was unearthed not long after it was buried.

Who would have thought that, after all these trials and tribulations, this couple would be the ones to rest in peace underground?

When they arrived, the surroundings became very quiet. Those who were not from the Lin family felt it was not appropriate to get involved in the matter, so they temporarily withdrew to the side.

Even the small ginseng was bent down, picked up, and taken away by Jiang Jinyue.

Little Ginseng was still confused about what was happening and wanted to stay with Lin Jiang. However, when Jiang Jinyue whispered a few words in his ear, the little guy, who was not very well-behaved before, became quiet.

Looking at the two graves before him, Lin Jiang was filled with a myriad of emotions. His original memories intertwined with his own, and waves of reminiscence for the past surged into his heart.

In a hazy vision, I seemed to see the old man, who was still healthy in the past, bringing the original owner's parents to this open space on the back mountain.

At that time, the old man stood in the same spot as he does now, pointing to the un-dug open space, saying that it would be his final resting place.

The father sighed helplessly, and the mother tried to persuade him gently, but the old man was stubborn as if he had put all his strength into it. He insisted on setting up the grave first and preparing a fine coffin.

In the end, the family could not dissuade the old man from his insistence, and the grave was finally erected.

By the time I regained my senses, the middle-aged couple had vanished without a trace.
Two new graves have already stood side by side above the newly dug pit, but the grave mound that the old man prepared for himself is still empty.

The wind blew under his hair, lifting Lin Shengfeng's white hair. What should have been outside was now inside, and what should have been inside was now outside.

The world is impermanent.

The old man walked slowly to the new graves and gazed at them with deep eyes.

"Who...who are they?"

When Lin Shengfeng saw the two mounds of graves, his eyes were filled with confusion.

He raised his hand and pounded his forehead hard, as if he had forgotten something extremely important.

After racking his brains for a long time, he still couldn't piece together the memory he desperately needed, and his eyes were filled with deep frustration and disappointment.

"They are your children."

Wen Xiangyi walked lightly to Lin Shengfeng's side and gently patted his back.

"my child……"

Lin Shengfeng chewed on the word, which seemed incredibly heavy, pressing down on his shoulders, causing his back to bend involuntarily.

"I can't recall."

Lin Shengfeng said this, but two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks.

He covered his head with his hand, a dull ache spreading through his skull, and fragments of memories churned in his mind.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much."

Lin Shengfeng covered his head with both hands, tears streaming down his face, as if his head was about to split open.

Many things he should have remembered vanished without a trace.

"It's okay. It's okay."

Seeing this, Wen Xiangyi quickly moved behind him, gently opened her arms, and hugged him.

Lin Shengfeng's restless body gradually calmed down, but he still held his head tightly.

"It hurts...it hurts so much."

Lin Jiang immediately noticed that Lin Shengfeng's current state was extremely abnormal, and immediately went to Lin Shengfeng's side.

He placed his palm on the other person's shoulder, and his vital energy surged out and flowed into Lin Shengfeng's body.

As this energy flowed in, Lin Shengfeng's previously restless body gradually calmed down.

Lin Jiang's Qi spread upwards along Lin Shengfeng's meridians and soon reached the pure white space where his consciousness was located again.

At this moment, a sudden, heavy gale swept through this once tranquil space, swirling petals from the ground into the air. Countless petals tumbled rapidly, as if trying to piece together fragmented memories, yet the storm remained unquenched.

Lin Jiang could roughly understand from the scene that Lin Shengfeng was forcibly stimulating the recovery of his memories.

Unfortunately, his previous injuries were too severe, and forcibly urging him to recall the past would not only fail to evoke memories, but might also cause him to lose his mind and suffer a backlash.

Lin Jiang couldn't help but frown slightly.

For a moment, he didn't know how to calm Lin Shengfeng's restless thoughts.

However, the situation was critical and could not be delayed, so Lin Jiang had no choice but to steel himself and try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.

He mobilized the vital energy within his body and directed it towards the petals fluttering in the air.

The moment his life force touched the petals, a faint sound instantly reached Lin Jiang's ears.

"The bamboo mat is as cool as the night tide, and the silver bells tied with red ropes sway gently."

If you listen carefully, it sounds like a children's song.

A petal landed quietly on Lin Jiang's fingertip in the empty sea of ​​stones. He gently picked it up and looked in the direction it was pointing.

He saw a beautiful woman holding a child, gently rocking him while singing this soothing nursery rhyme.

Although her appearance has changed somewhat, Lin Jiang can still recognize that the woman in front of him is Wen Xiangyi in her youth.

The baby in her arms is probably her father.

Looking up at the sky again,

There are many more petals like this.

This piece is from when I was learning to speak, that piece is from when I embarked on a long journey.

Many memories, both those Lin Jiang had seen and those he hadn't, those he knew and those he didn't know, flashed before his eyes like a rainbow. At some point, all those little details were reflected in Lin Jiang's mind.

They all floated in the air, and with the wind, they merged into a rainbow of light that flowed like a torrent.

As Lin Jiang gazed at these memories, he suddenly noticed something unusual in the empty space.

Above the boundless water, petals floated in the wind.

The soul, stripped of its color, silently gazes up at the sky, watching the petals drift further and further away, without uttering a word.

He watched, as if he had lost his color, as the vibrant colors slipped through his fingers into the distance.

Lin Jiang could tell that the semi-transparent figure was Lin Shengfeng.

Lin Jiang reached out and grasped the petal he had been gazing at, then slowly walked towards Lin Shengfeng.

He placed the petals in Lin Shengfeng's palm.

The petals quietly merged into Lin Shengfeng's body.

The sea of ​​flowers floating in the air fell silent for a moment, then fell again like raindrops, each petal landing on the mirror-like ripples on the ground.

Some distant images resurfaced in Lin Shengfeng's mind.

He saw toddlers running around in the streets.

He saw the stubborn young man leave the school and find him in the back alleys.

He saw his now-adult son sitting at the table, drinking with him and laughing about his youthful recklessness.

He saw his child walking step by step towards the red hall on the day the red lantern was hung high.

These cheers came to an abrupt end at that moment.

He saw a black mist rising from the other side of the mountain, and the couple, whose eyes were already showing fine lines, walked into the mist.

Their mission was to rescue people.

But he couldn't save himself.

Lin Shengfeng opened his eyes. Tears had already soaked through his clothes, blurring everything before his eyes.

"I have studied medicine for over forty years, treated many people, and saved many lives, but in the end... I couldn't save you. What was the point of all my skills?"

He had already remembered his former home.

But at that moment he suddenly realized that two very important family members had left home.

They went on a long trip.

It was so far that he would need to live the rest of his life to catch up with the other person.

(End of this chapter)