Wanbao Lady

Chapter 388 Immortal Mortal

That night.

Secret realm.

The top of Qianjue Mountain.

The bright moon was hanging high in the sky, and the cold night wind blew past, lifting the hem of clothes and making them rustle.

Qin Lingshan was seen sitting alone on the edge of the cliff, with her head bowed quietly, a trace of sadness in her eyes.

But at this moment, footsteps were heard coming closer and closer from behind.

She turned around immediately and saw a familiar skirt fluttering towards her. She immediately stood up and bowed respectfully, "Master."

"What are you thinking about?"

The woman's voice was gentle and calm, but it couldn't hide the concern in it.

Qin Lingshan pursed her lips, but she had nothing to hide.

"I'm thinking about my mother."

At this point, her tone couldn't help but drop.

"Some time ago, she just fell accidentally and ended up lying in bed. Although I went back to visit her, she is now fine. According to her current physical condition, it won't be a problem for her to live to her eighties or nineties. But..."

As she spoke, she blinked away the moisture in her eyes.

"Now I really realize that she is really old... But it feels like only a short time has passed. In my memory, she can still chase me with a feather duster..."

She suddenly burst into laughter, but there was no trace of smile in her eyes.

"I know that for a mortal, growing old naturally without any illness or disaster is already a great blessing, and I shouldn't ask for more. But..." She choked up in her throat, "I've seen that there are only thirty years at most... Then she will leave me. But thirty years is just a blink of an eye for cultivators like me. But for her, it is the rest of her life! When I think about the future, I feel uncomfortable and scared..."

At the end, she squatted down, covered her face, and cried.

"Master, am I too selfish..."

Seeing this scene, Chongfan couldn't help but sigh slightly.

After becoming a monk, as your cultivation level improves, time is no longer time.

A few decades is a very long time for mortals. It can make a babbling child become a reliable adult, and it can also make a vigorous young man become old.

But for the monks, it was just a blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, you will watch your relatives and friends who once accompanied you pass away one by one, leaving you alone.

Isn't this cruel?

Just when Qin Lingshan was feeling extremely sad, she felt a hand falling on her head. The warmth from the palm slowly dispelled the coldness of the night wind.

At the same time, a gentle voice came to my ears.

"As a child, it is normal for you to have such thoughts. However, things are not fixed. Although life is short, it can be brilliant. In the remaining thirty years, instead of indulging in sorrow, you might as well cherish the present. Perhaps you can ask her what her wish is and help her realize it. In this way, you will have no regrets."

Hearing this, Qin Lingshan was stunned for a moment.

He murmured softly, "A wish?"

"Yes, everyone has a wish, maybe there is something they have always wanted to do but have not done for various reasons. If you can help them complete it, it will be a joy for both you and her."

Hearing this, Qin Lingshan's eyes gradually lit up.

She slapped her thigh, "Yeah! Why didn't I think of that!"

Then he wiped his face hastily, stood up, and bowed happily: "Thank you, Master, I understand!"

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"desire?"

In Pingshi Embroidery Shop, an old woman was seen leaning on the bed, lost in thought.

"Speaking of children, you are now the son of an immortal. This is the good fortune our family has cultivated for eight lifetimes! With such a good destination, I have nothing to worry about for you."

The old woman smiled, as peaceful and calm as the fallen leaves in late autumn.

"Speaking of the embroidery shop, I have let Qiao'er inherit my mantle. She is a good girl, and she is even better than me. I feel relieved to leave it to her."

The old man looked at the ceiling above his head, his eyes were vicissitudes but bright, "As for the wealth that people pursue... In recent years, the embroidery shop has become more and more prosperous, and even opened a branch in our city. Money is not important to me."

"Speaking of health...I have received all the things you sent me over the years! If I hadn't been careless last time, I would be much better than those young people!"

Hearing this, Qin Lingshan became furious.

"Come on, you're already this old, why are you climbing a tree? It's so dangerous!"

She pointed outside the house, where a thick red maple tree was planted in the yard. When the autumn wind blew, a few maple leaves swirled and fell like dancing butterflies.

The old woman was stunned and looked evasive. "Oh, isn't this something that was blown onto the tree by the wind? There was no one around at the time, so I went up there myself. Unexpectedly, I slipped..."

Qin Lingshan held her forehead helplessly.

"What's so important? Can't you ask someone to help you get it? Why do you have to do it yourself? What if you hit your head?"

"Anyway, it's something very important..." the old woman muttered, and subconsciously pressed her left hand towards her side, as if trying to cover something.

How could Qin Lingshan not see her little action? She immediately lifted a corner of the mattress and reached out to grab it.

"I want to see which bad old man it belongs to..."

Before she could finish her words, she was suddenly stunned.

A small handkerchief was held in her hand. Its color was no longer bright, showing that it was quite old.

On it, there was a turtle embroidered crookedly in black thread, which looked funny and ridiculous.

But her lips trembled and she burst into tears.

The old woman sighed slightly, then smiled and pulled the red-dressed woman's hands into her own and patted them.

"I don't seem to have any wishes anymore."

The woman shook her shoulders and was silent for a long time before sniffing, "Think about it again, think boldly, I will definitely help you realize it!"

She held the old woman's hand tenaciously, her eyes filled with determination.

But the old woman thought about it carefully, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

"Speaking of which, I... would like to compile a book about embroidery skills... I started learning embroidery at the age of seven, became a master at the age of fifteen, and opened this embroidery shop at the age of twenty-eight. In the following decades, I have never failed in my craft. Although I am not the best in embroidery, I have a lot of experience."

The old woman sighed for a moment, and then said, "But embroidery also has different schools. I am familiar with Qingzhou's Qing embroidery, but as for Yunzhou's Yun embroidery, Songzhou's Song embroidery, Lingzhou's Jing embroidery, etc., I can only say that I have heard of and seen them, but I don't know much about them."

"If I could learn them all, gather the strengths of all schools, and then compile them into a complete set to pass on to future generations... I would be satisfied even if I die in this life!"

Hearing this, Qin Lingshan was stunned.

The light in the old woman's eyes suddenly dimmed. "It's a pity that to do this, I have to go to various places to visit famous people in person. I'm afraid I can't go to so many places with my old bones."

Seeing the disappointment in the old woman's eyes, Qin Lingshan clenched her fists, her blood boiling with excitement at her mother's ambition.

"I told you I would definitely help you realize your wish! Have you forgotten? I am a monk!"