Time continues to pass, and another twenty-one year has passed soon.

When Wen Ling was 84 years old, his life came to an end.

It is extremely rare for the human race to live to 84 years old. In this era, even without war and disaster, few human races live to live to 70 years old. Most people will die at the age of 5 or 60, their bodies gradually aging and their functions deteriorate.

Huang Si asked Wen Ling to practice internal skills. His understanding of nature is naturally not comparable to ordinary students, and his qualifications are also good. Unfortunately, he was almost 60 years old when he was practicing and his physical functions were not good, so he did not achieve much, which allowed him to live longer than ordinary people.

As Wen Ling's health became worse day by day, the entire Taoist mortal was filled with sorrow and mist, and everyone was worried about Wen Ling's situation. After all, the Taoist mortal can be said to be supported by Wen Ling, and everyone here is considered a disciple trained by Wen Ling. Every year, students in the Taoist mortal leave after completing their studies, but many people are willing to give up their wealth and glory and choose to stay by Wen Ling's side.

Everyone in the Taoist ceremonies sincerely respects and gratitude for Wen Ling. There is no fame or fortune here, and those who can stay in the Taoist ceremonies are all people who sincerely seek learning.

Huang Si knew Wen Ling's physical condition and allowed him to enter into illness and death. This was a necessity in life. Wen Ling's trip to earth was to experience these life journeys again. What he did for Wen Ling was just to make his death less painful.

In Wen Ling's last moment, many disciples from the Taoist temple surrounded him, and Zhou Xia and Huang Si were also accompanying him.

The disciples of the Taoist temple were full of sorrow, but only the relatives knew that death was not the end, but the beginning.

Lin Zhuo and Sang Xiu, Zhong Fu is a social person after all, and he can pretend, while Zhou Xia is casual in character, just keeps sitting solemnly and waits.

Huang Si didn't care. He just came over to wait for Wen Ling to die and took him away. There was something to pretend in front of his family, so he should eat and drink, and he was doing math problems at the same time, which attracted everyone's attention.

Unfortunately, everyone still dared not speak out. The last person who tried to speak up for justice had been punished by Wen Ling and was imprisoned for a week.

Wen Ling was lying on the bed, and his pain was blocked by the soul master's instructions, but physical discomfort still affected his thinking ability. He felt very uncomfortable, but he was indeed too ill to even speak.

So he finally used the prayer passage.

"God, please take me away."

Wen Ling prayed silently in her heart.

Huang Si looked at him and sighed, "Didn't I say it's OK? You have to stick to this for the disciples of the Taoist temple until now, and it's okay without praying. I know your thoughts. As long as you have thoughts, I will take you away."

Wen Ling said in her heart with a calm expression: "I understand, but it will feel better."

Huang Si could see all the thoughts of the family clan, but sometimes he still didn't understand what the family clan wanted, such as Wen Ling's insistence on ritual, what exactly was he? He could see but not understand.

Since Wen Ling decided to die, Huang Si said to Wen Ling who was lying on the bed:

"Wen Ling, come back."

The effect of the soul command appears. Wen Ling's soul left the body. After being slightly confused, he regained his consciousness of clearness.

He came to Huang Si's side and said happily: "God, I'm back."

Huang Si signaled him to stay where he was and watch his death. This was a rare experience. After all, as Zhu Yao in his previous life, he was directly broken down, and there was no normal death or post-death experience.

Zhou Xia sat next to Huang Si. She also heard Huang Si's words and guessed that this was a soul command.

She looked at the bed, and through the qi of her internal energy, she realized that Wen Ling had died in the human world.

Previously, Wen Ling had appointed him, and then Zhou Xia would serve as the president. So Zhou Xia stood up and announced as the successor of the Taoist cemetery: "Director Wen has passed away."

The disciples quickly gathered to check, and then found that Wen Ling was indeed dead, they all made uncontrollable crying sounds.

For a moment, the crying sounded loudly.

Lin Zhuo and the others were also wiping their tears. This was not a pretend, but they had been a human race for a long time and could understand the joys, sorrows, sorrows, and happiness of the human race.

Zhou Xia and Huang Si had no reaction.

Anyway, Wen Ling’s soul is actually around them.

Originally, there were only a few disciples around Wen Ling's bed. Now that he passed away, many other disciples rushed over and quickly lost the ward.

"Human joys and sorrows are not connected..." Huang Si whispered.

Zhou Xia nodded.

However, in such a chaotic scene, some people still noticed this whisper. Perhaps because of the teacher's death, a core disciple in a green robe shouted angrily at Huang Si: "What are you talking about! It's okay, now the dean has passed away, you, you still look like you don't care about yourself! It's useless to be so kind to the dean to you when he was alive, but now you don't even shed a single tear!"

This Taoist disciple knew that Huang Si was not an ordinary person because he would not age.

However, he rarely appears and looks different, so only a few core disciples know him.

Even so, even though he guessed that this person was probably a real god, the disciple could not help but get angry.

After hearing his accusations, Huang Si was not angry or did nothing. He just said lightly:

"I can understand your pain, but have you forgotten the teachings of your teacher during his lifetime? Human life comes from nature, and human death returns to heaven and earth. Today, death in accordance with nature is the liberation your teacher seeks."

The disciple recalled Wen Ling's usual teachings, his body trembled, took a step back, and sat down dejectedly.

After hearing this, some of the other disciples were still puzzled, while others began to ponder.

At this moment, an old man dressed in the costume of a cliff country official rushed in from outside the door. As soon as he came in, he shouted regretfully: "I was wrong, I was late, and I didn't even see the last side of Dean Wen!"

He came to Wen Ling's bed, bowed and knelt down, and couldn't help but burst into tears: "Director Wen, I am the historian of the Yaguo. My mentor once asked me to come to see you and learn from you. Unfortunately, I have never been able to do it because of my position. I heard that Dean Wen was seriously ill and I hurriedly stepped down, but... I still couldn't catch up, alas!"

Wen Ling's soul stood aside and saw the official. He didn't know this person, but he vaguely guessed who the mentor he mentioned was.
Chapter completed!