The reason why Lin Taki Zuo Jinji burst into tears is because the owners of these figures are his children who never return to him.

Although some faces have not been seen for more than 30 years, he still remembers them clearly. They are all so hardworking, so outstanding... and so understanding. Everyone is at least accompanied him through a lonely and tormented life.

They are not only masters and apprentices who preach and receive teachings, but also families who support each other.

But why, why can an ordinary training of fungus straits take them away?

"Don't cry anymore."

The child who threw himself into the old man's arms raised his head and was a short, gentle girl who was looking at Posa tearful eyes with a smile on his face.

"We like Mr. Lin Taki the most!"

"Really...really!"

Hearing this familiar catchphrase, the old man could no longer support it, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, hugged the child and started crying loudly.

"Where did you go? Where did you go?!"

"I've been waiting for you--I've been waiting for you for so long!!!"

Obviously, this sudden surprise made him temporarily forget the fact that these children were dead.

Seeing this, the other twelve children surrounded them one after another, forming a huge circle to hug Lin Taki, who was flowing through tears.

This is a reunion that transcends the boundaries of life and death.

Yoshio Tomooka stood in the distance with a white windmill, his mouth slightly open.

His eyes were staring at one of the yellow-pink-haired figures in a deep pool, his upper lip was shaking slightly, as if he wanted to call a name, but he found that his throat was as uncontrollable as an oil-free machine.

Until the other party called out his name first.

"Royal."

“…”

Gradually, a blurry light began to fill Tomooka Yoshiyuki's eyes.

He walked forward step by step like a stiff puppet. With each step, the light in his eyes became brighter, but his expression became visible to the naked eye.

When he came to the flesh-colored boy, the latter suddenly frowned and raised his right hand, but the corner of his mouth with scars curled up slightly.

Yoshiyuki Tomooka instinctively shrank his shoulders and subconsciously covered his left cheek. A trace of long-standing and familiar shock flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, a forgotten memory poured into his mind.

That was four years ago. It was in the same place.

It was the boy in front of him who slapped him and said something to him.

"Don't say anything like 'It's better if you die by yourself', such nonsense! Even if you say it last time, I will break up with you on the spot!"

"Your sister who should have married someone else the next day, knowing that she might die, she still bravely protects you behind you."

"Only you...you must not blaspheme your sister's kindness like this!"

"You must never die! You must sacrifice your life to your future and pass on it!"

"Do you understand?"

The sound from the depths of memory echoes in the darkness.

Yoshiyuki Tomooka didn't understand why he would have forgotten it if it was such a profound memory.

He... had said this a long time ago, why did he still live like that after that, and he was complaining about himself?

After all, I still disappointed him and my sister.

Tomooka Yoshiyuki took off his hand that was blocking his cheek in shame, lowered his eyelids, intending to meet the slap that should have fallen on his face.

But what he waited for was just a warm palm, gently covering the skin that was aching faintly due to the excitement of memory.

The gentleness of the movement was no less than the style when applying medicine to him.

"I'm sorry, brave."

The young man was still as tender as he was when he was thirteen years old. The two of them had their foreheads against each other, just as they were when they parted on the mountain of Fujishui.

"I didn't expect that leaving you alone would have been so hard."

Yoshio Tomooka's face was dull, but he finally reacted and squeezed out his old friend's name from his hoarse throat.

“Baba…”

...

More than ten minutes later, after the brief reunion, Yi Yong told the story of the white windmill.

"This is what a girl I met on the road when I left the headquarters last night and just entered Tokyo..."

Yi Yong was slightly nervous while watching the fourteen pairs of eyes, but everyone was happy for him to see him showing obvious emotional changes.

Obviously, although the souls of Ludaki Zuoki's students were trapped here, they still had a way to know most of the things that happened to those close to them.

"Although I don't know that girl, I know a companion next to the girl."

"The child is named Kotaro. He had previously helped in the Butterfly House with Kyuro. This white windmill was originally the toy he was holding."

Lintaki Zuoki narrowed his eyes: "Toy?"

What an incredible thing is that the soul that remains in the world appears in the form of a physical body, but it turns out to be just a toy in the hands of a child?

In fact...

After getting this "white windmill", Xian Ichiro, who had spiritual vision, felt it was a bit redundant and did not think of any use of this thing, so he handed it over to Kotaro at the suggestion of Bian Ruoko.

Because Kotaro and Bianruo Oko are already very close, Kyuro has been busy studying recently and has no time to play with him. Xianichiro asked Kotaro to accompany the old lady and Bianruo Oko to find a place for the little gods.

After all, with such a big man acting as a bodyguard, one old and one young will have less trouble along the way.

However, this time Tomooka Yoshiyuki met them by chance, and Yeniichiro was really unaware of it.

Having said that.

"Well, that girl seemed to know the purpose of my trip, and also knew that Master Linlong would definitely refuse to be the instructor of the Demon Slayer Team's training camp, so she lent me the windmill."

Before I knew it, Tomooka Yoshiaki's way of calling Rakiki Saki is becoming more and more casual.

"She told me that if you refuse, take this windmill and take you to the place I least want to face, and then rotate the windmill three times against clockwise..."

"Then, everyone... appeared."

Hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Especially Lin Taki Zuoji, I can't figure out why a person I've never seen before knows so many things.

"But, are these children not enough to prove..."

A hint of hard smile appeared on the old man's face, "Am I really not a qualified teaching teacher? If it wasn't me who taught you breathing, maybe you are still alive now, aren't you..."

"What are you talking about?!"

The Rabbit said excitedly, "You are the best cultivator we have ever met, no one!"

"Yes, there is absolutely no better trainer than Master Linlong!"

He and the children also agreed.

Masaki once again brought out his catchphrase: "We like Mr. Lin Taki the most!"

"And, we may be able to guess why you have this idea..."

Speaking of this, Zhen Hong's expression was a little hesitant, and she turned to look at her senior brothers and sisters.

"Everyone thinks it is necessary to tell Mr. Linlong about the truth about our death?"

She did not say this sentence, but communicated silently through a unique way between ghosts.

"But if he knew about this, he would definitely collapse..."

A child said this, his eyes full of pity and anxiety.

Another child retorted: "But if we don't say it, he will definitely think about it and think that he is a bad master, so we failed to pass the selection."

Everyone expressed their opinions in a verbal way, but the left and right were wandering among these two thoughts.

But in the end, the rabbit expressed his opinion.

"I can understand why you are unwilling to tell Master Linlong the truth."

"But in this way, he will refuse the invitation from the Demon Killing Team for the wrong reasons."

"If the Demon Killing Team suffered a serious blow or setback because of its lack of strength, then what would you think if Master Linlong knew the truth after his death?"

Although the words of Rabbit are a little harsh, they are the most realistic.

"Besides, he is a strong man. If he doesn't even have the courage to face the truth, how could he cultivate us disciples?"

"At least, each of us did not escape when facing that ghost, did we?"

As soon as these words were said, no one had any objections, but this also meant that they finally made a decision.

However, although the ghosts held a long meeting, it was just a matter of a moment for the outside world, Ludaki Zuoki and Tomooka Yoshioka.
To be continued...