novelapdf Chapter 380 Life and Death Are Different
Chapter 380 Life and Death Are Different
The inner courtyard of Zhang Mansion was already packed with people. In addition to the more than one hundred servants kneeling and weeping in hushed tones, even the most prominent figures in Qingya Town had come.
Even the family cultivators responsible for guarding the town were no exception.
Their eyes were red and swollen, and they kept wiping away tears, as if they were about to lose their own loved ones.
Logically speaking, there shouldn't have been so many people, yet they were all waiting for the same person.
Although Zhang Lingyu rarely goes down the mountain to take care of things, he will definitely show up for such an important event as his mother is about to pass away.
If I can perform well in front of this real person, the former clan leader, then soaring to great heights in the future will not be a problem.
Even they could only wait outside, listening to the sobbing that rose and fell among the people inside.
"mother..."
"grandmother..."
"Ancestor..."
The room was also packed with people, men and women dressed in fine clothes. The men knelt in front with red eyes, while the women knelt behind with young children in their hands, gently wiping away their tears with handkerchiefs.
Closest to the couch were several elderly people, mostly grandchildren of Zhang's mother. The two closest to the couch were Zhang's father and Zhang Lingyu's original body's younger brother.
When Zhang Lingyu was still a mortal, he was the third child in his family. Even though his two older brothers had elixirs to prolong their lives, they still passed away five and three years ago, respectively. At that time, he was in seclusion breaking through his cultivation barrier and did not come to pay his respects.
The man in front of us is Zhang Fu, born to Zhang Lingyu and his wife two years after Zhang Lingyu went up the mountain. He is now seventy-five years old.
Zhang Fu knelt on the ground, lay on the bedside and cried his heart out, until his voice became hoarse.
Zhang's father, standing to the side, was in tears, his mouth slightly open but unable to utter a sound; after all, he was over a hundred years old.
The woman lay on her sickbed, groaning weakly, as if she might fall asleep at any moment.
The reason she hadn't closed her eyes yet was twofold: firstly, she was kept alive by the medicine sent from Qingya Mountain; secondly, the woman was clinging to life, wanting to see someone before she died to fulfill her wish.
As her mouth opened and closed, Zhang Fu leaned close to her ear to listen, but he couldn't hear anything. However, everyone else present knew exactly what was going on.
The old man was waiting for Zhang Lingyu.
Even though he was terrified of his third son, who had become a cultivator, he still cherished the bond of blood ties with his family on his deathbed.
Zhang Fu had barely met his immortal brother since birth, and felt no affection for him, nor dared he have any.
Cultivators have always adhered to the principle of separating immortals from mortals. He dared not and would not try to claim any blood ties or family connections, ultimately because his elder brother rarely returned home and was indifferent to the family, leaving him with no opportunity to curry favor.
Even so, the rise of the entire family was only possible because of each other.
"Fourth Uncle... what did they say on the mountain? Will Third Uncle... come back?"
"Maybe," Zhang Fu said in a low voice in response to the questions from his nephews and nieces behind him.
Three days ago, Zhang's mother was on the verge of collapse. He went to Qingya Mountain to inquire about her condition. At that time, Zhang Xingyao and others who had been conscripted had just returned, and the mountain was covered in white mourning clothes.
As a mortal closest to cultivators, I had already heard from the cultivators in the town that the entire clan had left several months ago to fight against demonic cultivators in other counties.
Although they have returned, many cultivators have died.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Fu dared not linger. After delivering the message, he rushed back home and informed everyone. Everyone's hearts sank.
So many cultivators have died outside. The novel "Family Cultivation: My Intelligence Updated Daily" is full of classic quotes; come find resonance. Perhaps Zhang Lingyu also...
But his third brother was said to be the most powerful person in the family, so he shouldn't perish. If he did, the whole family would probably start to decline.
Unless another spiritual being appears.
However, over the years, the family has been intermarrying with the mortal descendants of cultivators, and so far no second descendant of a cultivator has appeared.
Will they come...?
Looking at his mother lying on her sickbed, seemingly on the verge of death, Zhang Fu felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
Nearly a quarter of an hour later, a commotion suddenly broke out outside. The people inside were immediately displeased. It was already lenient of them to allow these sycophants into the mansion. If they made any noise and disturbed Zhang's mother, it would not look good.
"Go, tell them to be quiet." Zhang Fu waved his hand impatiently.
A person near the door quickly got up to open it, but the moment he opened the door, he froze on the spot.
Inside the courtyard, everyone had already knelt down in a rush, including several cultivators. In the center of the courtyard stood a young man.
"Third Uncle, you've arrived..."
The person who opened the door quickly knelt down on the ground, not daring to raise his head. He had seen the portrait of this person before, so who else could the person in front of him be but Zhang Lingyu?
Zhang Lingyu nodded slightly and slowly walked into the room. The moment she stepped inside, everyone's eyes widened, and they instinctively stepped back to make way for her, whispering:
"Third Uncle..."
"Third Uncle".
The former grunted in response. Zhang Fu and Zhang's father, who were kneeling in front of the bed, had already moved aside, so he sat down on the edge of the bed and took Zhang's mother's withered hand in his grasp.
"Mother, your child has come to see you."
These words had immense power; the woman's breathing suddenly became heavy, and she struggled to sit up, but she could not manage it and could only sit up with Zhang Lingyu's help.
She shakily raised her other hand and stroked her third son's face, whom she hadn't seen for decades, while her throat bobbed as she tried to speak.
Although there was no sound, it seemed to say, "Child, you've returned..."
"Yes, I'm back."
After Zhang Lingyu answered softly, Zhang's mother nodded in relief, reluctantly lowered her hand, and as a smile played on her lips, tilted her head to the side of the pillow and fell into a deep sleep.
He died peacefully without illness.
The sound of crying suddenly filled the room, and crying also began to come from outside. The child did not understand why, but seeing his parents crying softly, he also started to cry loudly.
The most heartbroken person was Zhang's father, who watched helplessly as the person who had been with him all his life passed away, and he almost fainted.
Zhang Lingyu felt a bitter taste in his mouth as he slowly lowered his mother's hand. He then looked at his father, who was a year younger than his mother. According to his observation, it had been within the last few years.
Perhaps because of his wife's passing, he was too heartbroken, and his health deteriorated day by day, which might have led to his death much earlier than expected.
He took out a few pills and placed them in Zhang Fu's palm, instructing him, "Father can't handle this situation. Help him rest first, then let him take these pills."
"I'll be back on the day of the funeral after the funeral arrangements are settled."
"Yes..." Zhang Fu wiped away his tears and carefully accepted it.
Zhang Lingyu slowly got up, glanced at the large family in the house, said nothing, and moved to the courtyard.
He raised his head slightly and looked at the Qingya Mountain covered with white silk, his gaze filled with complexity.
Now, he has to rush off to attend another major funeral.
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"Mother, your child has come to see you."
These words had immense power; the woman's breathing suddenly became heavy, and she struggled to sit up, but she could not manage it and could only sit up with Zhang Lingyu's help.
She shakily raised her other hand and stroked her third son's face, whom she hadn't seen for decades, while her throat bobbed as she tried to speak.
Although there was no sound, it seemed to say, "Child, you've returned..."
"Yes, I'm back."
After Zhang Lingyu answered softly, Zhang's mother nodded in relief, reluctantly lowered her hand, and as a smile played on her lips, tilted her head to the side of the pillow and fell into a deep sleep.
He died peacefully without illness.
The sound of crying suddenly filled the room, and crying also began to come from outside. The child did not understand why, but seeing his parents crying softly, he also started to cry loudly.
The most heartbroken person was Zhang's father, who watched helplessly as the person who had been with him all his life passed away, and he almost fainted.
Zhang Lingyu felt a bitter taste in his mouth as he slowly lowered his mother's hand. He then looked at his father, who was a year younger than his mother. According to his observation, it had been within the last few years.
Perhaps because of his wife's passing, he was too heartbroken, and his health deteriorated day by day, which might have led to his death much earlier than expected.
He took out a few pills and placed them in Zhang Fu's palm, instructing him, "Father can't handle this situation. Help him rest first, then let him take these pills."
"I'll be back on the day of the funeral after the funeral arrangements are settled."
"Yes..." Zhang Fu wiped away his tears and carefully accepted it.
Zhang Lingyu slowly got up, glanced at the large family in the house, said nothing, and moved to the courtyard.
He raised his head slightly and looked at the Qingya Mountain covered with white silk, his gaze filled with complexity.
Now, he has to rush off to attend another major funeral.
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