Chapter 536

Zhenyuanzi, Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, Nezha, and Jiuyue were all watching this scene from afar.

Jiuyue's eyes were moist and red, obviously having just cried.

"Is there really no other way to save Sister?"

"If this continues, let alone surviving the Journey to the West, I'm afraid she won't even last three days."

Zhenyuanzi sighed and shook his head, "I have already sought the Primordial Heavenly Lord, and there is no other way."

"What about the Tongtian Jiaozhu? He is Sister's Master, he wouldn't sit idly by. Also Taishang Laojun, he is Sister's Uncle," Jiuyue was anxious and helpless.

Zhenyuanzi could only sigh, "The two of them are in seclusion deducing the secrets of heaven, seeking a way to save Third Sister, and have not yet come out of seclusion."

Jiuyue dropped her arms powerlessly, "Is there really no way at all?"

"The Three Realms are so big, and there are so many living beings, is there no way to save Sister?"

"Is it faith power? Or merit?"

"I'll go pray, I'll do merit for Sister." Jiuyue turned to leave.

Yang Jian stopped Jiuyue, "If we talk about faith and merit, there is no one in the world who has more than her."

"How do you think she stripped her Primordial Spirit and consciousness?"

Jiuyue collapsed on the ground, holding her head and crying, thinking of all the ways, finding all the people who should be found, why was there not a glimmer of hope?

Yang Jian endured his emotions and looked at Sun Wukong, "Monkey Brother, does Bodhi Patriarch have any other way?"

After all, the last time Tang An almost fell, it was Bodhi Patriarch and Nuwa who saved Tang An.

Sun Wukong was also very melancholy, "I went to find Master, but he was like before, and did not come forward."

"Then go pray to Nuwa." Jiuyue stood up anxiously, she remembered that it was Nuwa who used the origin power of Huaxia to help Tang An restore her Primordial Spirit.

"Don't go." This call was said by Nezha and Tang An at the same time.

Nezha turned back, Tang An didn't know when she was standing behind them.

Tang An smiled, she was very happy that Nezha truly understood her. She was also very happy that everyone cared about her and cared about her so much.

"Jiuyue, Sister finally got rid of the Heavenly Dao, don't go looking for her again."

She held Jiuyue's hand and stacked the hands of Sun Wukong and the others together.

"You don't need to try your best for me anymore, I am the Heavenly Dao now. If there is really any way, how could I not know?"

"Now that you are with me, I am already very satisfied and have no regrets."

"Don't care where I can go, as long as we walk together, I am happy wherever I go."

"Sister..."

Tang An rubbed Jiuyue's hair, "Let's continue walking forward, go visit Senior Bai Qi, go walk the dog at Tongtian River, go to the place where we first spent the New Year..."

Jiuyue lowered her head, not daring to let Tang An see her crying, just nodding continuously.

"Good."

Tang An smiled and stroked her back, then said to Zhenyuanzi, "Big Brother, Little Sister will say goodbye here."

"For all the past, thank you Big Brother for your help." She bowed to Zhenyuanzi.

Zhenyuanzi felt very uncomfortable, but he understood that now was not the time to keep Tang An.

"Go, walk forward, don't look back."

Tang An nodded, "Big Brother, take care."

They left Wuzhuang Temple, came to the place where the White Bone Demon was beaten three times, visited Bai Qi, stayed for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and then continued forward.

Passing by the Baoxiang Kingdom of the Kuimulang tribulation, Tang An remembered the time she bickered with Nezha, comparing whose handwriting was better.

"Nezha, your handwriting must be much better now, right?" Tang An looked at Nezha who was silently leaning against the door.

In order to be on the scene, didn't they come here again.

Nezha thought for a while and walked over, "You want to compare?"

Tang An looked at her almost transparent hand, "That's not necessary."

"However, I thought of a poem for myself these days, it might not be regular, but I still want to write it down."

"Let you write for me."

Nezha nodded and agreed, set up the desk, and waited for Tang An to speak before writing.

Tang An looked at the moonlight outside the window, walked over, and sat on the window.

A scroll of residual dreams enters the clouds, seemingly free and not idle

Eighty-one tribulations, the road of soul returning, how many shackles, how many passes

Three thousand, thousand, ten thousand people, ten thousand causalities added to my body

Alas, trapped in a maze, seeking freedom but unable to solve

Everyone says longevity is difficult, but without ambition, they step on the peak of Lingyun

Sighing at the mortal world for decades, drinking alone and guarding the ten-thousand-mile platform

Seeking life and death, neither can be obtained, but losing the seven emotions and the Great Dao

Finally, I feed the Three Realms with my body, scattering the fate of the world

From now on, the road to the end of the world is hard to meet, how much sorrow, how much autumn...

Tang An described her life lightly, tears flashing in her eyes.

She was thinking, if she hadn't been so stubborn and hadn't been contaminated with so much causality, would the outcome not have been like this?

Alas, the youthful spirit at that time didn't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth, provoking countless causalities, leading to today's disaster.

If it came again...

Forget it, don't come again.

Tang An leaned against the window frame, and to this day, there was no such thing as regret or not regret.

Behind her was Nezha who broke the pen in his hand, Jiuyue who covered her mouth and ran out, Wukong who was drinking, and Yang Jian who looked at her with eyes full of heartache.

Accompanied by the breeze and moonlight, Tang An fell into a deep sleep again unconsciously.

Nezha saw that Tang An hadn't moved for a long time and knew she had fallen asleep again. But he still wrote down the poem Tang An wanted to write for her.

Although the handwriting might not be that good, it was written with his tears, stroke by stroke, pouring out his feelings.

"Let's go, continue to take Master forward." Sun Wukong put down the wine pot and stood up, not caring what time of night it was.

"Mm, go." Yang Jian also agreed with Sun Wukong's idea.

Nezha hugged Tang An onto Jiuyue's back and let Jiuyue take her to continue the journey.

Passing by the Lotus Cave of Pingdingshan, Jinjiao and Yinjiao were already waiting there.

They also prepared gifts, but this time Tang An didn't rob them, nor did she accept any gifts.

The party continued to walk west, and Tang An didn't wake up again along the way.

Until they arrived at the Tongtian River that Tang An had been thinking about, they stopped.

"Master." Xiaotian Quan looked at the depressed Yang Jian, "It's not winter now, the river water hasn't frozen, how to ice skate?"

Yang Jian looked at Tang An who had been sleeping and hadn't woken up.

"Master, aren't you going to ice skate?"

"Yang Jian will seal the water surface now, Master can wake up."

"If Master doesn't like the water surface sealed by magic, Yang Jian will go ask for an imperial decree to let it snow in June here."

"Master..."

Yang Jian looked at Tang An's impending dissipated Primordial Spirit, his throat seemed to be blocked by a razor blade, it was unspeakably uncomfortable.

"Dignified Judicial God, why are you still shedding tears." Tang An's weak voice came.

"Master."

"Go ask the old Jade Emperor to let it snow, and by the way, call everyone over to spend the New Year together."