Tianwei Chapter 308 Resurrection (5)
Your grandson is Yang Tianyou, and I am not him.
My grandson is indeed Yang Tianyou, and you are Yang Tianyou. Grandpa Shi stood up and walked in front of me. He is not very tall, but when he really stands in front of you, he is like a mountain that you need to look up to.
He put his hands behind his back and hunched his back slightly like an ordinary old man, but his eyes and words were full of unwavering determination: You are my grandson, and even your mother cannot change that!
Really? I looked at him and asked: Why didn't you tell me everything? Why didn't you stop my mother from killing me?
Grandpa Shi's expression changed a little. Before he could speak, I continued: Because you don't know how to choose. It's just that I was brought up by you, and I have a deeper relationship with you than "Yang Tianyou". But your real grandson is him, not me. So you can only wait passively. As long as my mother doesn't kill me in front of you, you will definitely not stop it, right?
Grandpa Shi stared at me without saying a word. His eyes were a little fierce, but I had nothing to fear. Now that all the mysteries were to be revealed, what else could I fear?
If my head fell off, it would only leave a scar the size of a bowl. What's more, I'm quite thin, so the scar might not even be as big as a bowl!
You are indeed not him... Grandpa Shi finally sighed and said: But what you know is only part of it, not all. The Eight Ropes control the secrets of heaven. Your mother was very advanced in Taoism when she was young. If she just wanted to avenge your grandmother, she wouldn't have to go through so much trouble. Revenge is only part of it. The real mystery has not yet been revealed.
What is the real answer? Don't tell me that you have nothing to worry about. I don't need it. If you can't tell me, I will go find her and ask her face to face.
She won't tell you.
What about you?
Grandpa Shi was silent for a while. I didn't urge him, but just waited quietly. After a while, he sighed heavily and said: "Forget it, what if I tell you. Your family, all of you..."
I'm not from this family, I retorted.
Grandpa Shi paused, his face looked unhappy, as if he was a little angry. After a while, he continued: If you want to know the truth, don't say who you are. If you are not my grandson, what qualifications do you have to talk to me!
As soon as I heard this, I knew that Grandpa Shi was really angry.
Although I still felt suffocated, I didn't say anything else. Instead, I sat on the chair and waited for Grandpa Shi to finish his words.
Grandpa Shi sat opposite me, his face was a little gloomy, and he looked at me with a strange look. After waiting for a few minutes, he said slowly: This matter starts with your father...
Father? I was a little surprised.
I have only one impression of my father.
silence.
Continuous silence.
There is only silence forever.
As far as I can remember, he seldom spoke. He only listened to my grandfather's scolding and the conversations of the villagers, and hardly ever opened his mouth.
When I was young, I often saw him sitting at the door, legs together, cigarette in hand. When he remembered, he would take a puff, but most of the time, he would just hold the cigarette and stare out in a trance.
That looks very miserable.
Later, he took me out of the village and into the city. There, he talked more and would have a laugh with people. But when he returned home, he would often sit in his study and be in a daze.
That study room seemed a little scary to me when I was a child.
Because there is only silence and boredom inside.
Later, my grandfather passed away and my father took me back to his hometown.
He didn't speak along the way.
Back home, still no words.
But when he saw his grandfather's body, his eyes turned red, he sighed, and turned and walked out.
He went to the field and picked some wheat ears, spread them out in front of his grandfather's body, and then shook them onto the ground. Then, he picked up the wheat kernels one by one and ate them, shedding tears as he ate.
To this day, I still can't comprehend what he was doing.
After my grandfather passed away, my father collected all the books in the house and burned them in front of his grave.
Not a single one is left.
Grandpa Shi did not stop him, he just squatted beside him and sighed.
I thought that those were all my grandfather's belongings and should be burned. But now it seems that this should not be done.
Because this family is the Basuo lineage, those ancient books represent an ancient heritage, how can they be destroyed?
My father never explained this.
In silence, he took me away from my hometown again and never went back.
When he was 52 years old, he fell seriously ill and passed away.
I sat with him on his hospital bed before he passed away.
It was a night, neon lights shone outside the window, cars and people were busy and flowing. The night was talking about lively topics, and it was endless in front of us.
My father was wearing a gray T-shirt and he was very thin.
He looked out the window and said: It's getting dark again...
I hummed, and he continued: Another day has passed...
I didn't respond, because I heard him say: I can't wait for this year's Mid-Autumn Festival...
When I heard this, my tears almost fell instantly. The sadness was indescribable. I didn't know how to comfort him, because I didn't even know how to comfort myself. I could only look at him, suppressing the soreness in my nose, and said: It's okay, you will definitely get through it, live well...
He was still looking out the window, a little absent-minded, muttering: I can’t see the wheat at home anymore…
Never once did I feel him so vulnerable.
Even in my hometown, even if he was scolded by my grandfather like a grandson, he was still a man in my heart. But now, he has become weak and short, as if at that moment, he is going to leave me and never come back.
That night, he sat on the hospital bed, looking at the lights outside the window. He was lost in thought and in a daze...
At the last moment, he stretched out his hand tremblingly and handed me a jade pendant.
This is a family heirloom... You must keep it safe. His voice was so weak that it was barely audible.
I held the jade pendant tightly in my hand, and lay down in front of him, crying without saying a word, because I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I would burst into tears.
My father was lying on the hospital bed, covered with a thin blanket, his lifeless eyes looking upwards, as if he was mumbling to himself, or talking to someone. However, I only saw his lips trembling, and I could no longer hear what he was saying.
Finally, he seemed to close his eyes.
But his eyes only closed halfway and then stopped moving.
His lips were slightly parted, as if he had something else to say, but those words could no longer come out.
From that moment on, I knew that a world in my heart had collapsed, turned dark, and disappeared...
Sometimes I wonder if my father died with his eyes open.
If so, are there any regrets?
Who was he speaking to with those last silent words?
What are you talking about again?
There are no answers to these questions because he is gone. He passed away three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival.
From then on, there was forever one less person named father in my life.
And now, Grandpa Shi mentioned him again.
I was somewhat eager to know what he was going to say.
Your father is a good man. Grandpa Shi said, sighing, as if he was a little helpless: But he is just an ordinary person, he can understand it, but he can't stop it. A secular man, combined with a practitioner, is destined to be sad.
I understand what Grandpa Shi said.
As an ordinary person, marrying a fairy-like person like my mother may be a great joy in the eyes of others.
But how happy was he actually?
He spent his whole life in loneliness.
There are no birds of a feather, nor are they flying alone. There is only a world of difference. Even when he left, his mother did not come. For a man, a father, this is such a tragic thing.
Your father is ill. Grandpa Shi said: Although his family does not practice cultivation, it seems to have been punished by heaven. No man has ever lived past 52 years old. It is precisely because of this that your mother was willing to spend the wedding night with him and give birth to you.
Why? I was shocked.
Because your father won't live long, so you want to marry him and have children?
What kind of reason is this?
In my opinion, it's the mother who is sick and crazy!
And what does this incident represent?
It means you won’t live past 52 either, Grandpa Shi said.
I was stunned as if struck by lightning. Then, Grandpa Shi said: In addition, you took your soul out of the underworld, which shortened your life by at least ten years. Perhaps, you can only live to forty at most.
Forty years old… doesn’t that mean I only have a dozen years to live?
This news is like a very healthy person suddenly finding out that he or she has terminal cancer.
a bolt from the blue!
Why? I asked in confusion.
Because the world is changing drastically again, according to your mother's plan, there are only a dozen years left. Grandpa Shi said.
My mother's plan? What does this have to do with me?
The Eight-wire lineage acts on behalf of Heaven. But Heaven's law is that responsibility is heavy and life is short. Grandpa Shi said: No one in the Eight-wire lineage has ever lived long. Everyone will gradually lose their power in old age, and become worse than ordinary people. Very few people in your lineage have lived past the age of eighty-five.
Why? I was even more confused.
That's why your mother thinks that the Basuo lineage has gone the wrong way. She wants to overthrow everything, to start anew and be liberated. Grandpa Shi said.
What does this have to do with me? Why did she choose someone like my father who died young? I asked in great confusion.
Because your mother speculated that when the heaven and earth change, everything will return to its original state. The Eight Suo lineage was born from heaven, so it will naturally return to heaven at that time. Therefore, you must die, and you must die before the heaven and earth change.
I was somewhat shocked, but more confused: Why? I still didn't understand.
Grandpa Shi looked at me, sighed, and said: You have only practiced for a short time, and you don't know much. But your mother is different, she has already mastered seven or eight of the essences of the Eight Ropes.
At this point, Grandpa Shi suddenly changed the subject and asked: Do you know why bringing that boy's soul back to the world will shorten your lifespan?
Because it goes against the will of heaven, heaven will punish me, I replied.
That's right. Grandpa Shi nodded and said: This proves that according to the Heavenly Code, people cannot be resurrected after death. And based on this, people cannot die a second time. If such a thing happens, it is equivalent to violating the Heavenly Code, and someone will be punished by heaven.
