Hibiskus als Gemälde

Kapitel 132

With heads held high and smiles on their faces, they marched to the battlefield, their banners waving high, obscuring the sun's light.

The breath blows Venus into the rising moon, the strength pulls back the long arrow to shoot Sirius.

After a year of quarrying, Nanjing was recaptured; Hebei, Shandong, Jilin, and Heilongjiang were subsequently pacified.

Warships break through the waves and sail out of the Liaohai Sea; iron birds that blot out the sky swoop down on Tokyo!

In one night, the Japanese stronghold was shattered, and the Pacific Ocean turned crimson.

Han flags fly atop Mount Fuji, while a barbarian concubine is intoxicated beneath the cherry blossoms.

Upon his return, thousands lined the streets to watch, showering his horse with flowers.

The lintel shines with pride as white-haired figures smile, and the neighborhood rejoices with the pride of young women.

The nation's history clearly records this first great achievement, and from then on, China has been renowned as a great and powerful nation.

"The remaining power will punish injustice, so that all mankind may bask in the glory of the Han Dynasty..."

In the early 1980s, at dawn in late spring, the souls of 50,000 Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers, who had died far from home for forty years, finally returned to their homeland in the Central Plains…

Han Sheng seemed to see those emaciated, ragged Chinese soldiers walking slowly past him, hand in hand...

Two streams of cold tears rolled down his cheeks...

The mournful and poignant songs gradually faded into the distance, and the souls of the expeditionary soldiers scattered in all directions before dawn. They finally returned to their beloved homeland, albeit quietly and silently...

On the eastern horizon, a red sun slowly rises, its golden rays shining across the sky. The darkness in the sky fades, turning into azure, and the earth returns to its natural state.

The "ghost pot" lay quietly in Han Sheng's palm. He gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and let out a long sigh.

Just then, he faintly heard sobbing: "Waaah... Zu Mo, my daughter, I can finally reunite with you... Han Sheng, thank you, I'll be waiting for you in Blue Moon Valley..." The voice faded away and headed straight for the southwest.

Han Sheng knew that it was the ancestor's soul...

"Dad Hansheng, can my mother's soul return to the world?" Momo stepped forward and looked at Hansheng with teary eyes.

“Yes, your mother is waiting for you in Blue Moon Valley,” Han Sheng replied quietly.

"I need to find my mother," Mo Mo said urgently.

"Children, the matter in the Central Plains is settled. We will now return to the snowy plateau. In this life, we may live in Blue Moon Valley forever..." Han Sheng held Mo Mo and Shen Caihua in his arms and said sadly.

Meanwhile, at the foot of Kawagebo Peak in Meili Snow Mountain, in a guest room of Tabalin Monastery, the old patriarch lying on the bed suddenly stirred, then slowly opened his eyes...

"Ancestor, you're finally awake..." Jia Shiming, who had been waiting by his side, exclaimed in surprise.

Upon hearing this, Lan'er and her father rushed into the house. "The ancestor has woken up, which means Hansheng has found the 'Ghost Pot.' Lan'er, Hansheng and the others will be back soon," Wu Chushan said excitedly.

"Jia Shiming!" When the patriarch saw that the person in front of her was none other than Master Jia, the murderer who killed her, her eyes widened in fury, and she shouted angrily, "You...you actually used 'Innate Qi Gong' to sneak attack me!"

"Ancestor, I am ashamed..." Master Jia said, his face flushed and his head bowed.

"Haha, old ancestor," Wu Chushanren chuckled, "Do you still recognize me?"

"And Lan'er." Lan'er rushed to the bedside, took the old ancestor's hand, and said happily.

"Ah, you're all here... Where is this? I dreamt of my little Zumo..." the old ancestor murmured, tears welling in his eyes.

"This is Tabalin Temple. We've found your daughter, Momo. She, Hansheng, and Chencai will be back soon," Wu Chushan told her.

Next, Wu Chushanren told the patriarch about the events that had happened over the years, as well as how Master Jia took Momo as his disciple and how he risked his life to save her. "Master Jia fed you the 'Returning Soul Water' of the Bon religion, which is why you were able to return to life from the intermediate state," he said with emotion.

The old ancestor stared at Jia Shiming in astonishment, as if he couldn't believe it.

“It’s true, Ancestor. I did something to wrong you in the past, but from now on, we are all family,” Jia Shiming said shyly.

"What, a family?" the patriarch asked in astonishment.

Jia Shiming's cheeks were flushed as if he were drunk, and he murmured softly, "Mo Mo is such a good child..."

On the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, night fell. The old ancestor, Lan'er, and the others stood outside the gate of Tabalin Temple, anxiously gazing at the boundless meadow. Han Sheng had promised that they would definitely return to Meili Snow Mountain before the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar.

A bright moon slowly rose behind the Kawagebo snow peak, illuminating the vast expanse of heaven and earth...

In the hazy moonlight of the night sky, a large parrot with sapphire-blue feathers flew in from the distant horizon...

The abbess of Tabalin Monastery, Mingyue Wubotuo, stood silently on the hillside behind the monastery, her fingers gently caressing the blood-red gemstone pendant around her neck, her beautiful eyes gazing towards the northeast… The only man in her heart was dead, his body blown to pieces, lying quietly in the weeds of the Western Henan Grand Canyon…

A single, cold tear silently fell...

Chapter 200 Epilogue

In April 1933, James Hilton described in his book "Lost Horizon" a place called "Blue Moon Valley" in the mysterious Tibetan Plateau. It was a place where Tibetans lived in peace, tranquility, and mystery. The Jinsha River, Lancang River, and Nujiang River converged there. The mountain peaks were covered with snow all year round, and the ground was covered with green grass and blooming rhododendrons. People said that it was the legendary "Shangri-La".

Countless explorers from all over the world have searched for it for more than half a century, but have never found it.

In the mysterious "Blue Moon Valley", the ancestor and Momo were finally reunited. After Han Sheng's careful treatment and conditioning, her body slowly recovered and she regained her original weight. In the end, she married Master Jia and they became a family.

Alas... In the end, who can truly understand the complexities of human relationships and grudges in this world?

The worm in Xiong Dahai's body could not be completely eliminated. Since the worm was not a bad person and was very friendly, it became good friends with Shen Caihua, Momo, Dudu, and the big black cat "Xiao Cui'er".

After returning to the snowy plateau, the birthplace of Bon religion, Elder Anxi's health gradually improved, and he later became the abbot of the Lama Temple in Blue Moon Valley.

Han Sheng and Lan'er often visited Liu Jinmo and Xiao Cuihua's graves to pay their respects, and each time they would sigh for a long time, reluctant to leave.

On a drizzly morning, a monk found a ragged and filthy little beggar lying in front of the Foya Temple. After carrying him into the temple and reviving him, the abbot, the old monk Weidu, recognized him as Youliang.

Youliang's tendons in both hands were severed, and he remained silent when questioned, like a mute. The old monk Weidu took him in, and Youliang was ordained as a monk again. None of the monks in the temple knew that this down-on-his-luck little monk actually possessed the most evil technique in the Central Plains, the "Intermediate Yin Corpse Suction Technique." Disheartened, Youliang never set foot outside the Tongguan Foya Temple again.

Nowadays, when tourists visit the temple, they may occasionally see a mute monk with crippled hands; that is Youliang.

In the capital, the political situation changed, and things were no longer the same. With each new emperor came a new court. The once-glorious directors and leaders have now faded into obscurity, lost in the long river of history. Only the people of the Central Plains remain unchanged...

The bleak autumn wind and the drizzling rain made the poem "Remembering Tongguan" engraved on the stone wall of the Foya Temple in Tongguan even clearer:

The peaks stand like a gathering of people, and the waves surge like a raging storm.

Tongguan Road, nestled between mountains and rivers.

Looking westward towards the capital, I hesitated.

Heartbreaking are the places where the Qin and Han dynasties once stood; countless palaces have all turned to dust.

When a dynasty prospers, the people suffer. When a dynasty falls, the people suffer.

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