Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1006 - 1002: Return

The old lama said he invited them to the monastery just as guests.

He didn’t inquire about anything related to spiritual practice, nor did he mention the Netherworld, and he didn’t utter a word about Dou Dou’s identity or background.

He simply introduced this monastery to them, spoke about some Z Clan history and the surrounding scenic beauty.

He seemed like a kind elder, just chatting leisurely with Shen Siyuan about daily life.

Since he didn’t mention it, Shen Siyuan naturally didn’t ask.

Thus, in this peaceful atmosphere, Shen Siyuan spent a night in the monastery.

But the next morning, he proposed to leave. Though the scenery here was beautiful, it wasn’t enough to make him stay.

Moreover, as his spiritual practice deepened, everything he saw was mirrored in his mind, allowing him to revisit it in detail whenever he wished, somewhat like a movie replay function, but far more convenient and vivid, giving one a sense of being there.

"Goodbye, big loudspeaker."

Dou Dou waved to the old lama standing on the distant hillside.

Upon hearing they were leaving, the old lama didn’t try to dissuade them, instead, he escorted them to the edge of the Xianshui River.

The distance was so far, yet the old lama seemed to have heard Dou Dou’s call, and waved with a smile.

"Goodbye," the old lama called out loudly.

Dou Dou heard it and said happily, "He really is a big loudspeaker, his voice is so loud."

"Look, he’s shining biubiu~"

Shen Siyuan wasn’t paying attention, but at these words, he quickly turned his head to look, just as he saw the old lama’s whole body seemingly radiating bright golden light.

Upon closer examination, it was due to the morning light behind him.

Thus, Shen Siyuan didn’t think much of it, waved his hand, turned his head to continue on, but after a few steps, he suddenly realized, turned back again to look, but the figure was already gone.

Shen Siyuan couldn’t help but smile; is it really that important whether it’s true or not?

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Duoduo asked curiously when she saw Shen Siyuan looking back frequently.

"Nothing, let’s go~"

Shen Siyuan led the three companions back on the journey.

They traversed countless rivers and mountains, crossing the grasslands that stretched toward the sky, their feet sinking into the knee-deep greenery, the wind sweeping past with the sound of fluttering prayer flags...

Climbing the majestic snow mountains, the snow on the peaks glistened coldly in the sunlight, steep ice cliffs and rocky crags scattered across the path, the cold wind slicing across their cheeks like a knife...

Crossing vast lakes, the water clear as a mirror, reflecting the sky and clouds, waves causing layers of gold-like shimmer to appear on the lake surface, merging endlessly with the horizon, no distinguishing between water and sky...

Finally, stepping onto desolate deserts, dunes undulating like frozen giant waves, the scorching sand beneath their feet rustling, the fierce sun roasting the land, dry heat waves wafting in the air, yellow sand everywhere in sight...

They were deeply moved by nature’s magnificent scenery while also feeling a profound sense of awe.

They set off at the end of March, reaching the beginning of July.

That day, Shen Siyuan suddenly stopped in his tracks; in front of them, there lay sprawling vineyards.

Vigorous vines climbed and twined around the supports, clusters of green grapes hung between layers of leaves, plump like emeralds, radiating vitality.

Dou Dou and Duoduo, having never seen untouched grapes, were curious, their eyes shining, sneaking under the grape trellis, each plucked one to hold.

The two exchanged glances, cautiously put the grapes in their mouths, and after chewing twice, a sour taste exploded on their tongues.

Dou Dou’s brow furrowed sharply, his nose scrunched up, his mouth curling instinctively, looking as if he might cry from the sourness.

Duoduo didn’t fare much better, her cheek twitched slightly, she quickly spat out the grape from her mouth, her face filled with suffering.

Shen Siyuan looked at the vast expanse of unripe grapes, sunlight streaming through gaps in the leaves, casting tiny speckles on the fruit.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to go home, so he stopped in his tracks; this feeling, inexplicable yet exceptionally clear, like a fine thread gently tugging at his heart.

He always followed his heart, never forcing himself.

Since this thought had arisen, he wouldn’t insist on moving forward.

"What’s wrong?" Xiao Yue asked curiously.

"Let’s go home," Shen Siyuan replied.

"Missing home, huh?" Xiao Yue teased lightly.

But Shen Siyuan didn’t deny it; instead, he nodded earnestly.

Xiao Yue was slightly taken aback, then a smile tugged at her lips as she called out to Dou Dou and Duoduo.

"Stop playing around; we’re going home."

"Home? Which home?" Dou Dou asked in surprise.

"Of course, our own home, silly," Duoduo retorted.

"Oh, then can I see Tang Tang and Xiao Ya when we get back?" Dou Dou continued to ask.

"Of course," Shen Siyuan said with a smile, nodding.

"Don’t delay, come quick; we’re heading back now," Shen Siyuan waved them over.

"Then can I pick some more grapes?"

"These grapes aren’t ripe yet; what would you pick them for?"

"To give to Tang Tang," Dou Dou replied confidently.

Shen Siyuan: .......

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Over where Shen Siyuan was, the sun blazed intensely, as if high noon; but in Bin Hai, it was already evening, and Ruan Hongzhuang and Taozi had returned after work.

Mao Sanmei and Fourth Aunt were preparing dinner.

However, Fourth Aunt didn’t live here; she would head back after dinner was ready, leaving Mao Sanmei to primarily manage the household.

Thanks to Fourth Aunt’s help, Mao Sanmei’s work was much more manageable.

Tang Tang and Xiao Ya were playing in the living room.

Xiao Ya was building houses and roads with blocks, while Tang Tang was pushing around a toy car, charging recklessly.

"Oh~ Duang~ Duang~"

Xiao Ya giggled nearby, patiently stacking the blocks back up each time Tang Tang knocked them over.

Ruan Hongzhuang and Taozi sat conversing on the sofa.

Even at home, Ruan Hongzhuang maintained an elegant posture, showing no trace of laziness.

But Taozi was different, sprawled on the sofa like Patrick Star.

"Oh, dear..."

Listening to her sigh constantly, Ruan Hongzhuang couldn’t stand it.

"What’s wrong now? If you have something to say, just say it straight; stop acting like this."

"I’ve been putting it off for nearly two months; when will Siyuan return?" Taozi abruptly sat up straight.

She’s referring to how her parents wanted to invite Shen Siyuan over for a meal; it’s been postponed for nearly two months, making Jiang Hongtu and his wife suspect whether they’ve called it quits, causing Taozi to avoid going home.

"How should I know? Last time you went there, why didn’t you ask him directly?" Ruan Hongzhuang replied irritably.

"I feared disturbing his spiritual practice, and he himself said he’d be back in a maximum of half a month, so I thought I’d talk about it when he returned; who knew it would drag on so long?" Taozi collapsed back onto the sofa.

Just then, Tang Tang, who had been playing in the living room, suddenly scrambled up and rushed over to the two, pointing towards the balcony.

"Oh~ Oh~"

"What’s with the ’Oh~’? You can talk, you little lazyhead," Taozi said crossly, not in the best mood.

But Tang Tang didn’t seem to hear her, or perhaps wasn’t paying attention, and ran straight towards the kitchen.

Grabbing onto Mao Sanmei’s pants leg.

"Ah?"

Mao Sanmei gestured to Tang Tang, asking what was up.

Tang Tang immediately pointed to the stove and patted her belly.

Nearby, Fourth Aunt laughed and said, "Don’t worry, dinner’s plenty; enough to fill you up."

Having keenly observed Tang Tang, Ruan Hongzhuang felt a stir in her heart, turning to Taozi: "Does Tang Tang mean Siyuan’s coming back?"

"Huh?"

Weary Taozi suddenly perked up, seated straight in the blink of an eye.