Longevity Candle

Chapter 22 Divine Union with Heaven and Earth
Jiang Zhu went to Qingjiang but did not find any trace of the man in black.

But in the river, he sensed the lingering presence of human presence.

Liu Lang's intuition was correct; there were indeed people searching at the bottom of the river, and quite a few of them.

"What is there in this Qingjiang River that is worth searching for?"

Jiang Zhu was puzzled, but he didn't waste too much time thinking about it.

His time is precious and needs to be used for spiritual practice.

"Qingjiang Yin" is very good, and the description of the divine harmony with the river waves in it greatly inspired him.

Since he can merge with the waves of the river, he can naturally merge with the light of the sun and moon.

Jiang Zhu returned to the rooftop and sat cross-legged, feeling the sunlight, emptying his mind and merging with the light.

Between heaven and earth, there are various kinds of light, among which the light of the sun and moon is the brightest.

Even during the day, the void is filled with the radiant light of the moon.

His mind was in harmony with the light, and everything within his range of movement was reflected in his mind.

Every tree and blade of grass in Liujia Town, the fish and aquatic plants in the Qingjiang River, are clearly visible.

The town's vendors hawked their wares, and pedestrians came and went.

Liu Sanzhu and the people arranged by Master Qin were planning to fake his death.

The daughter-in-law in green was tidying up the house, showing no signs of anything amiss.

The courtyard was guarded by property guards, indicating that it belonged to a wealthy family.

As Jiang Zhu experienced all of this, he gained some insight.

God unites with Heaven and Earth!

As the light of the sun and moon converged at an accelerated pace, his magical power accumulated at an equally rapid speed.

He was overjoyed, never expecting that his protection and transmission of power would bring such a great response.

Just like Ayan back then, who created the Seven Star Sword Formation for him.

Evening comes.

The family of four were having a happy meal together when, before they had even taken a few bites, Liu Sanzhu suddenly vomited blood uncontrollably.

Liu Lang and his wife were terrified, and their grandson was so frightened he lost his composure.

The guards hurriedly went to find a doctor.

The doctor rushed over and treated the patient inside the house. After a long while, he looked somber and said, "Please accept my condolences."

"No, Father will be alright."

Liu Lang knelt before the bed, tightly gripping Liu Sanzhu's hand: "Father, you'll be alright, you'll definitely be alright, I'll go..."

“Lang’er,” Liu Sanzhu interrupted him, his aged face calm: “Everyone dies eventually. I am content with the wealth and honor I have gained in this life.”

"Father, don't speak, you'll get better, you will, I..."

"Alright, let the embroiderer stay. Father has something to say." Liu Sanzhu interrupted him again.

Liu Lang suddenly realized what was happening and quickly said, "Xiuniang, you stay with Father, I'll go and beg the doctor, I'll go and beg him."

"Father," the embroiderer said, wiping away her tears, "Don't worry, I will take good care of the family and my husband."

Liu Sanzhu held her hand: "Lang'er is unreliable. It's his honor to have a wife like you. It's just that you've suffered."

"It's not bitter, it's not bitter, I'm not bitter at all." The embroiderer's face was covered in tears, and her sorrow seemed genuine.

After leaving the house, Liu Lang headed straight for the secret room, but before he arrived, he was enveloped in golden light.

"Don't panic," Jiang Zhu said.

"You, you're awake? Please look at my father, he suddenly vomited blood," Liu Lang said hurriedly.

“Your father is fine. He’s faking his death to carry out his mission. Let’s wait and see,” Jiang Zhu said.

"Fake death?" Liu Lang was stunned. "Why is that? What are you hiding from me?"

"The Qin family's affairs." Jiang Zhu led him back to the house, stood in front of the bed, and watched this scene.

Enveloped in magic, concealing their forms, the embroiderer could not see them.

When Liu Sanzhu saw him arrive, he stopped talking about feelings and changed the subject: "I don't know what I have in my home that you need. I only ask that you not hurt my son and treat him well."

The embroiderer trembled, looking at him in disbelief: "Father, what do you mean by this?" "I have already seen the jade pendant on you." Liu Sanzhu's expression turned colder: "Although I do not know your background, that jade pendant is extraordinary, and not something an ordinary person could possess."

The embroiderer's sorrow vanished, replaced by a strange light in her eyes: "You actually managed to find out? What else do you know? Do you know the whereabouts of the God of Qingjiang?"
The river bandits of that time were killed by the God of Qingjiang, weren't they?

"You've come for the God of Qingjiang?" Liu Sanzhu's eyes widened, and he breathed heavily with excitement.

“Father, tell me where the God of Qingjiang is, and I guarantee that Brother Lang will be alright and enjoy endless wealth and glory.” The embroiderer’s voice turned cold.

"What do you want with the God of Qingjiang?" Liu Sanzhu asked.

The embroiderer quickly replied, "I was also born near Qingjiang, so naturally I worship the god of Qingjiang."

"How can you believe such nonsense, you slut?" Liu Sanzhu suddenly cursed, "I must have been blind to have you as my daughter-in-law."

"Why are you so hurtful, Father?" The embroiderer's face darkened. "Over the years, I have served you with all my heart and soul. What have I done wrong? I only wish to make offerings to the God of Qingjiang. What's wrong with that?"

"Then you can make offerings to him, why ask about his whereabouts?" Liu Sanzhu said coldly, his breathing becoming heavier.

He suddenly widened his eyes and gasped for breath.

"Tell me quickly where the God of Qingjiang is, and then you can die." The embroiderer hurriedly took off the jade pendant and pressed it to his forehead: "Tell me quickly."

The jade pendant landed on his forehead, and Liu Sanzhu felt much more comfortable, his expression gradually calming down.

"Tell me where you are, and I will save you," the embroiderer said urgently.

Liu Sanzhu called out, "Lang'er, Lang'er..."

"Father."

Liu Lang's voice could be heard from outside.

The embroiderer panicked and quickly put away the jade pendant. Looking at the weak Liu Sanzhu, she gritted her teeth, took the jade pendant, and slapped him on the chest.

The magic power entered his body, Liu Sanzhu's eyes widened, and he was completely lifeless.

"You slut! I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

Liu Lang lost his mind, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he completely forgot about faking his death.

"Alright, do as you please, but calm down first. Your father isn't really dead. He just faked his death so you can see the person next to you for who he really is."

Jiang Zhu pointed a finger at his brow, the cool moonlight calming him down: "Adjust your mindset and make a decision."

Liu Lang's face was gloomy, and his heart was filled with murderous intent.

From inside the room came the embroiderer's mournful cry: "Father!"

Liu Lang clenched his fists, then relaxed them, revealing a sorrowful expression.

He was no longer the young man he once was, and he quickly adjusted his mindset.

"You go out first. I need to be alone with my father for a while," Liu Lang said sadly.

"My lord, please accept my condolences." The embroiderer left sadly, closing the door behind her.

"The God of the Green Lamp, my father..." Liu Lang was still a little worried.

Jiang Zhu waved his hand, and Liu Sanzhu opened his eyes: "Lang'er, don't be impulsive. She came for the God of Qingjiang and mistakenly thought that the water bandits were the work of the God of Qingjiang. There must be someone behind her."

"Father, what should I do? What are you going to do again?" Liu Lang asked in a low voice.

"Master Qin asked me to do something, and I couldn't refuse. This matter was extremely secretive. Now that I think about it, my ability to make a living on the river is probably related to the God of Qingjiang."

Liu Sanzhu calmly said, "Keep a close eye on things and never reveal the existence of the God of the Green Lamp. You must not tell anyone."

"I didn't expect it would be because of the river bandits." Jiang Zhu frowned. "That's right, their deaths were too suspicious, so it's inevitable that they would attract attention."

“You have sheltered my family twice, your kindness is immeasurable, and we have been a burden to you.”

Liu Sanzhu said, "I don't know what you're thinking, but these people don't know good from evil. If they coerce you into doing evil, my father and I will die a thousand deaths to atone for our sins."

“I went to check in the river, and there were many signs of life. What Liu Lang sensed was not an illusion,” Jiang Zhu said. “If they are with Xiu Niang, then they may be searching for the God of Qingjiang at the bottom of the river.”

"Why are they targeting me?" Liu Lang's face turned pale.

"Because we are living the best days of our lives, and it is said that the Jianglangyin (River Waves) was passed down by the god of the Qingjiang River, so there is some connection..."

Jiang Zhu watched the father and son talking, and as the time was almost up, his figure became faint: "My time has come, everything depends on you... White cranes will descend, they are my friends, give them all the incense offerings, and do not let mortals discover them."

Under the cover of night, a pair of white cranes pierced the sky and gazed down at Liujia Town.

(End of this chapter)