Chapter 302 - 167: Autumn Execution Grounds, Autumn Sale
Two days ago, Daoist Yizhen returned to the Five Elders Temple and dug out a jar of aged wine buried by his master, Zichen, beneath the ginkgo tree in the temple.
Fortune or misfortune, Zichen’s talent far exceeded Hu Baosong’s, but as a result, Daoist Zichen couldn’t escape the heavenly punishment of a lightning disaster, while Hu Baosong, a poor student with insufficient cultivation, lived past two hundred years, dying of old age.
Each drink and bite is predetermined by fate.
Now, only a jar of fine wine, carefully buried by Daoist Zichen, has withstood the erosion of time and remains intact to this day.
The elderly cherish the past dearly. If Hu Baosong saw this jar of wine brewed by his master, he would surely be very pleased.
With a smile in her eyes, Yizhen held the jar of wine. Besides this wine, she also didn’t forget Hu Baosong’s instructions, making offerings at her master’s grave, recounting the events of recent days.
After paying respects to her master, Yizhen returned to Underground Street with the cherished wine that held decades of sentiment.
Opening the shop’s door, sunlight flooded into the funeral shop from outside, and the cane chair was empty.
In the backyard, the chessboard beneath the peach tree remained unfinished.
Yizhen felt a vague unease as she approached the chessboard, noticing a jade box on the stone table that wasn’t there before.
A letter was pressed beneath the jade box.
Written on it were the words "To my beloved daughter, Yizhen."