Chapter 17 Section VII

An old monk, lying on his back on the root of a huge old fir tree, has passed away. "Is it this? Qingming." Boya asked with a torch in his hand. The dancer stood beside Boya quietly. "Exactly." Qingming replied. "Who is this monk?" "Probably Lord Jingguan, it should be him..." Qingming said. "Is that the sorcerer who wants to become an immortal after Immortal Yang Sheng?" "That's right, but now that things are up, we don't need to discuss the monk's real name before his death." Qingming looked down at the old monk and said.

Boya brought the torch closer to the old monk.The bright light of the torch reflected the face of the old monk. "Oh..." Boya called out in a low voice, "Qingming, look, the mage's face is smiling." As Boya said, there was a faint smile on the mage's wrinkled mouth.