Five years later, she surprised the world with her Zaizai

An Yining and Ning Nuannuan followed the little master into the temple.

This temple is located in a remote place, and the entire building looks a bit rundown. There are only a few pilgrims burning incense, and only a few monks in yellow robes are sweeping and chanting sutras. The environment is quite quiet.

It took almost ten minutes to walk.

The young master stopped in front of a Zen room, raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door.

"Master..."

"Cultivation...cultivation." The male voice in the meditation room was deep and depressed, and his energy was severely unstable.

"Master, your daughter is here to see you." The young master glanced at An Yining and reported truthfully.

The voice fell.

There was no echo in the Zen room for a long time, and it was like deathly silence.

This silence lasted for a long time.

If someone hadn't spoken in the Zen room before, Ning Nuannuan would have thought that there was no one in the Zen room.

An Yining couldn't wait for An Wenjing's response, so she said, "After all these years... you don't want to see me?"

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened.

An old monk wearing cassocks appeared in front of An Yining and Ning Nuannuan. His face was obviously old, with deep wrinkles. His old face was pale and haggard, almost bloodless, and even his breathing was very weak. It could be seen that He was already terminally ill.

Wenhui was An Wenjing. She should have walked to the door a long time ago, but she still didn't open it.

"Ning Ning..." An Wenjing called her daughter's nickname, her eyes filled with water.

An Yining's eyes swept away from An Wenjing's face, and said stiffly: "I want to talk to you. I have something important to ask you..."

An Wenjing nodded weakly and said with a smile, "Come in and chat."

The young master looked at An Wenjing and interrupted: "Master, your body..." Before he could say the next words, An Wenjing had already scolded: "Xiuneng, there are guests coming to visit, you don't know how to make tea quickly , what are you still doing here?"

The young master was being scolded, with aggrieved eyes, but because it was the master's request, he could only comply and turn around to make tea.

An Yining and Ning Nuannuan followed An Wenjing into the Zen room.

The decoration in the Zen room is simple, with only a few futons and a bed, and a bookshelf full of scripture books. It is consistent with the feeling of the temple, very old but very clean.

"Ning Ning, I don't have a chair here..." An Wenjing said slightly awkwardly.

"It's ok."

An Yining replied coldly, and then he and Ning Nuannuan knelt down on the futon.

Ning Nuannuan looked at An Wenjing. This was really far from the sculpture she imagined.

Wearing a monk's robe and cassock, and holding a string of rosary beads in his hand, he looked exactly like a monk.

His face was pale, his lips were faintly green, and the shadows under his eyes were deep, which was a clear sign that he was about to die soon.

"Ning Ning, I haven't seen you for a long time. You're so tall now." An Wenjing looked at the grown-up An Yining in front of her with a smile on her face. Although she hadn't seen him in twenty years, after all, It was his own child, and he recognized it at a glance.

An Yining clenched her back teeth and looked away indifferently, not looking at An Wenjing's eager gaze.

"I'm looking for you for something. I need you to help me carve a piece of jade..."

"it is good."

An Wenjing agreed without even thinking.

Hearing this, An Yining turned back to look at An Wenjing, frowning and said, "I didn't even say anything about the re-engraving. What are the requirements for the re-engraving, and you agreed?"

"I haven't carved a carving for many years, and I made a vow in front of the Buddha not to touch the carving knife again." An Wenjing said slowly, "But as long as it is your request, I will do it for you no matter what."

An Yining turned away from his usual gentleness and generousness and said harshly: "Sure enough...your oath is so cheap. If you don't want to count it, you won't count it."

Ning Nuannuan felt that An Yining's words were a bit excessive and tugged on her sleeve slightly.

"Sister Yi Ning..."

An Yining also realized that her words had gone too far, but when she thought about all she had experienced as a child, the devil in her heart controlled her to say the kind of words that even she could not look down upon.