return to peace

Guhuo Mountain, Jingci Nunnery, raging fire, sleepless.

There were dozens of corpses lying on the ground, Ji Fan was covered in blood, hugged someone, and sat on the ground in a daze, watching the flames raging in front of him, weeping silently.The person in his arms had already passed away, his body was slightly charred by the smoke and fire, his face was blackened and bloodstained, and he could only vaguely see that he was a bhikkhuni.

Ji Fan hugged her and sat for a long time, until the sound of horseshoes could be heard faintly behind him, Fang Xinghui wiped away his tears, picked up the person in his arms, put her on the horse, and left without a trace.

Three hours ago, he escaped successfully and went straight to Guhuo Mountain. He heard a loud explosion halfway up the mountain. He hurried there, but he was still a step late.His eyes were full of flames, engulfing the small nunnery in the forest. He looked at the soldiers and generals waiting in front of the nunnery, and felt extremely angry and hated in his heart.He hadn't had such a crazy idea for a long, long time. All he wanted was to kill everyone and let everyone be buried with his mother.He rushed into the nunnery covered in blood, with a faint hope in his heart, but reality is reality, and the last thing he found was a corpse.The first time he hugged her, it was in such a situation. How many years had passed, and it was the second time he cried like this. He wished he could cry out all the regrets and sorrows in his heart until he couldn't cry anymore, but the tears were still there. Unstoppable flow.

This is his mother, the mother he always thought was separated forever, God knows how happy he was when he found out that she was still alive.But this happiness left him overnight, and after the hope, it was endless despair.He didn't know who to blame, he just felt that he was the only one left in the world, at a loss and helpless.He found a secluded place, intending to let his beloved mother rest in peace. He wiped her face and straightened her clothes, but found that there seemed to be something hidden in her bosom. He gently pulled it out, it was A letter, neatly written on the letterhead, "My son, Ji Fan, from my dear." For a moment, his eyes were dimmed again.

He opened the letter, and a red rope chain fell out of it, with a small piece of jade hanging from it. Ji Fan picked it up, held it tightly in his hand, and unfolded the letter in the light of the setting sun:

"Xiaofan,

By the time you read this letter, your mother may not be here anymore.I don't know what happened, let them blackmail you with me.More than half a year ago, there were officers and soldiers wandering around Jingci Nunnery. We are monks, so we don't care much.But gradually, Jingci Temple was closely monitored, and a man came to see me personally. He knew that I was your mother. Only then did I know that it was because of you.

Xiaofan, I gave birth to you but did not raise you. Over the years, I have devoted myself to cultivating, but I still can't forget my blood. I feel ashamed.Master has always said that my mortal world is not broken, probably because I have seen this.I told you not to come looking for me, because I dare not see you, how dare I see you, as your mother, I have never fulfilled my mother's responsibility, I am not qualified to be your concern.

Now, how can I be your burden?I, Liu Wushuang, have never been willing to be controlled by others?There is a secret passage hidden in the hall of Jingci Nunnery, which leads directly to the foot of the mountain. Fortunately, when the nuns are teaching every day, the gang of officers and soldiers will guard the door and will not disturb, giving us a chance to escape.I will let them leave from the tunnel. As for me, I have lived enough, and death is a kind of relief for me.Moreover, only if I die, you will not be caught by this weakness.

How could I let those who bully you go, I would sprinkle flour all over the hall in advance, and as soon as they came in, I would ignite the flames and die together, what are you afraid of, I was not afraid decades ago, let alone now.

It's just that I can't bear you, I really can't.In my life, I am sorry for everyone, except you, my child, the person I am most sorry for is you.When it's time to come, let mother do something for you.

I made a safety chain for you with a red string. If you can find me and find this letter, remember to wear it. My mother will give you all the blessings I have practiced in these years. I wish you peace and joy in your life. No more worries.

If there is an afterlife... If there is an afterlife, are you still willing to be your mother's child?In the next life, my mother will definitely not be so capricious. My mother will take good care of you and protect you, and watch you marry a wife and have children, and live a safe life.

In this world, it has to be like this. Mother made a wrong step and made a wrong step. There is no complaint or regret in this ending, but I just can't let you go alone and have no one to rely on.Promise to mother, protect yourself, find someone who loves you and understands you, and stay with you for the rest of your life.Mother will bless you, no matter what difficulties you are in, remember, mother is watching you, you are not alone.

Farewell, my child.See you in the afterlife.

Liu Wushuang stayed"

Ji Fan looked at it, and burst into tears again. The tears dripped on the letter paper, smothering the already tear-stained words.He carefully folded the letter in half, sealed it again, and put it in his arms.The red string chain in the palm of his hand seemed to still retain the warmth of his mother. He solemnly put the bracelet on his left wrist, pulled down the sleeve, and covered it carefully.Liu Wushuang, the former Master Wujing, had her eyes closed tightly, the blood on her face had been wiped clean, and thin wounds and bruises remained on her clean and white face.

Ji Fan watched intently, and lay down in the grave he had dug with his own hands, curled up, and snuggled into his mother's arms, he closed his eyes, tears oozed from the corners of his eyes, and couldn't help sobbing.

He stayed with her like this for the whole night.

In the early morning of the next day, he pushed down the soil with his own hands and buried his mother.She felt sorry for him, but he never blamed her.She was afraid that he would not want to be her child, but in fact, he was willing, and would be willing for every lifetime.

He found a piece of wood and carved a tombstone for his mother. As he carved it, tears blurred his eyes again. He didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help it.He cried and cared, sobbing choked up.Finally the engraving was finished, he quietly looked at the three words "Liu Wushuang" on the wooden sign, stood there for a long time, thunder rumbled from the sky, and after a while, heavy rain poured down.

Ji Fan's eyes were bloodshot, and the water on his face was rain or tears.He knelt down suddenly, kowtowed three times, his voice was hoarse, and he promised in a trembling voice: "Mother, don't worry, my son will come back to see you."

He got up, picked up the sword next to him, turned around and strode away, he didn't dare to stop for fear of being weak.He still has very, very important things, he wants to find his lover, that is his life.