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Overcome the sea of ​​suffering

Wen Yao knew that the four of them would rush to Qingchan Temple with dusk, and the old ghost's body could no longer be taken away.

They can only be cremated with the ashes.

Waking up at dusk and knowing that the old ghost was gone, his grief was almost crazy. Wen Yaozhi was worried that he would hurt himself, so he had to take medicine to make him fall asleep all the way.

In this way, the carriage arrived at the foot of Qingchan Temple Mountain smoothly.I just didn't expect someone to be one step faster than them.

Nan Shuyu was sitting in a wheelchair, he was wearing a black cloak, his handsome face was pale and bloodless.Actually came here in person, just to prevent them from going to Qingchan Temple?

When Bai Han and the others saw him, their cold and sharp eyes wished they could tear the flesh off him.

Wen Yaozhi's expression was extremely cold, "Nan Shuyu, if you want to take away Dusk today, you will be an enemy of my entire Medicine King Valley."

Nan Shuyu's health is not good. Over the years, he has taken medicine from Medicine King Valley.

But Nan Shuyu smiled at this time, his brows were less warm, and he was a bit flamboyant, "So what?"

He doesn't care.

Wen Yaozhi glanced at Bai Han, and estimated the feasibility of the three of them blocking these troops and letting Bai Han go up the mountain with the dusk on his back.

"I just want dusk, don't force me to kill you." Nan Shuyu said lightly, raising his hand lightly, and a row of giants behind him has been lifted up. few.

The atmosphere froze and solidified for a while.

Bai Han and the others all had solemn expressions on their faces, but they never retreated a bit.

Just when the two confronted each other and their swords were on edge, a melodious Buddha's name came from far and near——

"Amitabha."

At first, the voice was clearly far away, but when the final sound fell, the figure had already approached, which was enough to see the opponent's profound skill.

The two monks stood in front of each other. The monk in front seemed to be over half a century old, but he was still in good spirits. He was wearing a blue-gray monk robe and a red cassock.The monk following behind him was not young anymore, with handsome features and long eyebrows.

Nan Shuyu had already lowered his eyes without saying a word, and barely moved.

It was Wen Yaozhi who put his palms together and bowed first, and said, "Abbot Xuanyuan, Master Wuxin, please both of you go down the mountain."

Xuan Yuan looked at him and nodded, "The poor monk received a letter from Benefactor Wen, so it's a good time to come here."

As he spoke, he turned to Nan Shuyu, and sighed slightly, "Is the Ninth Prince going to massacre under the Qingchan Temple? Junior Brother Xuanqing has always been the last person to see this scene."

Nan Shuyu's slender hands gripped the armrest of the wheelchair so forcefully that his veins popped out instantly.He glanced around for a while, closed his eyes after a while, and raised his hand to make everyone retreat.

Before he left, he said a word—"Unless you can stay here forever."

Bai Qingying and the others still hadn't realized for a while, Nan Shuyu would really leave?

It was still Xuan Yuan who said: "Let's go, go up the mountain first."

……

When Wen Yaozhi was young, he had some connections with Master Xuanqing of Qingchan Temple.And his master Jiang Qimo is also a close friend of Master Xuanqing.Therefore, Xuan Yuan treats him a little closer.

Along the way, Wen Yaozhi had already explained the matter.

Both Xuan Yuan and Wu Xin felt a moment of sadness on their expressions.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect the Ninth Prince to become what he is today. The human heart is indeed the most unpredictable thing in the world."

After Xuan Yuan sighed, he looked at the sleeping dusk on the bed.

"Is he the child of Lin Yi's benefactor?"

Wen Yaozhi nodded, and gently took off the red rope from around Dusk's neck.

Xuan Yuan looked at the blessing of peace in his hand, his black eyes trembled slightly, and he recited the Buddha's name, with a bit of sour nostalgia in his smile, "It was a gift from the younger brother, and it is also fate."

……

Dusk felt that this sleep was a bit long, and the dream was also for a long time.

It was so long that when he just opened his eyes, he was still a little unconscious.

He rolled his eyes around, and slowly scanned the simple and quiet decorations. When he sat up, he saw a monk in a red cassock sitting on the opposite futon.

Sandalwood was lingering in his nose, and the crisp sound of wooden fish seemed to dispel the depression in his heart little by little.

With a peaceful mind and a return to sanity, Dusk also remembered everything before the coma.

"Where is this place? Where's daddy?" His expression became tense instantly, and he wanted to run out in a panic, but his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

"Benefactor, don't worry." Xuan Yuan stopped the wooden fish in his hand, stepped forward to help him up, and then pointed to the sandalwood box on the side, "here."

Dusk realized instantly, but he didn't want to understand, he turned his eyes red, shook his head and backed away, speaking incoherently, "No, this isn't... Daddy... I want Daddy..."

Xuan Yuan stepped forward and stroked Huang Huan's hair, his eyes seemed to contain compassion, and he persuaded him: "Yes or no, it's not about the skin..."

Dusk's eyes were red, and he waved his hand away, "It's easy to say! You haven't experienced it before..."

Xuan Yuan was silent for a while, his deep black eyes were lost, he sighed and said: "Benefactor, let me tell you a story."

Probably because his voice was too soothing, Dusk looked at him in a daze.

Only then did Xuan Yuan put his palms together and speak slowly——

"My junior brother Xuanqing was born with a Buddha heart. He is the most valued disciple of the master and the person most admired by all the juniors in the monastery."

"Naturally, he lived up to expectations, but in the past two decades, he has already become famous all over the world. He won the top prize at the conference on classics, expelled Tantra at the martial arts conference, eradicated epidemics in northern Xinjiang, and relieved drought in western barbarians..."

"But for the sake of the world and the common people, he will forever be buried by the riverside at the age of 25."

Dusk looked dazed, his mind gradually calmed down, and he nodded, who in the world doesn't know Master Xuanqing?

He looked at Xuan Yuan, even if the other party said it lightly, the grief in his heart was no less than that of himself now.

Dusk suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Abbot Xuanyuan, do you miss Master Xuanqing...I miss Dad very much now, but I don't know what to do..."

Xuan Yuan fiddled with the Buddha beads in his hands for a moment, then slightly raised his eyes and looked not far away through the window.

He smiled suddenly, "In the first two years, I thought about it all the time. But one night, when the candle was flickering, the poor monk suddenly realized that he never disappeared, he was always there."

"As long as he is not forgotten, he is in my heart and in everyone's heart."

Dusk looked at him blankly, and it seemed that something was stirred in his heart.

Xuan Yuan turned to him, put his hands together and sighed: "Junior Brother Xuan Qing said that death is not terrible. Life and death are not separated forever, but yin and yang reincarnation. As long as you remember him, he will still be by your side."

The sandalwood is curling up, and the heart is quiet.

"Dependent origin and extinction, there is no shadow or form, but it is just a skin."

Dusk murmured, and slowly touched the ashes of her father, as if she really felt him.

Dusk felt tears falling unconsciously, but this time, the grief in her heart seemed to have eased a lot.

……

The old ghost was buried in Qingchan Temple, and Abbot Xuanyuan personally performed the ritual.Bursts of soaring Buddha's name seem to be able to cleanse the soul.

Reincarnation of life and death, overcoming the sea of ​​suffering.

Dusk knelt in front of the old ghost's tablet for three days, but in the end the knot in his heart was untied, and his heart was peaceful and open.

He put some old ghost's ashes in a small bottle and carried it close to his body. He would always be with him and never forget it.

After the funeral was over, when I met Xuan Yuan at dusk, I put my palms together respectfully, "I would also like to thank Abbot Xuan Yuan for his explanation."

Seeing his calm expression, Xuan Yuan felt relieved, "You don't have to be polite, benefactor."

Dusk paused, "It's just that I have one more question to ask. Why is Nan Shuyu so in awe of Qingchan Temple?"

Xuan Yuan sighed, "The Ninth Prince used to come to Qingchan Temple with the late emperor when he was young. He was weak and sick from birth, so Junior Brother Xuan Qing made a pill for him. Although it can't cure him completely, it can help him strengthen his body. ,extend your life."

Dusk thought thoughtfully, "So that's why, after Master Xuanqing passed away, his health became worse and worse..."

The author says:

Shuang Geng-Help the faint-hearted to relax, otherwise he will be depressed and sad for half his life.

However, when I write that my brother misses Qingqing, I still have tears in my eyes——