Chapter 800 I'm sorry

Can you say that monks are forbidden from doing anything?

Changfeng hadn't expected his master to be so decisive and ruthless from the start. Holding his bowl, he quickly pondered whether he should continue eating.

While he was thinking, he took a few more bites.

Wuji looked at Song Chunxue and thought that his martial uncle seemed to be angry. Suddenly, a cold wind ran up his spine.

After a moment, Master Huineng replied gently with a bitter smile, "I am not as at ease as you are, Daoist."

"Ha, at ease?" Song Chunxue looked at him with a half-smile. "You think I'm at ease?"

Lord Zhao stood up. "I'm going to the outhouse."

He was worried he would get scolded if he didn't leave soon.

Changfeng also stood up, "I...I'm going to get some water."

Wuji was stunned. These words were perfectly normal, so why the strong reaction?

He decided to wait and see; could a fight really break out?

Huineng forced himself to continue, "No, what this humble monk means is that most Taoist disciples observe fewer precepts than Buddhist disciples, and they practice different methods..."

As he talked, he realized he had been led astray by her. She was the one who said monks couldn't do human things; he just wanted to rephrase it.

Yes, she was angry, and whatever he said was wrong.

He looked at Song Chunxue, "Don't misunderstand, that's not what I meant..."

"Why are you here, letting me know this truth?" she said coldly. "So what if you're dead? We're all living good lives now, what are you doing here?"

"..." Huineng moved his lips, but couldn't say a word. He looked at the food on the table and remained silent.

Wuji's eyes widened; he finally sensed something unusual!

There seems to be a story between them, and it's quite complicated.

My God, could we have been husband and wife in a past life... no, we were husband and wife before?

He suddenly remembered his martial aunt's identity. She had been a widow for many years and now had a close relationship with that Lord Xie. Her former husband had suddenly reappeared.

And he even became a monk?

Wuji immediately put down his chopsticks and looked at the monk with shared hatred.

That's really unfair. People's lives are getting better and better, why is he causing trouble?

The sound of chopsticks hitting the table was quite loud, and the two of them looked at Wuji at the same time.

Wuji raised his hand, "It's alright, you can continue."

"..." Song Chunxue wanted to laugh; this child was quite interesting.

Yes, why is she so angry? It makes her seem like she cares a lot.

But upon closer reflection, if she didn't care, would she really do it all over again just because she was so resentful?

As a result, they made a fool of her.

He bore so many children and left her to raise them alone, and in the end, he was so hurt that he died a miserable death.

Oh!

She even suspected that the bald monk appeared in front of her just to provoke her and see her reaction.

She wasn't wrong before; there wasn't a single good person in the Jiang family!

They must have been kicked in the head by a donkey!

He came here on purpose to upset her.

She crossed her legs, unable to eat another bite of her meal. She wanted to see what tricks he could come up with.

"Why aren't you speaking? Why is it so difficult to answer the question of why you came to see me? You and Lord Zhao have known each other for a long time? When did he find out about your past identity?"

She shifted her position, sitting down on the stool with an air of nonchalance, and said irritably, "You don't actually think I'd be overjoyed to see you today, that it's a pleasant surprise, do you?"

She spoke quickly, and her voice was more composed than before. Huineng hadn't thought that much about it and knew the source of her anger. He could only weakly squeeze out, "No, no, this humble monk..."

"You bastard!" she cursed angrily.

Wuji stared wide-eyed at Song Chunxue, even wanting to give her a thumbs up, while holding a piece of chicken in his chopsticks.

"Wuji, your master is looking for you." Changfeng called out from outside the door, thinking to himself that this kid had no sense at all.

Song Chunxue looked at Wuji and said, "You eat your food and don't worry about what others are doing."

"Alright." Wuji knew that Changfeng had called him out because he found him in the way.

He wanted to stay and help his martial uncle, to take his side.

Lord Zhao, standing outside the door, blamed himself. It was his fault; he hadn't thought that far ahead at first and had forgotten that his junior brother was a woman.

The monk realized that she was quite angry, and that his presence had indeed displeased her; perhaps he should leave.

"Where are you going?" Song Chunxue's tone was relatively calm. "No wonder you used to pretend to be mute whenever something happened. So you were a monk. That makes sense."

“Since you’re here, don’t think you can just leave. Explain yourself before you go, or my resolve will waver and I’ll have to fight you.” She rested her elbows firmly on the table. “Didn’t you come here to settle your worldly ties? Sit down.”

Wuji wanted to continue watching the show when he suddenly felt a pain in his ear. His entire ear was being gripped by a familiar hand, so he quickly put down his chopsticks and got up.

"Master, you actually used..." He didn't finish the sentence about the invisibility talisman because his master had also used a silencing spell on him.

That's so unfair! I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't let him know what happened next.

However, he wanted to ask his master about the past lives of his uncle and that monk. Maybe he could tell his friends about it later and write it into a picture book, the kind about a love affair spanning several lifetimes, something a little erotic, which would definitely sell well.

However, his ears hurt terribly; his master's grip was too strong.

Only the two of them remained in the room. Huineng sat upright, his face still the same, but his expression and mannerisms were completely different.

"What do you want to ask, poor man... I will certainly answer to the best of my knowledge."

Looking at that face, Song Chunxue found it difficult to remain calm.

It's been decades since then, and she's always felt that her tragedy was caused by him. In the years immediately following his death, her feelings for him were complicated.

But now that he has appeared here as a monk, she feels like she has been tricked.

After practicing her cultivation, she understood exactly what was going on.

She became his tool for experiencing tribulations in the mortal world.

Of all the people who suffered during his ordeal, she was the one who endured the most hardship.

Conversely, they were each other's downfall; without him, there would be no Song Chunxue as we know her today.

Thinking about it this way made her feel much better.

She may not have understood before, but now that she is a spiritual practitioner, she can understand many causes and effects after some reflection.

Perhaps that's why he dared to appear in front of her.

However, he overestimated her level of understanding.

After a long while, she chuckled softly, as if all the thorns on her body had been sheathed.

"You've visited all the children?" she said with a smile, not without pride. "I can make sure they're doing just fine without you."

Huineng's heart sank, and he lowered his head to hide his emotions. "Yes, you are very capable."

"What is your purpose in coming here?" Song Chunxue raised an eyebrow, a hint of displeasure in her eyes. "Could it be that your tribulation is not over yet?"

"No, I just wanted to tell you the truth, which might be beneficial to your spiritual practice. It must have been very difficult to embark on this path. I've always felt indebted to you, but I haven't been able to tell you these things in person."

He fiddled with the prayer beads in his hand, his dark eyes looking at her. "Knowing that you have also embarked on the path of cultivation, I thought you could understand this fate... I'm sorry, I still angered you."