Chapter 78 Don’t meddle in other people’s affairs

Xiyan wanted to find Master Huijue to ask a question, but Master Huijue was nowhere to be seen.

Could it be that the concubine and Master Huijue entered the meditation hall inside?

After thinking about it, she walked around the screen of the main hall, passed through the corridor, and went straight into the meditation hall.

However, the Zen hall was empty and there was no sign of the concubine.

Xiyan couldn't help feeling anxious. Just as she was about to leave the hall to ask the novice monk inside, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a faint light at the edge of the mural on the east side of the altar.

She became suspicious and walked closer to take a closer look. She found that half of the scroll depicting the flying fairy's sleeves was slightly raised, revealing a gap about a foot wide - that was the secret door she had not noticed when she was reciting the scriptures just now.

The cold wind was blowing in from that gap, carrying with it a faint scent of sandalwood.

Xiyan listened carefully and heard the sound of a woman sobbing softly. After listening carefully, she realized that it was the voice of the concubine.

She didn't dare to enter rashly, so she hid behind the secret door, held her breath, and peeked inside through the narrow crack in the door.

What comes into view is a secret dark room.

The dim candlelight flickered on the wall, outlining the vague outlines of the furnishings in the room.

Faintly, she saw a figure, and after careful identification, it was indeed the Toffee.

She faced the secret door, her face looking haggard in the candlelight, with traces of tears still on her cheeks. Her usual dignity and solemnity were now replaced by an unspeakable grief and indignation.

Opposite her stood a man. He was tall and straight, wrapped in a crimson robe. The corners of his robe swayed gently in the breeze that blew in through the secret door.

He turned his back to Xiyan, leaving her with only a blurry silhouette.

Xiyan looked closely and felt that the back figure was a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before, but no matter how hard she racked her brains, she could not remember it.

I only heard the tears on the face of Concubine Su Xianrou, with lingering resentment:

"For these years, I've hidden away in a nunnery, chanting sutras for Bei Cheng before the Buddha every day, hoping that he will have a smooth and worry-free journey to the afterlife. I've already forgotten all about the past, devoting myself to the Buddha and severing all worldly ties. Please, don't cling to me any longer. There's no way we can be together in this life. Aren't the sins we committed in the past enough? Please, let me spend the rest of my life peacefully atoneing for them!"

The man sighed softly and stretched out his long arm, trying to pull Su Xianrou into his arms, but she took a few steps back in panic and raised her voice:

"Don't come over here! I belong to Beicheng in life, and I belong to the Xiao family in death!"

The man seemed lost, his outstretched hand slowly dropped, and he spoke helplessly:

"Rou'er, are you so heartless? Obviously, we are..."

"Shut up!"

Su Xianrou interrupted him harshly, her body trembling slightly:

"The past is all gone like smoke and clouds, don't mention it again. From now on, please don't dwell on it anymore, please!"

Xiyan felt the man's voice was strangely familiar to her, but after searching her memory, she couldn't remember where she had heard it before.

I guess it must be someone I only met once, otherwise how could I have no impression of him.

She was not a curious person, but since it concerned the princess's safety, she was afraid that the man would do something bad to her, so she held her breath and stayed there without moving.

Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder gently.

Xiyan was frightened and turned around to look.

It turned out that the abbot of the temple, Zen Master Huijue, was standing behind her.

Huijue clasped his hands together, his face peaceful and calm:

"Amitabha, benefactor, this back hall is so peaceful and quiet, far superior to the front hall. What brings you here?"

Xiyan's face turned slightly red, and she felt that her behavior just now was like peeping, which was really rude.

She bowed lightly, raised the clothes in her hands, and explained:

"Master, I'm worried that the Concubine will catch a cold, so I came to find her and give her some clothes. There's nothing else to do."

As if hearing some noise outside, the sound in the dark room suddenly stopped.

Master Huijue nodded slightly and said earnestly:

"Donor, everything in this world has its own cause and effect. Don't meddle in other people's affairs. Follow your heart and you will find freedom."

Xiyan understood, coughed lightly, and deliberately raised her voice:

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I'll wait for the Concubine outside the palace. Thank you, Master. I'll take my leave."

After saying that, she turned and hurried out of the dark room, but her heart was full of doubts.

Judging from the concubine's tone, she and the mysterious man seemed to be old acquaintances, and they had a deep connection.

Does Xiao Nanyue know who that man was just now?

Returning to the palace gate, Chaolu saw that she was still holding the princess's robe, and couldn't help but feel puzzled:

"Xiyan, why did you take the outer robe back again?"

Xiyan paused slightly:

"…Oh, Toffee doesn't need it!"