Chapter 275 The Truth

Before Wei Qingyan had time to think about it, the scene changed and it was the scene of the old monk taking the little dumpling away.

Little Dumpling was reluctant to leave his brother and cried heart-wrenchingly, but his father raised his hand and knocked him unconscious.

Wei Qingyan was extremely angry.

The next moment, the stern-looking man bowed deeply to the old monk, tears in his eyes, and said, "When his mother was pregnant with him, she calculated for him that his doom would come from the Shi family. He must not get too close to the Shi family."

Although I don't know why this happened, I know that his mother insisted on giving birth to him even though she knew she would lose her life. She loved him so much that she would never harm him.

Until I discovered that he was born with supernatural powers, I dared not let anyone have long-term contact with him. People are greedy by nature, and with his abilities, few people would not be covetous.

Even I have had my mind wandering before, let alone others. If someone deceives me, it will be a big disaster.

Today, I entrust my son to the Master. Please, Master, do not allow him to be exploited by others, and do not allow him to set foot in the Shi family again or come into contact with the Shi family."

"Amitabha." The old monk chanted his name, "I practice asceticism, traveling everywhere, without a fixed place to stay, so this child has no chance to interact with many people.

However, the donor really left him to suffer. This suffering was not only physical, but also emotional. For a child, with no ties to the world and no one to love him, it was truly desolate.

The man smiled bitterly, "The only thing his mother asked before she died was that he not be allowed to contact his family. This disaster must be no small one.

It is better to suffer a little than to lose one's life. Let's wait until he grows up and has the ability to distinguish right from wrong and truth from falsehood. I am in poor health and may not live long. The only person I can entrust and trust is the master.

The master does not need to tell him all this, lest he become nostalgic for the Shi family."

He looked at the glutinous rice dumpling-like child with greedy eyes, and gently stroked the red lotus between his eyebrows with his fingers, "His mother is right, he is a very good-looking child.

I haven't given him a name yet, but now that he's going to follow the master to cultivate, I'll give him the Dharma name Yilian, in honor of the red lotus between his eyebrows."

He clasped his hands together and bowed solemnly to the old monk again, "Please."

The old monk nodded without saying anything more, carrying the little dumpling and disappeared in front of Shi's house.

The man then slowly turned around and looked at the crack in the door, "Come out."

Wei Qingyan followed the man's gaze and saw Shi Dehou hiding in the dark and eavesdropping.

"How long have you been here?" the man asked Shi Dehou in a deep voice.

Shi Dehou lowered his head quickly and said, "I can't bear to leave my brother. I just got here."

"You're lying!" The man's face suddenly turned cold and he said angrily, "You've been behind the door for a long time. You're so young and full of lies. If you really don't want to let him go, you should see him off openly.

If you really treat him well, you won't hide from him. I have never stopped you from being nice to him. It's just that you see that I don't like him, so you are afraid of contacting him and making me unhappy.

But you want to coax him, Shi Dehou, think about your name, it is your father's hope for you. Today, your father will give you another word, if you go against the will of heaven, you will be punished by heaven one day.

Go to the ancestral hall and kneel for a night. Think carefully about what your father said. Think carefully about whether your devious thoughts should be used on your own brothers... cough cough cough..."

After the man turned around, Shi Dehou punched him behind him.

Wei Qingyan also threw a punch, but she hit Shi Dehou.

It turned out that there was a reason why the fat monk's father didn't get close to him and sent him away, although Wei Qingyan didn't quite understand the reason.

But Shi Dehou knew everything but did not tell the fat monk, so the fat monk felt that he was not liked by his family until he grew old, and he had regrets in his heart.

This bad guy!

Wei Qingyan gritted his teeth.

But soon, she couldn't catch her breath because the dream shifted to the time after she returned to Beijing.

When she killed Wu Yuchu, Shi Yu followed behind her. The fat monk followed behind Shi Yu, muttering, "Hey, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Little girl, you still need to be more vigilant."

When she first entered Anyuan Marquis's mansion, she whipped Guan Yu'er 23 times for Xiaoxiao, and he cheered in the dark, "Yes, that's how it should be. If you're bullied, you have to fight back.

You can't tolerate it. If you tolerate it too much, others will think you're easy to bully. If they bully you every time, it will be hard for you to stand up again. If it were you, you should fight back twice as hard. Hey, I'm still too kind-hearted. Just let me do it, just let me do it."

She and Shi Yu hid on the roof of the Wu Mansion, watching the Luo family brothers and sisters committing incest. He was so angry that he jumped up and down from a distance, "This crazy girl, she watches everything dirty and smelly. Isn't she afraid of hurting her eyes?"

When Shi Yu covered her eyes, he angrily scolded Shi Yu, "You bastard, how dare you take advantage of my girl? Wait for me, old monk..."

She asked Du Xueyi to get Shi Yu drunk so that she could take advantage of the opportunity to absorb his vitality. However, Shi Yu pretended to be drunk and made Du Xueyi unconscious instead.

His brows were solemn. "This kid surnamed Du is unreliable. The old monk has to take action."

So, that night he went to the palace, drew a faint purple air from the emperor's eyebrows, and sent it into her body.

As soon as the purple energy entered his body, the fat monk spat out a mouthful of blood, muttering, "Ah, it turns out that doing bad things will backfire.

Fortunately, it was the old monk who did it, otherwise the little girl would not be able to withstand the backlash..."

Afterwards, Wei Qingyan saw him becoming increasingly thinner, saw his magic and martial arts skills being lost bit by bit, and saw that every step he took was heavy. He could no longer follow her in the dark, so he could only disguise himself and hire a carriage to go to Huangshaling.

When the carriage took him to Huangshaling, he asked the driver, "Master, why did you bring me here?"

His brain had become dull and he had forgotten that he had asked the driver to take him here.

But when he reached Huangshaling, he was able to find the exact spot where she had died in battle, muttering, "What a sin, what a sin, old monk.

Twenty thousand lives, the old monk’s crime is unforgivable, unforgivable…”

Wei Qingyan hurriedly comforted him, "Master, it's not your fault, it's not your fault."

Unfortunately, everything was in vain, the fat monk could not hear anything.

The scene changed again, and it was the scene where Yu Liangzhi found him. The fat monk was sitting cross-legged in a dark room.

Seeing Yu Liangzhi, he grinned and said, "Old scholar, I haven't seen you for decades. I miss you very much. Could you help me bring something to my disciple?"

What he wanted Yu Liangzhi to take away were his ashes and relics. He asked Yu Liangzhi to keep it a secret from her and try to make her take the relics.

Yu Liangzhi asked him, "Why don't you just let her come over?"

He said, "That child has a cold exterior but a warm heart, and he's also very clever. Seeing me like this, he couldn't hide anything from me. The old monk himself has tasted the bitterness of guilt.

I didn’t want her to go through that, so I let her think I went to Penglai, which is fine…”

"Master..." Wei Qingyan burst into tears in her dream, and then she witnessed the death of the fat monk again.

And that night, she and Shi Yu secretly took the fat monk to be cremated, and saw his body being devoured by the flames bit by bit.

I saw myself in the dream, and followed the fat monk's instructions to scatter his ashes into the river, which flowed downstream to every body of water in Wei.

When the ashes were scattered, the fat monk's life was over.

In a blink of an eye, Wei Qingyan returned to the apricot tree, and the little dumpling was still digging a hole with his butt sticking out.

The dream began again.

This time, the dream was more detailed than the previous one. It included the years when the fat monk followed the old monk in his travels, and the three years when she and the fat monk lived together.

When she saw someone sad, she cried, and when she encountered a happy situation, she laughed along, but she still couldn't do anything.

But even so, she was reluctant to wake up from the dream. She was afraid that once she woke up, she would never dream of her master again, and would never see her master again.

Until two women appeared in front of her.

They both shouted in unison, "Third sister."