Lying on the hospital bed, Yan Wan slowly opened her eyes. She squinted to adjust to the bright light, then slowly turned her head to look around and realized that she was back in the modern world.
She felt her body was very heavy, and even sitting up was difficult. Yan Wan could only turn to the side and bury her head in the pillow, crying silently. She hated her powerlessness, unable to go back to find Ji Mohan, leaving him alone in another world.
At this moment, the door to the ward was opened from the outside. As soon as Xiaoxiao opened the door, she felt something was wrong. She walked to Yan Wan's bedside and heard Yan Wan's sobbing.
"Wanwan, you're awake! You scared me to death! This method isn't safe, and we absolutely must never use it again. Don't be disappointed, maybe there are other ways." Xiaoxiao thought Yan Wan was crying because she hadn't succeeded, so she could only comfort her.
Upon hearing Xiaoxiao's words, Yan Wan tightly gripped Xiaoxiao's hand and sobbed, "No, no, it worked, I saw him."
"What? It worked? But... but you've been in the hospital the whole time." Xiaoxiao was a little confused. Wanwan had been in the hospital the whole time. Could it be that she saw Wanwan in a dream?
Xiaoxiao tentatively asked, "Wanwan, are you dreaming...?"
"No, Xiaoxiao, I really saw him, but he couldn't see me." Yan Wan steadied herself and said seriously. Since she could see Ji Mohan, it proved that this method worked. As long as there was a glimmer of hope and a chance, she had to seize it and not give up.
"You mean, you saw Ji Mohan, but he couldn't see you, and you existed as a spirit?" Xiaoxiao asked uncertainly.
Yan Wan nodded firmly. "Yes, that's it. Xiaoxiao, please help me, okay? I want to go back. He's not doing well." As she spoke, Yan Wan's voice choked up again. She had clearly told him in the letter to take good care of himself, but he wouldn't listen to her.
"Don't worry, Wanwan, I think I've thought of a solution. Wait for me to go back and check it out," Xiaoxiao reassured her. She felt like she had seen similar cases somewhere before, so she had to go back and check the database.
"Okay, thank you, Xiaoxiao," Yan Wan said sincerely.
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"Spirit, spirit, spirit." Xiaoxiao muttered as she looked at the dazzling array of data. She remembered seeing such records before.
"Hey, found it." Xiaoxiao said with a smile when she saw the filtered data.
She clicked on the database, and upon closer inspection, realized it was him.
That makes sense; no wonder his behavior has always been so unusual.
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Ji Mohan looked at the mountains and fields covered in snow. He dismounted and looked up at the temple in the distance. He was the only one in the entire mountain. He tied his horse to a tree at the foot of the mountain and walked up the snow-covered steps. He knelt down every three steps and kowtowed every nine steps, devoutly worshipping the gods and Buddhas.
He originally did not believe in gods or Buddhas; he only believed in himself. However, he could not find Yan Wan, and he had no other choice but to turn back. He knew that he had killed too many people and was deeply sinful. He did not ask the gods or Buddhas to forgive him; he only asked that Yan Wan be able to live in peace and happiness.
I pray to the gods and Buddhas to protect Yan Wan.
The young emperor ultimately succumbed to the allure of one woman.
When they reached the halfway point of the mountain, a light snow began to fall again in the once deserted mountain. Ji Mohan ignored it and continued walking step by step towards the top of the mountain, braving the wind and snow.
The two people on the mountaintop watched silently as the people kneeling in devout worship halfway up the mountain. The younger disciple spoke up anxiously, "Master, with such heavy snow, why don't you let me go and speak to that benefactor? Although sincerity is key, even an iron body can't withstand this."
The old monk sighed. If you look closely, you'll see it's the same old Master Kongchan. I never imagined it would end up like this.
"Master, look, that person is about to die." The young disciple said anxiously as he saw the person on the mountainside swaying unsteadily.
"Amitabha, Wuxin, go and prepare warm clothes and hot tea," the old monk said to his anxious young disciple.
"But Master, he..." The junior disciple wanted to plead for mercy, but Master was always compassionate, so why was he so heartless now?
"Wu Xin, to truly love someone is to pay a price," the old monk said earnestly, looking at the emperor who was swaying unsteadily halfway up the mountain.
Perhaps his actions have moved the gods and Buddhas, and his request will be granted.
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