Chapter 939 Gift Painting
"Master." Guangci's tone was a little dry: "Why are you doing this?"
"Little Guangci, all your martial arts skills were taught by my disciple, Lan Nian. Now that you know my true identity, you must protect me. Today, repel these people and bring the child to me. Quick!"
"Grandmaster!" Guangci's voice rose a little: "I was taught by you when I was young. You said that the reason you gave me the name Guangci was so that I could be compassionate, understand all living beings, and still have sympathy for them.
Guangci always kept this in mind and did not dare to take a single step on his mission for decades. But he never expected that when he met his master again, he would be in such a situation.
After saying this, Guangci burst into tears and kowtowed to the ground: "Grandmaster, this is the first time in my life that Guangci has disobeyed Grandmaster's orders. I think it will be the last time."
After saying that, he cut his palm and blood immediately flowed out.
Duan Chen: "Guangci! How dare you!"
Guangci: "Master, please look carefully. The person before you is only twenty years old. She is definitely not her. The one you are waiting for has long been buried in the desolate snow. The abbot's promise of meeting again after a hundred years was just a lie. Please... let go of your obsession. Guangci will give his all and will definitely take you home."
"Guangci!" The Tenth Master's pupils shrank: "Even now, you are still protecting him!"
"Master!" Guangci also called out.
"I found her. She's right there. I've fulfilled the promise I made a hundred years ago."
After saying that, he looked at Wen Jiu.
Wenjiu subconsciously stepped back, and the Fourth Master slightly turned sideways to block Wenjiu.
"Master! Why are you doing this? You said that people in this world are greedy, angry, and ignorant, so what are you doing?"
"Greed, anger, and ignorance...am I not also a human being?"
After saying that, he tried hard to look towards Wenjiu. When he met Wenjiu's eyes, the luster in his eyes gradually faded, and he finally withdrew his gaze: "Oh, she really doesn't seem to be her."
After a long while, he reached out and touched Guangci's head again: "Child, do it. If you don't forgive me today, I will survive when I have the chance. I will survive forever. I have to keep my appointment."
"Grandmaster..."
The blood from Guangci's injury had already coagulated slightly. He trembled and tried to put his hand on Duanchen's forehead, but at the last moment, he paused.
"Master, you..."
"Come on, kid, this is not your fault. It's my fault. You shouldn't bear the consequences." This time, he closed his eyes.
"Master, I am an unfilial disciple and cannot be kind to you."
Guangci's eyes were blurred with tears, and she finally closed them and put her hand on his forehead.
Duan Chen finally looked at the Fourth Master, a strange smile on his face. The Fourth Master saw his mouth shape, which was...
"goodbye."
Somehow, the Fourth Master felt a little uneasy for a moment, and he really didn't know what his intention was.
Then, when Guangci's blood touched Duanchen's forehead, a sizzling sound was heard. A moment later, the surroundings fell silent. Duanchen's blood was silent too. However, his dim eyes remained fixed on the distance, his hand resting on his chest.
Guangci helped him close his eyes: "Master, you can finally rest."
Guangci sat on the ground, with red eyes, and prayed for him to be reborn.
At the same time, the "mountain monsters" who were imprisoned thousands of miles away woke up.
"Where are we?"
"I'm so hungry."
"Grandma, are you awake?"
"Bao, why are you hurt? Huh?"
"Grandma, woooo, that's great."
"...Great, great, wake up!"
...
"Please allow me to take Master back with me. When I first met Master as a child, his white clothes were spotless. This one is dirty, and I'm afraid he won't like it. I have to change it for him."
"Master, please do as you please."
Things have come to this point, and naturally no one will make things difficult for Guangci.
Guangci nodded, picked up the person, and walked out step by step.
"Master, how are you?" Wenjiu looked at the Fourth Master nervously.
The Fourth Master stretched his muscles and said, "It's okay now. The dark energy has dissipated."
"That's good." Wenjiu breathed a sigh of relief.
The Fourth Master silently withdrew his hand and used another hand to hold the warm wine: "It's okay, everything is over."
Wen Jiu glanced at the direction Guangci left and asked, "Why did his blood..."
"Guangci said that when refining the dark energy, one needs the blood of one person as a guide. This person must be of the utmost purity before the practice can be successful."
"Guangci..."
"That's right, Guangci is the one who caused the dark energy to arise, and only his blood can extinguish it."
Wen Jiu was stunned for a moment. For some reason, a complex emotion emerged from his heart.
She thought that she would remember this day for years to come.
A broken boy, and the white-bearded old Buddhist man holding him...
On the top of the mountain, amidst the snow, stepping on blood, he gradually disappeared from sight...
...
Wen Jiu thought that would be the last time she saw Master Guangci.
But I didn't expect that we would meet again in the alley three days later.
"Master, why did you ask my wife and I to come here?" The Fourth Master got off the carriage, took the warm wine, looked at Guangci and asked.
"Master, you..." Wenjiu calmed down and saw Guangci's expression, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
In the past, Master Guangci's monk robes were always extremely clean.
Today, his clothes were stained, clearly from a hasty effort to clean them. Even the vegetable leaves behind him were still there. Previously, his skin was almost wrinkle-free, save for the white beard and eyebrows. But now, in just three days, he seemed to have aged decades. Even his walk seemed to have a slight hunchback. Now, he looked like he was in his seventies.
"I am fine, thank you for your concern."
Guangci clasped his hands together and nodded slightly at the two of them: "Amitabha, I am sorry to bother you two today. I wanted to return the temple, but when I was helping the master to sort out his belongings, I found something. After much deliberation, I decided to give it to you, the donor."
Hearing him say this, the Fourth Master and Wen Jiu looked at each other, both a little surprised.
After saying that, Guangci took out a piece of cowhide from his arms and gave it to Wen Jiu.
Wen Jiu was stunned for a moment, then took it.
The cowhide seemed to be quite old and there was a tear on it. Wen Jiu slowly opened it and was stunned after taking a look.
"this..."
After seeing it clearly, even the Fourth Master frowned.
"Donor, do you also think that the person painted on this cowhide resembles you?"
"It's more than similar, it looks like me." Wen Jiu took a closer look. Although there was a hole in the cowhide, it did not affect the view of the painting.
The person in the painting has her back to the camera, holding a bunch of corn in her hand. As if she heard someone calling her, she turned around and smiled, her eyes full of tenderness. Even her expression was almost identical to that of Wen Jiu.
If it wasn't confirmed that this was something by Duan Chen, Wen Jiu would even think that this was a painting by the Fourth Master, depicting her daily appearance.
However, because the damaged area was stained with blood, and the infected part was the heart and lungs of the person in the painting, it made the painting look a bit weird.
"I found this inside the donor's chest. I believe he always carries it with him. We all know that our master had a beloved before he became a monk, but no one knows what that beloved looked like. Seeing this painting today, Guangci was also shocked.
Donor, Guangci is not giving you this painting to intentionally displease you, but simply to fulfill Grandmaster Duanchen's last wish. Whether you keep it or discard it is entirely up to you. Grandmaster Duanchen's obsession was too deep, and naturally he was considered an unforgivable villain in the eyes of the world. However, Guangci must say this: if he had wanted to, he would have had many opportunities to take your body for himself, but he didn't.
Wen Jiu was silent for a moment, then looked at the portrait again. His mind unconsciously flashed back to the scene of Tan Luan grilling fish for her with a faint smile. At that time, it had seemed horrifying, but now, thinking about it, he was seeing through her the person he had admired for so many years...
When we first met, he said that he and I were destined to be together, and that he had a love tribulation to overcome.
It seems that his tormented life started and ended with love.
His love tribulation, after all, has not passed...
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