Chapter 1060 It just so happens that it has a mouth.
Song Chunxue also wanted to know.
She wouldn't go to see this fellow Daoist who insisted on meeting her if it were Huineng.
“It’s a fellow Daoist I met during my travels a few days ago. His name is Jingyun. Daoist Han probably doesn’t know him.” Fangyue said with a smile. “I also suspect that Daoist might have another identity. If you are willing to go, perhaps you can find out.”
Master Han said indifferently, "I'm not interested."
The sight of ordinary people getting married always reminded him of the fact that he hadn't given the person he once held dear a complete wedding.
This is his regret, and also an old story he has kept sealed in his heart; it's best not to touch it easily.
He had clearly calmed his mind and was about to achieve enlightenment in another hundred years, so how did a son suddenly appear?
Han Mo's appearance brought back vivid memories of Shu Yun to his mind.
Those memories are bittersweet, filled with heartache and regret, but mostly they are things I can't let go of.
Han Mo's appearance made him realize that his feelings for Shu Yun had never faded; he had just forcibly suppressed them.
With just a fleeting glance, I was once again plunged into those unforgettable memories.
Not long after, he found the yard too noisy and disappeared on his own.
He appeared in his own secluded world, walked into the courtyard where he had spent more than ten years with Shu Yun, threw himself into a recliner, and let the memories overwhelm him like a tide.
Before he knew it, his eyes welled up with tears, and he was overwhelmed by the surge of emotions.
"It turns out that even the seemingly unattainable and ethereal Master Han would shed tears for my mother."
Suddenly, a voice rang out in the courtyard.
Han Qingfeng sat up subconsciously. The undried tear stains and the rare vulnerability in his eyes froze Han Mo's mocking expression on his face.
At this moment, Han Mo's feelings were very complicated.
Originally, he appeared before him with the intention of seeking revenge.
His aunts all advised him not to acknowledge his father, saying that he would soon achieve enlightenment and perhaps find his mother's whereabouts.
Han Mo is obsessed with finding his reincarnated mother and whether she is still alive.
However, whenever he thought about how Han Qingfeng had forgotten his mother completely and severed all ties with the mortal world after ascending to immortality, hatred arose in his heart.
On what grounds?
Why should his mother disappear to save him, while he has to sever all ties with them forever?
Han Mo knew that the reason his aunts had kept his true identity a secret all these years was to follow his mother's last wish: to prevent Han Qingfeng from knowing about his existence and thus to avoid disturbing his Dao heart.
If the mind does not die, the Way will not be born.
The year his mother passed away, Han Qingfeng suddenly broke through a bottleneck, which attracted thunderous lightning. He endured the lightning for nine whole days.
He found out about these things that almost no one knew.
"Mo'er, you've come."
Master Han quickly wiped away his tears with his sleeve, his voice gentle and his face bearing a soft smile.
He looked at Han Mo tenderly, "This is where your mother and I lived. We once wanted to live like ordinary mortals, with men farming and women weaving, spending our days together."
Before Han Mo could answer, he stood up and walked straight to the main room. "The little clothes she sewed for you are still kept here. Back then, we worked hard for many years to bring you into this world."
"..." Han Mo's lips twitched as he felt a little warm; he didn't want to hear these words.
"Later, Shuyun told me that perhaps we were destined not to have children, so she stopped insisting on it." Master Han's voice was tinged with joy as he pointed to the painting on the wall. "This is what your mother looked like when she was six hundred years old. Doesn't she look somewhat like you?"
Han Mo stared at the eyes in the painting and froze on the spot.
Over the years, he had seen many portraits of his mother from his aunts and uncles, but none of them were as vivid and loving as the one in front of him.
He stared blankly at his mother, whom he had no memory of, wondering how such a gentle person could be gone.
Why can't he experience being raised by his mother like other children?
If his mother were still alive, everyone would praise him as a blessed child.
Is there anything else?
Han Mo's voice was barely audible.
"Hmm?" Han Qingfeng didn't hear clearly. "You want to see a few more?"
"Yes, of course I do. Didn't I tell you before? When I was young, I liked to draw portraits of your mother." Han Qingfeng walked towards the bedroom on the left, where there were several large boxes.
“These boxes are all your mother’s belongings. I have carefully preserved her clothes, her writings, her paintings, and the tools she used.”
"The remaining two boxes are all her paintings. Although she always says that I paint her more beautifully than she actually is, I know that is how she sees herself. She is not as lively as she is in front of me."
Han Mo listened quietly to Han Qingfeng's rambling, then bent down and opened the boxes one by one.
These are all my mother's things; I've never seen them before.
If I had known he kept so many things related to his mother, I would have come to recognize him hundreds of years ago.
"Mother... Waaah..."
Han Mo held his mother's clothes, smelling the strange yet familiar scent emanating from them. A surge of emotions suppressed for many years welled up in his heart, causing him to cry.
Han Qingfeng, lost in his memories, paused, then saw his son in tears and suddenly recognized Shu Yun from back then.
Just as the father and son were reminiscing about their shared memories, their hearts filled with emotion, a tremendous, earth-shaking noise came from outside.
Han Qingfeng thought of something and quickly ran out of the house.
Fortunately, the barrier is still intact.
"Bang, bang, bang."
Every time it moves, the room shakes.
Some of the thatch on the roof fell down, which made Master Han's face turn ashen with anger.
Song Chunxue has been raising her Qilin beast for several years.
This beast is very restless; it searched the entire area he had just left, as if it were looking for its master.
How could he forget that?
Thinking of this, he quickly made a hand seal to transmit his voice.
"Song Chunxue, come quickly and take your mount back!"
Han Mo stared at the Qilin beast before him, utterly astonished. "You mean, this Qilin beast is actually that woman's mount?"
Han Qingfeng simply looked at him indifferently without saying a word.
Han Mo knew that his father meant that he looked down on people.
"I just didn't expect that such a powerful beast could choose her as its master. It doesn't make sense," Han Mo said curiously. "Could it be that she has another identity?"
"Yes, but you'd better not know." Master Han turned away calmly. "Don't go out, or it might get angry and hurt you."
"Then could Father get me that stubborn donkey she has?" Han Mo showed a friendly attitude in front of him for the first time. "I beg you."
Master Han raised an eyebrow. "What should you call me?"
"father."
"..." Master Han stared at his son expressionlessly for a long time.
"Father?" Han Mo asked, puzzled. "Was it because I didn't call him clearly enough, or is it because my voice sounds different from other people's?"
"Don't blame me for calling you that, it's just that you've never called me that since I was a child..."
The next moment, Han Mo's head was pressed down and he was forced to lean against a hard chest.
"Your clothes are so stiff, much worse than my mother's." Han Mo said irritably, shaking off his arm. "How old am I? Two grown men, how cloying."
Han Qingfeng: ...
P.S.: I finally saw two comments! I thought you guys had quietly abandoned me. I've been a bit busy these past few days, but I'll update more tomorrow.
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