Chapter 806 Missed it
It seems this monk is determined to explain things clearly before he'll give up.
That makes sense, he's leaving tomorrow, we can't let him have any regrets.
“Master, please sit down and let’s talk,” Song Chunxue said, taking a flask of wine from her storage ring. “Is it drinkable?”
Huineng stared at the wine pot without saying a word.
"It shouldn't be possible." Song Chunxue sat on the stone platform where Lord Zhao had sat and took a sip of wine.
In the morning, she couldn't even look him in the eye; she felt a strong resistance to him.
At this moment, she was much calmer and her gaze fell on Huineng, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
He must no longer be a poor monk. His light yellow robe was made of soft and comfortable material, his outer kasaya was made of silk, and the prayer beads in his hand were made of mutton fat jade. The sandalwood scent emanating from his body was strong and penetrating, and it must have been the finest sandalwood. He exuded an air of nobility from the inside out.
That makes sense. There are generally no poor monks in the capital. How could a temple with thriving incense offerings be short of money?
Unlike when he was still Jiang Shuming, he didn't make new clothes for years, and he couldn't bear to throw away shoes with two holes in the soles. When he stepped on the dirt road, he would even leave clear footprints.
They looked at each other, remaining silent for a long time.
"Say what you want to say, don't leave a scar in your heart."
Song Chunxue looked at the hawk standing quietly against the wind in the distant sky, "Actually, I let go a long time ago, otherwise I wouldn't have embarked on the path of cultivation. You don't need to feel guilty."
Huineng looked at her clothes and realized that Liuniang was right; she looked very good in them.
Aside from her facial features, which allowed him to recognize her as Song Chunxue, she was completely different from before, a complete transformation.
"Actually, there's nothing more to say. You don't need a belated apology. You've already crossed mountains and rivers on your own. Anything I say would sound like I'm just talking without understanding the situation."
"My soul was incomplete during my tribulation, and I was slow-witted. I did many things that made you angry and sad, but that was not my intention."
Song Chunxue understood, and couldn't help but look up and sigh.
"So we are all going through tribulations, just like most couples in this world. Now you must be a great master who has read many scriptures, while back then we were illiterate and couldn't even get two drops of ink out of us. Now it seems that we have lost our intelligence, so it is not surprising that we do many incomprehensible things."
Recalling the little things about raising children in the past, she smiled and sighed, "As many people have said, if it weren't for the spirit protecting the child when they were young, it's uncertain whether they could have grown up. It all depends on their luck."
Even when Jiang Shuming was still alive, the children were kept at home while he was working. It was common for them to fall off the kang (a heated brick bed), pee on the ground, or even get muddy. She even saw the fourth son stuffing insects that were crawling on the ground into his mouth.
Looking back now, it seems incredible that the fact that the mother and son are still alive and well is a blessing from heaven.
I don't know what I was thinking back then. We were already so poor, why did we have to have so many children and suffer together?
But since everyone else is having children, she thought that since her husband was an only child and was being bullied, it would be better to have more brothers to help each other out.
“We shouldn’t have met again. Since you are undergoing a tribulation, you shouldn’t recall that memory. Go back and ask your master to help you forget it, otherwise it will be an obstacle on your path of cultivation for the rest of your life. Just do your job as a monk, and a great master should sever ties with worldly affairs and devote himself to cultivation.”
Song Chunxue said earnestly, "May you soon achieve perfect spiritual cultivation and escape the sea of suffering."
Huineng smiled, but his eyes were filled with mist.
"good."
Things have changed, people are gone, everything is over, and before I can speak, tears flow.
Huineng went to a Buddhist temple at the age of five and became a novice monk. No one told him about his background, but the abbot and the head monk of the temple all doted on him.
When he was twenty, his master said that he was sensitive by nature, stubborn and kind, and that the most difficult thing for him in this life was to overcome the bond of love. If he was not careful, he would lose everything and his Buddhist heart would be lost.
We need to find a way to deceive everyone and cleverly avoid this calamity.
The abbots then devised a plan: they extracted a wisp of the soul and left it inside the physical body, while the rest of the soul underwent tribulation in a pre-prepared husk.
Originally, after Jiang Shuming passed away, his soul returned to his physical body, and with the erasure of his memories, he passed through this ordeal.
But years later, he gradually regained his memories of being an ordinary farmer.
For six years, he had quietly suppressed his feelings, and finally this year, he managed to sneak away from the attention of the masters and abbots to visit his child.
But he could never bring himself to say these things.
There's no need to say it aloud; let all the past events remain in the past. The children have grown up and no longer need him, this illusory father.
She's right, he shouldn't have shown up in the first place; once he's dead, he's dead.
Its sudden appearance disrupted the cause and effect.
Seeing her carefree and genuine demeanor, holding the wine jug calmly in the sunset, the guilt and self-blame that had lingered in my heart for more than six years gradually faded away.
He quietly turned around and looked through the shimmering water at the dazzling autumn sunset, which shone on the desolate and dry desert and the stone forest sculpted by the wind over hundreds of years, as if it were a dream.
Everyone was walking forward, but he just brushed past them.
...
The next day, it started to drizzle early in the morning.
Song Chunxue got up early and went downstairs. The empty house was quiet inside and out. The servants of the Demon Blade Sect had just gotten up and started to get busy. The fire in the kitchen had not yet been lit.
The two sisters, Bing Shuang and Bing Shuang, were still asleep, so she didn't disturb them. She fetched some hot water to wash her face, thinking that she should at least see the children's father off today.
From now on, they will probably never see each other again. Their grudges are settled, and they may not even meet again in the next life.
However, when she came out to pour water, she found Lord Zhao and Taoist Han coming up from below.
Why are you here so early? Did you just come back from outside?
Judging from the information, Song Chunxue casually asked, "He probably got up early and went for a stroll around the neighborhood."
"You missed seeing Master Huineng off," Master Han said calmly. "I thought you wouldn't see him off."
Lord Zhao laughed and said, "We were old acquaintances after all. It's just as well that we didn't meet. Meeting once is enough to fulfill your wish. You should part ways here. We may never meet again, but it's still a good ending."
It has a beginning and an end.
That's right, seeing things through to the end is a good thing.
Song Chunxue smiled faintly and said no more.
After that, she stayed in her room and meditated quietly.
From morning till night, he never left his room except to use the outhouse.
Two days passed in this way. Wu Bing told them that Liu Niang's poison had been cured and they could leave.
To her surprise, these past few days, Liu Niang's child, Yu'er, had been staying with Huo Xiang and Ye Hanying. Except for returning home at night to stay inside the Demon Blade Sect, every morning after breakfast, she would go out for a stroll with Huo Xiang and Ye Hanying, who were waiting outside the gate.
During these rare days spent with her father, Yu'er followed them through the streets and alleys, rode horses and wielded swords. Huo Xiang even promised to take her to Jincheng in the future.
Therefore, Yu'er cried the most on the day of parting.
She clung to the patchouli, crying her eyes out.
"Huoxiang, could you... could you stay a few more days? Didn't you say you'd come with me to ride camels in the desert? Why... are you leaving so soon?"
The little girl sobbed, her eyes red as she looked up at Ye Hanying.
"Aunt Ye, could you give him back to my mother? Or could you lend him to me for another year?"
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