Mr. Song, have you heard of the 'Wei Yanwang Temple'?
At that moment, Song Wei was suddenly stunned. He was even a little dazed, as if he had returned to the time more than eighty years ago when the Yama Temple was at its peak. He was just one of the worshippers, listening to the noisy voices of children, old people, young men and women. They laughed and shouted to the people beside them: Have you heard of the 'Yanwang Temple'?
It's so spiritual. My relatives came to me in a dream yesterday. Now I don't think death is scary anymore. Life and death are determined by fate, fortune and misfortune are unpredictable. Maybe one day after I die, I can ask the King of Hell to come to my descendants in a dream. I won't say more. I'll go and light some incense first.
Yes, you have also heard of the 'Yanwang Temple', it is indeed spiritual. My spouse passed away this morning, and I could not hear clearly his last words before he left. So I came to ask Wei Yanwang to let my spouse come into my dream and explain everything he did not have time to say before his death, so that he will have no regrets in this life.
Hey, have you heard of the 'Yanwang Temple'? Yes, I have. I came all the way here. When I was young, I was ignorant and always contradicted my old father. But a few years ago, after I gave birth to a son and became a father myself, I realized what a jerk I was when I was young. I just want to come here to worship and ask the King of Hell to see if he can let me apologize to my deceased father. If there is a chance, I hope my old father will scold me for being an unfilial son. I haven't heard my old father's voice in a long, long time...
The intermittent sounds mixed together, collided and intertwined, but each sound was extremely clear. He suddenly remembered that many years ago, after the first villager offered him the first incense, he had been in that temple, listening to his first wish.
Then, day after day, year after year, he listened to those similar yet different wishes, those similar yet different desires, until more than eighty years ago, when he learned the original truth about his death, he could hear nothing but the shrill screams and cries of painful souls.
He didn't know what it was, he only knew that from that moment on, he was no longer the original King of Hell, because he could no longer make fair judgments on the souls that came to the underworld after their death. All he saw was a bloody hatred that had been suppressed for so many years. As that bit of distant memory was activated, it was only the hatred that could not be relieved towards him.
In that instant, Wei Yanwang's expression became distorted and painful, as if the hatred and pain he had deliberately forgotten were spreading again, pouring straight into the pure land he had suppressed with great difficulty, until a quick and nervous voice suddenly rang in his ears, "Mr. Song? Mr. Song? What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly turn so pale? Are you feeling unwell or in pain? Do you want me to help you get up and rest for a while..."
That was Mother Wen's voice. Ah, yes, he was no longer in that distant dynasty, nor in that prosperous Yama Temple. Instead, more than eighty years after the Yama Temple was destroyed, he was temporarily living in a little girl's old house. Then, he followed here and restored himself to this appearance, wanting to bring the girl's mother back safely...
Suddenly, King Wei Yan finally felt his mind clear up a little. Looking at his mother Wen who was looking at him with great concern, he couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth apologetically and said, "It's okay, I just felt a little dizzy just now. I should be fine after a rest..."
"How can that be? Why did I suddenly feel dizzy out of nowhere? Is it because I didn't eat breakfast and my blood pressure is low? Wait a minute, go sit over there and wait for me..."
As she spoke, Mother Wen helped Wei Yanwang, also known as Song Wei, to the stone chair beside her with some difficulty, and stuffed the mineral water in her bag into Song Wei's hands, asking him to rest first. Then, Mother Wen hurriedly trotted out. It was unknown how long it had been before Mother Wen hurriedly trotted back, slightly panting. As she trotted over, she was carefully holding a bag in her hand. When she approached, she stuffed the bag into Song Wei's arms without saying anything, saying, "Here is a box of sweet milk and a few hot meat buns. You didn't have breakfast this morning, right? Eat some while it's hot. You'll probably feel much better after eating."
Of course, Song Wei's condition was not hypoglycemia. It was just an excuse he made up. He knew his condition well, and even if he ate more meat buns, he would not get better. Otherwise, more than 80 years ago, he would not have taken such a wrong turn and destroyed his own Yama Temple with his own hands in extreme anger.
But seeing the worried and uneasy expression on Mother Wen's face, Song Wei opened his mouth, but couldn't utter the word "reject". After a pause, he finally took out the buns from the breakfast bag.
To be honest, these buns were really not tasty, not at all. Not only was the dough bland and hard, but even the meat filling inside was mixed with flour. It could even be said that they were a bit unpalatable. But somehow, Song Wei, who had always been a bit picky about food, ate them all one after another, leaving nothing behind. The heat of the food spread from his stomach, and Song Wei finally felt his tense nerves relax a little. He raised his head again and smiled at Mother Wen, "Thank you, Ms. Wen. I feel much better now and not so dizzy anymore."
Seeing that Song Wei's complexion was indeed better than before, Wen's mother breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the heavy stone that had been pressing on her heart had finally been lifted.
Don’t mention it, the grown man looked like he was about to faint, which scared Wen’s mother, especially the twisted and painful look on his face. Wen’s mother almost couldn’t help but want to call an ambulance to save him, but at this moment, Wen’s mother didn’t dare to let Song Wei stay alone. She wanted to rent a car and ask someone to send Song Wei back first. After the man was safe, she would go and do other things.
"No, thank you. This is just an old ailment of mine. It will heal in a short while, and I'm not in a hurry to go back. By the way, Ms. Wen, I've heard about the 'Wei Yanwang Temple' you just mentioned from my elders, but since the temple collapsed, I haven't been there. If it's not too much trouble... could you take me there to have a look?"
It wasn't really a problem. The destroyed Wei Yanwang Temple was actually not far from here, only about a twenty-minute walk away. It was just that Wen's mother hadn't been here for more than ten years, so it might take more time to find the way. However, Song Wei's condition just now made her hesitate. After all, his condition didn't look very good now, and she didn't know whether it was appropriate for her to walk such a distance again.
But at this moment, Wen's mother saw persistence in Song Wei's eyes. After hesitating for a moment, Wen's mother finally nodded and agreed.
It didn't take long to get from Hualai Temple to Wei Yanwang Temple. On the way, Wen's mother took a short detour and bought some oranges and apples from a roadside fruit farmer.
Originally, they should have brought the fruit from home, but Wen's mother, considering the flow of people at Hualai Temple, did not bring it with her. Instead, she bought it on the way. In fact, Wen's mother's decision was correct. Otherwise, it would have been much more troublesome. After buying the fruit, Wen's mother and Song Wei slowly walked towards the Yama Temple.
To be honest, the Yama Temple has been destroyed for more than 80 years and has not been rebuilt since then. I guess the place has been overgrown with weeds for a long time.
After all, the temple was ruined, there was no one to manage it, and there were no visitors. One could almost imagine how wildly the weeds would grow over there. I'm afraid that even the mountain road leading to the temple would be almost covered by weeds and overgrown branches.
Song Wei thought so. He had seen too many abandoned temples. After the incense stopped burning, they would gradually be completely covered by weeds as time went by. Even if someone came across such a temple many years later, they would no longer remember who the previous owner was and would just call it an "abandoned temple."
Presumably, the same situation will occur in his Yama Temple, Song Wei thought so, and even made some mental preparations. But it was a bit unexpected that, except for the difficult mountain road at the beginning, the road became smoother and smoother as he walked deeper into the mountain, as if many people had walked here before. No, not as if, but many people really had walked here.
Near the end of the mountain road, an old man was instructing a sturdy man beside him to help clear the grass roots that had grown across the mountain road. As he cleared, he couldn't help but nag, "It's rained so much lately. Didn't we just clean it a few weeks ago? Why is there so much growing up now? If this mountain road is covered, it will be much more difficult to walk up..."
In response to the old man's complaints, the robust young man waved his hand and quickly consoled him, "Don't worry, it's alright, sir. I'll come up and help weed whenever I'm free. Besides, we're not the only ones here, so we can just leave the rough work to us young people..."
But after a while, they both stopped moving and looked in the direction of Wen's mother and Song Wei, and couldn't help but subconsciously want to ask, "Who are you..."
"We're looking for the Yama Temple. I promised Grandpa a long time ago that I'd come over when I was free, but something happened over the past decade or so, so I haven't been here in ages. I can't quite remember the way. Excuse me, is the Yama Temple the one we take up this mountain road?"
Mother Wen politely asked for directions, and upon hearing this, the old man couldn't help but laugh, revealing two rows of teeth that were almost falling out, and said with a smile, "Of course, but girl, you haven't been here for a long time. The road over there is a bit collapsed, and it's not convenient to go down the mountain, so it's basically not used. Instead, another mountain road has been opened. This mountain road connects to the intersection, which is convenient for temple worshippers to come up. But at least you didn't go wrong. You came to worship the temple, right? Here, just go up. The Yama Temple is right up there~"
The remaining road is indeed not long, and you can even see the Temple of Yama after walking a few more steps. Even after so many years, Song Wei still remembers clearly where his temple is located. After all, that is his root. He was born there when he was a mortal and has stayed there for hundreds and thousands of years. How could he not remember it?
But at this moment, Song Wei was a little scared for the first time. He had obviously made plans for the worst and was mentally prepared for the worst, but he didn't know what this sudden feeling of fear was.
Especially after meeting the grandfather and grandson, and hearing the repeated calls of "Yanwang Temple", his heart suddenly tightened uncontrollably, his legs became particularly sluggish, and it was extremely difficult to lift them up. He didn't know when he stopped and didn't move, trembling slightly, and could hardly take a step.
"Mr. Song, what's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly motionless?"
"No..." Song Wei made a hoarse sound, holding it in for a while, and finally couldn't help but speak when he saw Wen's mother who had walked to the front and could see the location of the Yama Temple. "Ms. Wen, I'm really sorry. Can you tell me what the Yama Temple you saw was like...?"
Is there only a pile of abandoned bricks and tiles, is there only a desolate jungle of weeds, is it cold and deserted, with nothing, only an abandoned temple that cannot even be recognized in its original appearance?
Song Wei has already deduced everything that Wen's mother might have seen, with almost no omissions. He believes that no matter what Wen's mother says she saw, it will not shock him.
However, the next moment, Mother Wen turned around and said to him with a very bright smile, "Grandpa is right, everyone really loves the master of this Yama Temple. Come up quickly, we can also go up and burn some incense."
What does this mean? Song Wei was stunned. He seemed to understand every word Wen's mother said, but when they put it together, it seemed as if he couldn't understand a single word. Everyone loved his Yama Temple? And they even went there to burn a few sticks of incense? How could that be possible? His Yama Temple had been destroyed long ago. How could there still be people there, let alone the incense offerings?
But before Song Wei could sort out his words, Wen's mother had been waiting for a while. Seeing that Song Wei was hesitant to move, as if he was invisibly restrained by something and could not move a step, or it seemed that he was in fear, afraid of something. After watching for a while, Wen's mother finally couldn't help it, and walked over and pulled Song Wei hard.
So, the next moment, Song Wei's vision seemed to be suddenly broken by something, and he saw a scene that was similar to what he expected, but completely different.
That's right, the Yama Temple, which had been destroyed for over eighty years, had not been rebuilt. What stood before him were still some unrecognizable broken bricks, but... there were no overgrown weeds, nor was it deserted. Instead, the incense was quietly burning, bit by bit. On the ground, there were many various offerings, and on the sides were sticks of incense that had just been lit or had already burned out. Not far away, there were many temple worshippers placing offerings in front of them. They clasped their hands together and sincerely expressed their wishes: "Yahweh, my mother passed away at the beginning of this year due to a serious illness. She passed away so suddenly that she didn't have time to see Wan'er. If possible, could you please let her appear in my dreams and resolve the regrets that she hadn't resolved before she died? Please, Yama..."
History seemed to overlap in that instant, and Song Wei seemed to have returned to a long time ago before the Yama Temple was destroyed, an era that had always listened to various wishes. Even though the Yama Temple in front of him had been destroyed and even though the incense was not as strong as before, it seemed as if there were some little things that connected them silently and inadvertently.
At this moment, Wen's mother also neatly arranged the oranges and apples she had bought, and lit the incense she had bought earlier at Hualin Temple. The next moment, she only heard Wen's mother saying this: "I'm sorry, Wei Yanwang, the following words are said by me on behalf of my grandfather, and they are also what I want to say: I'm sorry, I say this sorry on behalf of all those who have hurt you. No matter what the reason for building this Yanwang Temple, what is owed is owed, and what has been hurt is hurt. This sorry is also owed to you... Also, thank you for listening to us for hundreds of years and fulfilling the wishes we have expressed..."
sorry.
Thank you.
Suddenly, it was as if something exploded in an instant. Song Wei seemed to have returned to the day when the sealing formation of the mountain was activated. He was like that crazy, with a face completely distorted by hatred, shouting hysterically: "Chen Yan, why do you care about me! This is not my fault, it is not my fault. I didn't have to die. It was all those humans, those humans who harmed me!! I just wanted revenge!! Why do you stop me!"
He didn't remember what that guy Shen Yan said at that time. He only remembered that he looked at him indifferently and said, "That's right, I can't stop you, and I don't have the right to stop you... But, is this really what you want, Wei?"
No, no, that's not what he really wants. It turns out that what he has been waiting for all this time, what he really wants is so simple!
All he wanted were the simplest two words: I'm sorry, and... thank you.
In that instant, they felt a strong wind blowing, and the people who came to the temple to worship were so scared that they subconsciously wanted to protect the incense and candles that had just been lit. However, this strong wind did not blow out any of the incense and candles. Instead, it made them become brighter and more vigorous. In an instant, it was as if the entire Yama Temple was lit up at once, as if something had come alive.
Then, Mother Wen saw the handsome and elegant man next to her, Song Wei, who was looking at her quietly and said to her seriously, "Ms. Wen, do you believe in love at first sight? I do, because I've found that I like you. Are you willing to go on with me, Wen Yi?"
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