There is still an air of decay lingering around the temple. The entire temple is not big, and it is located in a deep mountain and old forest. There are no longer any people coming to offer incense.
This place is more like a place forgotten by everyone.
A burst of wedding bells came from the temple, startling the birds.
He stopped and looked quietly at the plaque hanging in front of the door, and could vaguely see the words written on it - Qing'an Temple.
His eyes seemed a little dazed, and his lowered hands clenched into fists slightly, then unclenched.
Then, he stepped inside.
The inside of the temple is very clean, and the fallen leaves have been swept away and piled up. Although it is dilapidated, it is not dirty. There are many potted plants in the corner, which are very well planted.
His movement attracted a monk who was sweeping the floor to look over.
"Donor, it's past time to offer incense."
His gentle voice sounded, "I'm here to find someone."
The young monk was surprised, but he said: "Master hasn't come back yet, why don't you go in for a while?"
"Okay, I'm done."
The little monk put down his broom and led the people inside. He also served tea and continued to sweep the floor.
He just sat on the chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and sat there all afternoon.
At ten o'clock in the evening, a figure walked in slowly, wearing a cassock and looking friendly.
That is the old monk of this temple.
The old monk seemed not surprised to see him and said with a smile: "You're here again."
He stood up, bowed respectfully, and said, "Master."
The old monk waved his hands and said, "I am not a master. I am just an old monk with one foot in the soil."
He smiled, but the respect in his eyes did not diminish by half.
"Are you still not determined to give up?"
He seemed to pause for a moment and said, "Never."
"Hey, I told you, that person doesn't want to show up."
He fell silent.
"After all these years, if she wanted to see you, she would have done so long ago. You should understand what she means by avoiding you."
"I see."
"So you are here this time...?"
"I'm here to pay something back."
After that, he took out a hairpin from his arms. It was a very simple pearl hairpin, so unpretentious that no one would pick it up even if it was thrown on the street.
But this and the hairpin were well kept, and it was obvious that he had always taken good care of them.
"Please return this thing to her."
The old monk seemed to have remembered something, and sighed heavily, saying, "Why are you doing this?"
Even though he said this, the old monk still took the hairpin and said, "I will give it to her."
He nodded, as if he had accomplished something, and his face became lighter. Then he suddenly began to cough. He coughed so hard that he seemed to cough out his lungs, and his handsome face turned pale. The paper was broken, and a bright red overflowed from the corner of the mouth.
He wiped it away awkwardly, trying to suppress his cough.
And his violent coughing made the people standing outside the door feel heartbroken.
After a while, he finally stopped coughing, but his face had turned a sickly white color.
The old monk seemed a little unhappy
He said patiently: "Your body has the root cause of the disease, and you shouldn't continue to run around. Why are you suffering from this?"
He just shook his head gently and said: "Some things must be done. People have to do it while living in this world."
"Everything is an external object, so why bother?"
He knew that the old monk was sincerely concerned, so he did not refute. He just lowered his head and said, "The things have been handed over to you, and I left."
The old monk looked at the sky outside and said, "It's getting late now. Why not stay overnight and make plans?"
He shook his head and said, "My time is running out, and there are still things I haven't done yet."
After saying that, he turned around and said, "I hope you can tell her that I owe her something in this life and I can't repay it. I hope she can live in peace for the rest of her life."
After leaving these words, he left.
After his figure completely left the temple, the old monk said slowly: "You heard those words, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a beautiful figure stood out from the door.
"Master, I heard you."
There was a hint of crying in his voice.
At this time, her eyes were already red, and tears were contained in them, unable to fall.
"Hey, the most difficult thing in the world is love. You two are not meant to be together, but you forced all this. You will be in great pain."
"Master, if I don't force it, then in this life, even if I am alive, I will not feel at ease."
The old monk was stunned, sighing and shaking his head. He has lived to this age, and he has seen all kinds of things in the world, but he has never encountered such a situation. According to numerology, these two people cannot be together. , but it happened to be related.
This forced relationship will naturally not end well.
That's why they are in so much pain. After all, it's a bad fate.
But if one is willing to fight and the other is willing to endure, no matter how hard one is willing to fight, one cannot untie the knot.
The old monk handed over the hairpin and said, "For so many years, he has been trying to find you and meet you. If you love him so much, how can you not bear to meet him?"
At this point, her tears were already flowing down drop by drop.
"It's not that I don't want to see him, it's that I'm avoiding it. For so many years, this is the only time he still thinks about me. Once I see him, I can even think of what he will say to me. Master, I Scared."
Her tears fell heavily, and her originally beautiful face was now only haggard and fragile.
"Master, he doesn't love me. He already has another person in his heart. He can never let go of that person, and he can never accept me. Even if I save him and take care of him, it will still be the same. Master, I know He will never accept me in this life, so I can guess what he wants to say to me."
Seeing her like this, the old monk couldn't bear it, so he tried to persuade her: "You know it will be like this, why don't you let go of your obsession?"
She smiled bitterly and said, "If I could let go of this obsession in this life, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to survive this moment."
Yes, let go of this obsession, she would have died long ago.
She is Concubine Hua.
The noble concubine of Yunzhu in the past also
She is Baili Wenxiu's concubine.
And that thin figure is Baili Wenxiu.
Five years ago, when he was seriously injured while protecting Han Fei from all the men in black, he was on the verge of death.
It was she who showed up, personally took him away, brought him here, and treated him again.
He was in a coma for two full years. During these six months, she took care of him sleeplessly. Even when he couldn't swallow food, she personally mashed the food and fed him bite by bite.