A large group of people walked in from outside the temple gate.?    ??

At first glance, I saw the particularly fair face in the middle of the crowd and the slightly red marks between my eyebrows, which gave the jade-like face an illusion that was almost solemn, especially in the temple. And those eyes were also particularly bright. When he looked at me, there seemed to be a light flashing through it.

I just felt my breathing was a little shorter.

He reached out with one hand and gently grabbed my hand. It was Pei Yuanxiu, who stood behind me without a trace, almost holding me into his arms.

I looked back at him and felt that I had some strength, so I smiled at him.

He also smiled.

Yan Qingchen brought many people, but it seemed that he knew the rules quite well, leaving most of them at the door, and only a few close servants followed him into the temple. The people who stayed at the door were obviously not ordinary followers, all stood at the door in a regular manner. Although there were many people, they didn't even smell a cough.

In a moment, they had already walked to the mourning hall.

Several strong men slowly lowered Yan Qingchen's wheelchair carrying it on his shoulders. The movements of these people were surprisingly consistent. Yan Qingchen, who was sitting in the wheelchair, almost motionless, and the smile on his face seemed to be constant. He smiled and looked up at me: "Sister."

When I heard his voice shouting, I felt a trembling all over my body.

At the same time, I also felt that Pei Yuanxiu was holding my hand and used a little force.

Feeling the temperature in his palm, I took a deep breath, looked at Yan Qingchen, and said calmly: "Uncle Second has passed away."

“…”

"Now, they want to cremate the second uncle, you'd better go in and give a gift."

“…”

Yan Qingchen didn't say anything, and his amazingly bright eyes were just looking at me, as if they were stuck to my body. I frowned slightly, almost getting angry, and I heard him say softly: "Okay."

“…”

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand slashed on the armrest, and the wheelchair had already bypassed us and entered the mourning hall.

The monks in the mourning hall stood up all over their bodies, held their breath and retreated to both sides. An old monk walked up to him, clasped his hands and bowed to him: "Donor Yan."

Yan Qingchen raised his hand coldly and said, "Master, don't be too polite. I am here to salute the deceased today."

After saying that, regardless of what others were going to say, the servants on both sides had already stepped forward and helped him out of the wheelchair. Another servant hurriedly put a cushion at his feet, and then they held him and slowly fell down on their knees.

After kneeling down, the people immediately helped him up and returned to the wheelchair.

Perhaps because of this trouble, his fair face turned a little red, but he immediately turned his head and looked at me and smiled.

This time, even though Pei Yuanxiu's hand was not exerting force, I clenched my fists myself.

In the following time, we all retreated to both sides, but the monks in the temple acted according to their rules. All the monks were knocking on wooden fish and walking slowly around the mourning hall, while reciting the mantra of rebirth. I stood under the eaves on the side of the yard and looked at them, and Yan Qingchen beside me didn't say anything.

But I looked down at him and whispered: "Where is the old lady?"

Yan Qingchen looked up at me, and a little light flashed in his eyes: "Mother didn't come."

"Don't she often worship Buddha? Why don't she come for such a thing?"

"She's sick."

“…”

I was shocked and looked at him with wide eyes. Yan Qingchen also raised his head to look at me, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "After seeing her sister, she fell ill."

“…”

"I originally wanted to serve my mother at home, but my second uncle's funeral - I still have to come here."

“…”

"You can also see your sister."

“…”

I looked at the faint smile on his face, so shocked that I didn't know what to say. At this moment, the monks had already lifted Zhengjue's body from behind. He and I immediately stopped talking, held our breath and looked at Zhengjue, who was sitting cross-legged, and sent him for the last journey.

And just as I went out, a man's feet were unstable and he shook his feet suddenly.

He didn't even bother to make a flicker, and Zhengjue's body also shaking, flashing and almost flipping.

The people around him were so scared that they hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and everyone supported him with all their strength. At this moment, a gust of wind blew, lifting up the monk's robe wrapped in layers of layers of Zhengjue's body.

A touch of red suddenly came into my eyes.

I was stunned.

That's-

Just a flash, and as the wind passed, the monk's robe and cassock had fallen down again, covering it tightly.

I almost thought I was dazzled, or hallucinated.

What happened to the red gauze just now? The cassock? No, no, the cassock has been blown away, and that red gauze is not the kind of red of the cassock at all, but it looks like - like -

"Rou Yan."

Yan Qingchen's voice sounded faintly in his ears.

My heart suddenly jumped.

Yes, soft rou!

Zhengjue once mentioned that second aunt was a hair washing girl back then, and the dyeing workshop she worked on would dye a very special red color, which the Shu people called Rouyan.

I looked down at him, and saw a faint coldness on his jade-like face. After the wind passed, I realized that the corner of my clothes had fallen again. After a while, I raised my head to look at me and smiled.

I slowly raised my head. The monks had already carried Zhengjue's body and walked out of the door slowly. In the night, I could only see his thin figure, sitting cross-legged under the candlelight, as if that night, he quietly told me that his life was probably Axian's disaster.

But I never thought that under the layers of monk robes, he also tied a sweat towel around his waist, and the color of the sweat towel was exactly what he had mentioned to me, soft rouge.

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The night is already very deep.

But the entire Tianmu Temple is still brightly lit.

The candlelight and the chanting of scriptures all the way up the mountain, almost lit a fire dragon in the temple, and we were among the crowd seeing off. Even Yan Qingchen lifted his wheelchair by the servants and went up the mountain steadily.

All the way to Tallinn.

Many monks here have already made it clear. In the middle of Tallinn, a spacious platform was built with firewood on a huge open space. The monks carried Zhengjue's body slowly and placed him on the platform.

Then, the monks sat around the high platform one by one on the ground, and recited the mantra of rebirth again.

This pagoda forest stores the Buddha bones of monks of all generations in Tianmu Temple. Every stone pagoda seems to have transformed into that monk at this moment, quietly protecting the purity of the Tianmu Temple and quietly watching the last journey of this eminent monk.

But my heart is getting more and more chaotic.

"I heard the truth in the morning and died in the evening... I believe that there is no time to waste my life..."

"In this world, there is no regret-free life..."

"Each person has his own Shura field, and naturally, everyone has his own world of swaying..."

"I am probably the disaster of Axian in this life..."

...

The words of Zhengjue kept echoing in my ears and minds, as if countless raindrops fell from the sky and fell into the water, rippling the originally calm water surface, one after another, as if the doubts in my heart at this moment.

At this moment, all the sounds of chanting stopped.

And in the distance, the sound of the bell rang again, and the thick bell slowly stirred up in the night, as if it shocked everyone's heart and cleansed all the filth.

The two monks who had been following him walked out of the crowd, each holding a torch in his hand and slowly walked towards the high platform.

The fire was reflected in my eyes, as if it was about to ignite the night.

Just as they bent down and were about to throw the torch into it, a sound suddenly sounded in the originally quiet Tallinn - "Wait!"

The two torches suddenly froze into the air.

Under the flames, my pale face turned red slightly, and everyone in the Tallinn looked at me in the sound that had just sounded and looked at me.

I stood in the crowd, a little stunned for a moment.

Even Yan Qingchen beside him frowned slightly: "Sister?"

I couldn't speak, I just felt my heart beating violently.

After a moment of silence, an old monk slowly stood up from the ground, walked to me, clasped his hands together and bowed: "Female donor, did you just shout waiting?"

"……yes."

"Female donor, but there is still something unfinished?"

"..." I was silent for a moment and shook my head.

"Female donor, but there is still something to tell Zhengjue?"

"..." I still shook my head.

"Why did the female donor shout to stop?"

“…”

I bit my lower lip and said in an almost hoarse voice: "I want you guys to wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait--wait for someone."

"Who?"

I could even feel myself trembling violently, my lips kept opening and closing, but I couldn't speak. Seeing the old monk frowned, I still said slowly: "Female donor, the time for enlightenment has arrived."

After saying that, he nodded, turned toward the two monks, and raised his hands—

Just as he was about to speak, I grabbed his sleeve: "Wait a little longer!"

The old monk was already a little impatient at this moment, his gray eyebrows frowned: "Female donor, who are you waiting for when you are just awakening?"

"Wait—wait, wait for Qinghan."

As soon as these words were said, everyone around subconsciously froze.

After a while, Liu Qinghan, who was standing in the crowd, took a step forward, looked at me with a puzzled look, and said softly: "I, I'm here."
Chapter completed!