The fire burned for a long time and dyed almost half of the sky red.

When the fire soaring into the sky finally slowly faded, the dark sky curtain had already shined with a faint morning light, shining on everyone's pale and tired face.

I was almost unable to stand firmly, and Pei Yuanxiu was always behind me and let me lean in his arms.

I thought I was already very weak, but what I didn't expect was that when Monk Zhengjue was cremated, Yan Qinghan, who was igniting the fire, fell down first. When the servants he brought rushed to support him, his face was as pale as paper, and even his breathing was weak. The people in the temple arranged him to go to Zhengjue's Zen Temple, where he boiled medicine for medical treatment, and he was busy all day before he finally woke up.

The light-colored eyes slowly opened. Although the color was light, it was unexpectedly bright. It immediately reflected the figure of my sitting beside the bed and looking down at him.

Then, a faint smile appeared on the pale face.

"You're awake?"

“…”

"Your situation seems to be a little more serious than when you were a child."

“…”

"Have you not recovered in these years?"

Yan Qinghan lay quietly on the bed, looked at me for a while, turned her head, and glanced at the several servants who had been waiting there, and the people immediately surrounded me.

They seemed to have been prepared. A small plate of green salt was placed on the tray, and a round white marble cup filled with tepid water. He barely stood up, leaned against the head of the bed and rinsed the mouth with green salt, and spit the water into another white porcelain cup. Then two servants sealed the hot water and towels, and carefully scrubbed his face.

After doing all this, I turned my head to look at me again, coughed twice, and said, "Life and death are destined to be rich and noble, and I will no longer force some things."

For some reason, when I saw his style just now and listened to his words, I wanted to laugh a little.

However, the so-called famous families left in the Central Plains today can be traced back to several generations. However, the Yan family has been standing firm in Xichuan for hundreds of years. As the son of the Yan family, it is natural that he is more wealthy.

So, I changed the subject and asked, "Why are you here this time?"

He took the handkerchief handed over by the servant and wiped the corner of his mouth. When he heard this, he raised his head to look at me, as if he wanted to laugh: "Qingying, my father has passed away."

“…”

"I'll come to see him off and pick him up."

“…Catch him?”

"He is from the Yan family. Shouldn't he enter the Yan family's ancestral hall?"

I was stunned for a moment, and then slowly said, "But he has become a monk."

"Of course I know that he has been practicing for decades and has long been a great monk in Tianmu Temple," he said, looking into my eyes and said calmly: "Since that's the case, then you should understand that what he left behind is just a stinky skin, and even he is not stingy, so why bother to care about where to bury and where to worship?"

Looking at his faint eyes, I suddenly felt that I couldn't say many things I wanted to say before.

After being silent for a long time, I retreated from the Zen temple with a pale face.

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On the fourth day, I heard that the old monks in the temple had agreed and asked Yan Qinghan to take away Zhengjue's ashes, and only used the monk's robe he wore during his lifetime as his remains, and worshipped them into a stone pagoda in Talin.

Upon hearing this news, Pei Yuanxiu said to me: "Your cousin is a very skilled person."

“…”

"Not everyone has the ability to take away the remains of a temple abbot."

At this time, I was packing up the salute we were going to take away from Tianmu Temple. I just folded one of Li'er's small clothes, looked back at him, smiled faintly, and said, "The people from the Yan family have always been very skilled."

He seemed to be stunned when he heard this.

I smiled faintly.

After we packed everything, a servant came in and took out all our things. In just a while, the room became empty.

As soon as they left the door, the other few people were all ready.

Everyone walked out together.

I slowly walked to Pei Yuanfeng and said, "How did you deal with Zhan Zhen's matter?"

Pei Yuanfeng turned around and saw that it was me, nodded and said, "I have left a few people here and wait for news at any time. Mr. Yan meant that there was no need to investigate this matter anymore."

"That's what he said?"

"Um."

I thought for a while and nodded: "Okay."

After saying that, we had already walked to the gate of Tianmu Temple. As soon as we stepped out of the threshold, we heard a noise outside and Li'er's laughter. I hurriedly looked up and saw Wuwei monk lifting Li'er high, then suddenly held her head down and put her down, almost falling to the ground, and suddenly lifted her up. Li'er grew up so big that he probably hadn't played like this before, screaming excitedly.

When she turned to see me, she immediately said happily: "Mom!"

Monk Wuwei also saw me, hurriedly put Li'er down and walked in front of me: "Miss!"

I looked at him in surprise.

I was not surprised that he and Li'er were so crazy, but saw that although he was still wearing a monk's robe as usual, there was a bag hanging on his shoulder, and his face also swept his sad expression when he knew I was leaving. He looked at me with a smile. I asked, "Uncle Wuwei, you are--"

"Shajia and you go to Chengdu."

"Ah?" I was shocked: "You go with us."

"Um."

"But--the people in the temple, are you--"

The fearless monk smiled and said, "This is what the abbot told me before leaving, so how dare they stop him."

"What?" I was shocked again: "Uncle Second? What did he explain to you?"

"That night, when the eldest lady saw Uncle Master, she called me back and told me to take care of the eldest lady more, especially not to hurt you," he said, and he laughed, touching his bald head and said, "Sha family has forgotten this before. After Uncle Master passed away, the San family remembered that Isn't this just to let the San family follow the eldest lady?"

I couldn't help but feel a thrill in my heart.

After a while, he said hoarsely: "Uncle Second, please take care of me more?"

"yes."

"Then, what else did he say?"

Wuwei Monk thought about it again and said, "Uncle Zhengjue said that the eldest lady is a capable person, with a strong personality and a fragile relationship. Such a person is most likely to be injured. Remember to be a family and you must take care of the eldest lady more."

“…”

After hearing his words, I was a little overwhelmed and stood there stupidly.

Too strong in character, but too fragile in relationships?

This is what Monk Zhengjue thinks of me?

I can hardly believe that my elder, a second uncle who had only met several times when he was young and had only met for sixteen years after he grew up, would make such an evaluation of me, and every word was pierced in my heart like a needle.

I don’t know if it was because of the pain in my heart or some irreparable regrets, but I just felt my eyes getting hotter and redder. At this time, Li'er walked over and hugged my waist, looked up at me: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

I looked down at her and barely swallowed my tears: "Mom is fine."

"Does mom cry?"

"no."

"Why is that mother's eyes red?"

"Mom is happy."

"Ah? Why are you so happy?"

Looking at her silly looking at her question of breaking the casserole and asking the end, and then looking up at the fearless monk-like smile, I felt full of happiness in my arms, and the haze in my heart before was swept away at this moment.

At this moment, another sound of footsteps came from behind.

Looking back, it was Liu Qinghan and Yan Qinghan, who both came out together.

As soon as I saw them, the expressions on many people here sank.

Although Yan Qinghan is Zhengjue's son, the temple arranged for him and the people he brought to the Zen temple where Zhengjue lived before, but I knew that in private, Yan Qinghan moved to Fu Badai's previous residence and lived with Liu Qinghan.

After a few days, I don't know what they will talk about.

I don’t know how much Liu Qinghan will know.

These days, I have hardly seen them, nor have I asked about any information about them. Whether Liu Qinghan's memory is restored or not, it is indeed a big deal. But after experiencing this incident by Monk Zhengjue, the more I feel that some things may only be arranged by God, or perhaps God has already made arrangements. What we have to do is just accept calmly, do everything better, and make this matter move as much as possible.

While thinking about this, they both left the gate of Tianmu Temple and walked to me.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the spiritual position in Yan Qinghan's arms.

I frowned slightly. Before I could speak, he coughed twice before he could say anything, and then said to me and Liu Qinghan: "Should we three fellow disciples be treated to a greeting?"

“…”

“…”

Liu Qinghan and I were both stunned for a moment and looked at him at the same time.

He continued, "But, it's not convenient for me now, that's all."

I wonder if it was an illusion, but Liu Qinghan and I both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

I thought about it and said, "Qinghan..."

As soon as they said that, both of them looked up at me, and I was stunned for a moment.

Liu Qinghan was speechless for a moment. Yan Qinghan curled the corners of his lips lightly and said, "It's really a difficult time for us to give this name to both of us. We have been making jokes back then. Let's do this, Qingying, what's your nickname?"

“…”

"You used to call me."

“…”

I hesitated for a moment and slowly spoke: "A Qi."

"Um."

Liu Qinghan glanced at him.

At this moment, I no longer cared about the surprised eyes of the people around me and said, "Aren't you going to bring your second uncle back to the ancestral temple and buried it in the ancestral tomb?"

"good."

"The ancestral tomb is in the West Mountain."

Yan Qinghan said lightly: "You seem to have forgotten the rules of the Yan family. After the family dies, they must first worship in the main house for seven days."

My heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"You want to take your second uncle back to Chengdu, the main house?"

"This is my responsibility for being a child." He said, looking at me: "Qingying, you don't want to let your father go back to the main house to worship, right?"

I shook my head: "Of course not."

Not to mention that even Yan Yizhi is a concubine's son, he still has the power to return to the main house and be worshipped and buried in the ancestral tomb after his death. Even if he does not have it, as a junior, I will never dare to point fingers at his funeral.

only--

I subconsciously turned around and looked at Yan Qingchen who had been sitting quietly in the wheelchair, silently looking at us.
Chapter completed!