"Senior Brother......

The old abbot's voice was choked, but the little novice said aloud to the abbot like an adult: "Senior brother, don't cry, what an old person." Senior brother is here to say goodbye to you. ”

"Senior Brother......

"Senior brother wants to tell Master that I am very happy to meet you. The Buddha said, don't be obsessed, don't be delirious, it's been more than 80 years, you should also let go, if you don't let go, I won't be at ease to go. Xiao Shami gestured on his face as he spoke, hurrying, as if he wanted to make his heart clear in the limited time, "You, such a big person, your beard is white, and the folds on your face are so deep, don't let my senior brother worry anymore, goodbye." ”

As soon as the little novice spoke, a little golden light of merit floated on his body, as bright and dazzling as the light in his eyes.

He waited for 80 years without regrets, just for these words, for this farewell.

- Goodbye, junior brother, my soul is at peace, and you can be at ease.

……

The old abbot looked at the place where the starlight dissipated, and he couldn't move his body for a long time, as if he wanted to look like a stubborn stone.

Mu Yan didn't urge, just waited quietly.

There seems to be someone else who is softly humming a requiem in his ears, in conjunction with Sanskrit sounds, endlessly......

After a long time, the old abbot wiped the corners of his eyes, looked back at Mu Yan and smiled: "Donor, please come with me." ”

"Thank you, Abbot."

"The donor is very polite, please."

The warrior monk hurriedly followed and personally opened the way for Mu Yan.

In front of an independent courtyard, neither the old abbot nor the warrior monk entered again, and the two of them folded their hands and bent their backs lightly, expressing their sincere gratitude to Mu Yan.

Mu Yan smiled back and gently pushed open the quaint wooden door of the courtyard.

"Crunch ......"

The sound of wooden fish in the courtyard continued in an orderly manner, until Mu Yan walked behind the woman, she was still reciting scriptures with her eyes closed, completely isolated from the world.

The woman's green hair was tied casually, her shoulders were thin, and her robe was particularly wide, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Her delicate face was unusually pale, and the hand that struck the wooden fish was almost transparent, and even the pale cyan veins were clear at a glance.

Skinny, shockingly skinny.

Mu Yan didn't understand the scriptures, but he felt that the woman's voice read it very beautifully, maybe because of guilt, sorrow, piety and love, right?

Mu Yan didn't bother her, so he simply lifted the corner of his robe and sat down in front of the door.

The white dress flowed out at will, and the light shone on her eyebrows, eyes, mouth, and skirt, enveloping the girl in a warm atmosphere, intertwined with the sound of the swirling wooden fish, and the low and continuous Buddha sound, and became a peaceful painting.

When Yuan Xi opened his eyes, he saw such a scene.

By the time the girl looked back and smiled at her, tears had already wet her cheeks.

She didn't dare to breathe, for fear it was just a dream.

Over the years, self-blame and remorse had almost torn her apart, and every day and night, her daughter's voice and questioning were whipping and tormenting her, and she couldn't bear any more.

But this time, the girl did not disappear from her, and showed a distressed look, exactly like her daughter when she was a child.

"Scorching ......"

This light call woke up the remnant soul of the original owner, and that kind of sadness and bitterness made even Mu Yan unable to bear to sigh.

Forgive?

Forgive me.

In a few years, thousands of days and nights, if she only cherished the position of Mrs. Houfu, just glory and wealth, if she only had Mu Shaoxing in her heart, she would not categorically give up everything she had in her hands to break away from the Yuan family and reconcile with Mu Shaoxing.