There were no pilgrims left in the afternoon. The www.biquge.info sun shines on the gable wall of the nunnery, warm. The little nun told Jing Ci that it was a new face she had never seen before, about thirty years old. Jing Ci guessed that there was probably only Xia Zhong at this age.

There is still a great compassion mantra that has not been recited again, and the habit that has been cultivated over the years must be recited again no matter what the circumstances. Jing Ci practiced for almost thirty years, and then cultivated concentration. After Jingci finished reading unhurriedly, she got up to burn incense and change clothes.

Walking through the pillars of the hall, Jing Ci saw the figure he hadn't seen in nearly thirty years, with a thick body, a Chinese face, a big back, and Xia Chuanjiu carved out of a mold back then, in the end, it was his blood and bones!

Although her heart fluctuated, she couldn't see a trace of change on Jingci's face. She walked up to Xia Zhong and folded her hands: "Donor, what are you looking for a poor nun?" ”

Xia Zhong was stunned, was the peaceful-looking monk in front of him the Aunt Xia back then? The eyes are clear and transparent, and there is no trace of different feelings.

"Summer... Shitai. Xia Zhong didn't know what to call her.

"Poor Nifa is quiet."

"Master Jingci, I'm Xia Zhong, do you remember me? Your stepson in the world. ”

"Donor, Jingci has been a monk and practiced for many years, and everything in the world has been put down." Jing Ci's tone was peaceful, and her gaze was sincere, just like she did with every pilgrim who came.

"Mrs. Shi, I didn't have anything else to do, it was just a wish, I had no intention of intervening in your life back then, let alone destroying your family, everything was a man-made injustice of the previous generation, you and I are just a victim of feelings, so many years have passed, I hope you can forgive me and forget everything in the past." Xia Zhong's words can be described as affectionate and meaningful.

Jing Ci looked at Xia Zhong with a smile as always: "Donor, what you are talking about is the past, and the poor nun has long been out of the world. Everyone in the world is trapped by love, for profit, and burdened by fame, but the unknown, profit, and love are all illusory, and it is just an illusion. ”

"It's all false, an illusion, it's really good, thank you for the order." Xia Zhong muttered to himself.

"Donor, the poor nun still has homework to do, so I won't accompany you."

"Master Jingci, I hope you have achieved complete merit." Xia Zhong stood up and sent Jingci off.

"My Buddha is compassionate and purifies all sentient beings." Jingci folded her hands and said goodbye to Xia Zhong.

When he walked out of Ciyun Nunnery, Xia Zhong was relaxed. Aunt Xia has already put the past aside, so why is he bothering about the past? What if you know the murderer of your parents? That person may be long gone, or he may have atoned for his sins, and there is no way to go back to thirty years ago, and one outcome is no longer so important to him. Maybe he already had the answer in his heart, but he never admitted it. In addition to family affection in this world, he also has many feelings, including Xia Bo's nurturing feelings, the patriarch's compassion, and the love of the Xia family's shop. These feelings grew with him step by step.

The Ciyun Nunnery under the sunset is resplendent in gold, the tall pagoda reaches into the sky, and a line of geese is flying over the top of the tower. Standing in front of Ciyun Nunnery to bid farewell to Xia Zhong, Master Jingci was so kind and quiet, Xia Zhong waved goodbye to Jingci, and walked down from Yuexing Mountain all the way down, behind him was the road that had been walked in the past, and it was also the past that had been let go.

After returning from Ciyun Nunnery, Xia Zhong regained his old spirit, and he told Yu Yiping that he was not afraid to face any outcome now, and he could bear all the consequences. He approached everything in life with a normal heart.