But this is the master he respects the most, and he still cannot say anything cruel.

Huixuan suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Yuanhui with a smile. He fell to the ground with a slanted blood gushing out between his mouth and nose.

Yuanhui was stunned for a moment and quickly stood up, helped Huixuan up, and wanted to shout, but Huixuan reached out and grabbed his left arm, shook her head and said softly: "Don't call them, this is the master's choice."

"Master, why... why..." He was in a state of silence.

"The master sent so many disciples away back then..." Huixuan's nose was bleeding constantly, and huge sadness appeared on his face. "Master is sorry for Yuanhua and others. Master feels very guilty... It's just that Master has grown up in a Buddhist temple since he was a child, so how could Master bear to see it being destroyed..."

"The master should have died back then, but I was lucky enough to think that I might be able to see the day when Yuanhua and theirs came back... Now there are not many Yuanhua and their lives, or are they wrong... All the sins they committed by Yuanhua should be counted on me..."

His tears flowed, and his anger towards his master immediately dissipated. He wanted to do something, but knew that he could do nothing.

"Yuanhui...Yuanhui..." Huixuan grabbed his arm and tried harder, but his breath became weaker and weaker.

"Master, say, I'll listen." He responded quickly.

"Don't worry about this anymore, leave, leave..." the old monk let go.

He was stunned for a moment and burst into tears.

More and more monks gathered, watching him crying in the square holding his master, sadness filled the dusk.

No one spoke, he just watched silently.
Chapter completed!