When I woke up from my dream, it was already dark outside, and a candlelight was flapping slightly on the table in the middle of the room. Pei Yuanxiu was sitting by the bed, guarding me quietly. Under the clearly extinct candlelight, his expression seemed particularly gentle.

I opened my eyes and looked at him for a while, and saw him smiling and saying, "I'm awake."

"Um."

“Hungry?”

"Um."

"Then get up."

I was probably sleeping a lot. After watching him for a while, I slowly woke up and sat up with my support. He had already taken down the clothes hanging on the wooden rack and handed them to me.

I asked while dressing, "Where is Li'er?"

"She has been with Xue Muhua. She just came back and saw you sleeping. She didn't want to quarrel with you, so I let her go out to play."

"Is there any news on Yuanfeng?"

“Not yet.”

"How long have I slept?"

"What do you think?" Pei Yuanxiu smiled and said, "It's dark. The fearless master arranged dinner for us alone. Get up quickly, otherwise he will come over and ask me if I want someone."

"oh……"

I sighed softly, and I had really slept for a long time. Maybe it was because I was too tired during this period, so I ran to Longnan and Wuwei one after another, and came back to experience a big battle. These were probably just physical fatigue. What made me feel most tired was that night when I was fighting with Zhengjue, that is, my second uncle.

His mouth was tighter than Fu Badai, and I couldn't be rude to him at all.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh softly. Pei Yuanxiu glanced at me: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." I made a little smile, put on my clothes and stood up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as we got together, I felt a dizzy moment and almost fell down again. Fortunately, Pei Yuanxiu was quick-eyed and quick-handed, so he hurriedly reached out and took me into his arms.

"What's wrong?"

“…”

I crashed into his arms, and was still a little confused, and I couldn't come back to my senses for a while.

At that moment, the person seemed to be stepping on cotton, and his eyes were blank, as if he had been taken away all of a sudden.

Strange, I have been resting for so long, why is this still happening?

"Qingying?" Pei Yuanxiu looked at me with concern: "Are you uncomfortable?"

He raised his head and met his anxious eyes. I hurriedly smiled and said, "It's okay. Maybe I've been sleeping for too long and I'm a little confused."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a long, far-reaching bell sound in his ears.

He and I were both stunned for a moment.

It's so late, why are you still ringing the clock?

If it is time for ordinary people to have supper now, the monks at Tianmu Temple still follow the practice rules of not eating after noon, and they will not use dinner.

Just as it was strange, another long bell came, with trembling traces.

It was obviously coming from a faraway place, but for some reason, it made me feel deafeningly illusion that the bell kept ringing in my mind, lingering in my mind back and forth, and never dissipating for a long time.

I was stunned for a moment.

Pei Yuanxiu was also stunned and subconsciously said: "This is—"

Before he could finish his words, the third bell had already heard.

The bell rumbled continuously, as if a thunder exploded above my head. I suddenly felt a cramp in my chest, and I almost collapsed.

Pei Yuanxiu hurriedly hugged me in his arms: "Qingying, what's wrong with you?"

"This, the bell sound-" My face turned pale in an instant. When I raised my head to look at him, I felt that the blood in my body had condensed into ice.

The bell is-

With a "bang", the door of our wing was pushed open. Because the force was too strong, the door hit the wall beside it, and another loud noise was heard. Pei Yuanxiu and I were shocked suddenly. When we turned our heads, we stood at the door with a panic expression. When we looked at me, our eyes turned red.

"Miss!"

“…”

My throat suddenly became hoarse and I stared at him with wide eyes.

He also looked at me, and his tall body was shaking slightly at this moment, as if a huge mountain was about to collapse. He bit his teeth again before slowly speaking: "Uncle Zhengjue - passed away."

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The originally dark sky was illuminated by the bright lights in Tianmu Temple.

When I was half-held by Pei Yuanxiu, I followed the fearless monks to climb the steps, and the low chanting of monks kept ringing in my ears. On such a quiet night, it seemed like the sound of Sanskrit singing, cleaning up the filth in people's souls.

When they walked to the entrance of the small Zen temple, Pei Yuanfeng and the others obviously knew something had happened. They all gathered here, but they didn't go in. When they saw us coming, they immediately came up and said, "Master Wuwei, what's the matter with Tianmu Temple hitting the bell so late?"

Before the fearless monk could speak, I said softly: "It was the abbot of the abbot who passed away."

"ah?!"

They were all surprised. Pei Yuanfeng thought for a while and said, "Then, we must go in and bid farewell to the abbot."

"No need." The fearless monk was red in his eyes and nose and said in a buzzing voice: "Uncle Master usually doesn't see outsiders. Now that he has passed away, he naturally doesn't want to see outsiders."

After saying that, with a wave of his hand, everything the people around him wanted to say was cut off neatly by his actions.

Then, he turned to me and said, "Miss, go in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yuanfeng and the others frowned slightly, but no one spoke yet. Instead, some monks waiting beside him looked at each other. One of the young monks who looked a little arrogant and arrogant took a step forward and said, "Uncle Fearless, you just said that the abbot and abbot do not want to see outsiders. This female donor--"

Before he finished speaking, the fearless monk shouted: "What do you know! The eldest lady is the niece of the uncle! Is that an outsider?"

As soon as I said this, I heard everyone around me gasp.

Several young novice monks who were unable to hold back were already shocked and widened their eyes and fell the wooden fish in their hands.

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"The abbot of the abbot is—"

"The abbot of the Yan family? Is the abbot of the Yan family?"

"Shhh, whisper!"

I looked around, met those surprised and panic-like eyes, and sighed softly.

Although it is not a secret that Yan Yizhi, the second son of the Yan family, became a monk, is definitely a taboo in the Yan family. Since it is a taboo, naturally no one will mention it. Therefore, over time, everyone seems to have been trained to become a habit of burying this person into the dust.

And after years of his cultivation in Tianmu Temple, he naturally would not be willing to get involved in any world, especially the Yan family.

In addition, in Tianmu Temple, all the older generation of monks have buried their bones in the pagoda forest. There are fewer people who know their origins, and even fewer people who are qualified to talk about it.

In this way, this matter really becomes a secret.

However, tonight, Monk Wuwei took this opportunity to say it, not to destroy any of the stations, because he was still from the Yan family after all, and his death was a matter of Buddhism and a major event in Xichuan. On the one hand, Tianmu Temple must do his funeral well, and on the other hand, the Yan family must also know the news.

It is impossible to tell that the fearless monk is a rough and thin person.

Thinking of this, I came to my senses and said to Pei Yuanfeng, Tang Ting and others: "The abbot is my second uncle and the second master of the Yan family. His passing away is also a big event. I will go in first to see if there are any arrangements. I will explain to you at any time."

As soon as these words were spoken, Young Master Anyang and Tang Ting immediately nodded in response.

The fearless monk clasped his hands together and said the Buddha's name. Then I turned around and walked into the Zen temple.

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The tranquility in this Zen temple has obviously been broken. Fire and candlelight shine in from outside the gray walls, casting bizarre images in the empty yard.

People died, but this yard seemed to be alive.

I slowly walked up the steps, the door opened, and the cold wind at night had filled the entire Zen room. The blue smoke rising from the incense burner had almost disappeared in the air before it was formed. The faint smell of sandalwood flashed by the tip of my nose.

Several older monks were in this meditation room at this moment. When they turned around and saw me, they simply folded their hands together and greeted me. The two monks who had been guarding this meditation temple were talking intermittently:

"Before the abbot entered the temple, he would explain some things to the temple. But this time, he didn't say anything."

"My senior brother and I find it a little strange."

"We often see it when the abbot enters meditation on weekdays. This time, no matter how we look at it, there is something wrong."

"So, we just plucked up our courage to enter the Zen room today, but who knew-"

When the two monks said this, their eyes turned red and their heads lowered.

I stood at the door and lost my movements for a while.

Even I could not hear what the people around me said, and all my mind was put on the cushion and quiet figure.

Zhengjue, Yan Yizhi, my second uncle.

He sat there quietly, his thin body wrapped in a bright red robe. It was clearly so bright and warm, but at this moment he showed a strange silence; his eyes were drooping, and there was no warmth or expression on his withered yellow face, and even the candlelight swaying in the room could not illuminate his dark look.

It was clearly the same as when I saw him that night.

At this moment, my eyes suddenly blurred.
To be continued...