It was early spring, and the sun was just right.
Ji Yunshu lifted the curtains and looked outside. A ray of light shone through the window, illuminating her exquisite face.
She was as beautiful as an illusion!
The wind swept through the forest, brushing against her cheeks. It was very warm.
The ice and snow gradually melted, and nature gradually returned to its original state.
Her gentle eyes gazed at the dense forest in the distance, and her thoughts drifted away …
The coachman turned around and looked back. He smiled and asked, "Miss, are you from Great Lin?"
Hearing this, her eyes flashed, and she softly grunted, "How long will it take to reach the capital?"
The coachman estimated, "It's the melting snow season, and the road will be slippery, so the carriage will be slower. If there are no accidents, we should arrive in a month or so."
"Can it be as fast as possible?"
"I can guarantee that. Miss, you have to pay the money, and I will definitely send it to you. Don't worry!"
She didn't say anything else, and her fingertips slowly left the curtain. She looked down at the urn in her arms.
Her eyes gradually darkened.
The carriage moved cautiously …
One month later.
It was a warm day.
Early in the morning, several bell sounds came from a flourishing temple outside the capital.
In the forest, the echoes of the sound echoed.
Every day, there was an endless stream of people who came to the temple to pray.
Almost as soon as the temple doors opened, people came in.
To pray for marriage!
To pray for peace!
To pray for health!
…
The incense never stopped.
It was said that the Bodhisattva here was very efficacious.
A carriage that traveled for a month finally arrived at the temple.
It stopped outside the temple.
The coachman looked at the crowded temple and couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect the people of Great Lin to believe in Buddhism. Miss, did you come all the way from Huyi just to worship Buddha?"
Ji Yunshu carried Jing Xuan's urn out of the carriage.
Looking at the temple in front of her, she said to the coachman, "Pull the carriage to the side and wait for me."
"Yes!"
She entered the temple and found a young monk, saying, "Little master, I have something to ask your abbot. Can you take me there?"
The young monk put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, the abbot is meditating. If you need anything, just tell me."
"I'll have to trouble you, Little Master. Just say … I'm here to ask about the Zen Dao."
"Since that's the case, please wait for a moment, benefactor."
"Thank you!"
The little monk went to report the matter.
There were countless people who came to see the abbot every day. How could he meet everyone?
Ji Yunshu waited outside the hall for a long time before the little monk came to inform her. "Benefactor, this way please."
The little monk led the way and brought her to the meditation room.
The abbot was knocking on the wooden fish with his eyes closed, chanting scriptures.
"Master, the benefactor is here."
The abbot knocked on the wooden fish three times before opening his eyes.
When he saw Ji Yunshu, he was slightly startled. He stood up and greeted, "So it's Benefactor Ji?"
Ji Yunshu was the one who sent Mo Zhi to this temple, so she and the abbot of this temple were fated to meet.
She bowed, "Abbot."
"Long time no see. I didn't know it was Benefactor Ji."
"I came in a hurry this time because I was afraid of disturbing the abbot."
"The gates of Buddhism will open on their own. Benefactor, your words are too serious." The abbot twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand.
Ji Yunshu said, "Actually, I came here today because I have a matter to trouble Abbot with."
"Benefactor, please speak."
She handed over the urn in her hand, "I hope it can be placed in the temple."
The abbot asked, "This is?"
Ji Yunshu was silent for a moment, then said, "An old friend!"
The abbot didn't ask any more questions and received the urn with both hands. "Benefactor, rest assured. This old monk will arrange it well."
"Many thanks."
"Making things convenient for others is also the way of Buddhism." The abbot passed the urn to the little monk and exhorted him.
The little monk carried the urn out of the meditation room.
Ji Yunshu's heart was finally relieved.
'Jing Xuan, I brought you back to Great Lin.' Placing her ashes in the temple was the only way. Jing Xuan married into Huyi and was the third princess of Huyi for generations to come. After her death, she should be buried in the yellow soil of Huyi and receive Huyi's offerings. She couldn't return to Great Lin.
Even if she did, she couldn't be buried in the Imperial Mausoleum, so she could only be enshrined in the temple.
After everything was settled, Ji Yunshu asked, "I wonder … how is Mo Zhi?"
The last time they met, Mo Zhi was still an infant.
After a few months, he should have grown up a bit, right?
The abbot said, "Don't worry, Xuan Zhi is very well."
"Xuan Zhi?"
"After benefactor left, this old monk gave him a Buddhist name. He's called Xuan Zhi."
"So that's how it is. Then, can I see him?"
The abbot led Ji Yunshu to the backyard of a temple.
From afar, she saw a little monk about ten years old sweeping the floor. The little monk used a soft cloth to tie Mo Zhi, who was only a few months old, on his back.
The little fellow's big, watery eyes were wide open, and his thumb was in his mouth, drooling.
He didn't cry or make a fuss.
Very quiet!
Very cute!
Also very healthy!
In just a few months, he really grew up a lot.
His eyebrows were like Tang Si's.
His eyes were like Mo Ruo's.
Only his mouth was like Ji Yunshu's.
The little monk happily swept the floor while singing a tune to make Mo Zhi happy. "The wind blows, blowing, blowing the flowers open, blowing the leaves to fall. Whose son is it that is singing? The wind blows, blowing the flowers open, blowing the leaves down. My little Zhi is singing. The wind blows, blowing the flowers open, blowing the leaves down. Whose is it?
My son is singing?
He sang over and over again.
Mo Zhi listened while sucking on his thumb.
From time to time, he would let out a giggle.
His body also moved back and forth.
Ji Yunshu watched this scene from afar, and her eyes gradually became moist.
However, the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.
At this moment, she firmly believed that the decision she made at that time was not wrong!
She hoped that Mo Zhi would grow up happily like this.
The abbot asked, "Benefactor, are you not going?"
She shook her head, "No, no …"
"Amitabha."
… …
That day, when Ji Yunshu left the temple, the abbot personally rang the cauldron bell.
One time!
Two times!
Three times!
It lingered for a long time …
She asked, "Abbot, in this world, what is suffering? What is happiness? "
The abbot answered, "Happiness is suffering, and suffering is happiness!"
"Then … what is waiting?"
"Benefactor, to follow your heart, is waiting!"
She closed her eyes and welcomed the warm sun of early spring.
She seemed to see that man approaching her little by little.
She could smell the familiar scent on his body, and she could feel the heat of his body.
She was able to touch him with her hands.
She said, "No matter how many years later, no matter where, no matter how many thorns are ahead? Or a sea of fire? This time, it is my turn to risk my life for you!
Jing Rong, we are the Twin Butterfly!
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