"Senior brother..."

The old abbot's voice was even more swallowed, but the little shaman looked at the abbot and said aloud: "Junior brother, don't cry, how old is it. Senior brother is here to say goodbye to you."

"Senior brother..."

"Senior Brother wants to tell Master, you are very happy to meet you. The Buddha said, don't be obsessed with you, don't be angry, you have been more than 80 years, and you should let go, and if you don't let go, I'm not relieved to leave." The little shaman said while gesturing on his face, busy, as if he wanted to make his heart clear in a limited time, "You, such a big man, your beard is white, and the folds on your face are so deep. Don't worry about your senior brother anymore, see you again."

After the little shaman finished speaking, a little golden light of merit appeared on his body, as bright and dazzling as the light in his eyes.

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

——Goodbye, junior brother, I have a peace of mind, you are at peace.

...

The old abbot looked at the place where the starry light disappeared, and could not move for a long time, as if he wanted to be like this, looking like a stubborn stone.

Mu Yan didn't urge him, but just waited quietly.

There seemed to be someone in front of his ears humming the Requiem softly, and the sound of the Sanskrit, endlessly...

After a long time, the old abbot gently wiped the corners of his eyes, looked back and smiled at Mu Yan, "Please follow me."

"Thank you, abbot."

"The donor is so polite, please."

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

In front of an independent villa, the old abbot and the monk never entered again. They clasped their hands together and bent their backs lightly, expressing their sincere gratitude to Mu Yan.

Mu Yan smiled and replied, gently pushing open the quaint wooden door in the courtyard.

"Cruff..."

The sound of wooden fish in the yard was continuous, until Mu Yan walked behind the woman, she was still closing her eyes and reciting scriptures, completely isolated from the world.

The woman was tied with her black hair casually, with thin shoulders, making her robe look particularly wide, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Her delicate face was extremely pale, and her hands hitting Muyu were even white and almost transparent, and even the light green blood vessels were visible at a glance.

Thin, shockingly thin.

Mu Yan didn't understand the scriptures, but he felt that the woman's voice read it very beautifully. Maybe it was because of guilt, sadness, piety and love?

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

The white long skirt flows freely, and the light shines on her eyebrows, eyes, mouth, and skirt, covering the girl in a warm atmosphere, intertwining with the sound of wooden fish and the deep and continuous Buddhist sounds, making a peaceful painting.

When Yuanxi opened his eyes, he saw such a scene.

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

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

Over the years, self-blame and regret almost tear her apart. Every day and night, her daughter's voice and questioning were whipping, tormenting her, and she could no longer bear more.

But this time, the girl did not disappear from her, and she looked distressed, exactly the same as her childhood daughter.

"Spicy..."

This light call awakened the original owner's remnant soul, and even Mu Yan couldn't bear to sigh.

Forgive?

Forgive me.
Chapter completed!