The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 224 Buddhism
Hui Ru's face showed some reluctance and resentment that only ordinary people can see.

"Lan Chuan was only four years old at the time. He was pink and tender, very cute, and four-year-old children are easy to raise. But as soon as Mingyue came out, the couple immediately changed their minds and took Mingyue away. .”

"This is what you call eye contact!"

"No."

Huiru gritted her teeth: "Except for the edges of her eyes, behind Mingyue stands Jingchen."

She remembers it very clearly.

That day, Jingchen wore a newly made nun's robe and stood in the sun with her hands down, a smile on her lips, and a layer of light on her fair skin.

Seeing Mrs. Tang looking over, she nodded slightly, lowered her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes, looking dignified and elegant.

Mrs. Tang was immediately attracted to her, and then she moved her gaze downwards and saw the bright moon standing in front of Jingchen. Mrs. Tang's eyes suddenly lit up.

She stretched out her hand and tugged on Master Tang's sleeve...

Mingyue's fate changed.

Afterwards, Mrs. Tang walked over to her and said with a look of regret, "Sorry, Master Huiru, we fell in love with Mingyue's child. He looks likeable."

"Mrs. Tang's words are so beautiful!"

Hui Ru raised her head and sighed, "Actually, to put it bluntly, if the child is lovable, Jingchen is lovable; if Lan Chuan is not lovable, it is me, Hui Ru, who is not lovable."

Yan Sanhe looked at her in disbelief.

"At that time, I realized the truth: I will never be able to compare with her for the rest of my life; not only can I not compare with her, but my disciples will also not be able to compare with her disciples."

"Just because you couldn't compare to her when she was alive, that's why you want to do something after her death?"

Huiru bit the tip of her tongue hard and forced herself to continue speaking calmly.

"She entrusted me with two things. The first thing was that she didn't want to wear nun robes. I asked her why, and she said that the 18-year-old Qingdeng Ancient Buddha was enough."

enough?

These two words reveal a lot of information.

"The second thing is not to leave the body behind, just burn it with fire."

cremation?

Yan Sanhe was shocked and blurted out: "Why is this?"

Hui Ru: "She said that her soul has dispersed. What to do with the skin? It would be better to burn it on fire."

"so……"

Yan Sanhe couldn't believe his ears, "You did everything she told her about the funeral in front of her, but you didn't do anything for her?"

Hui Ru nodded: "Yes!"

Yan Sanhe: "Just because she is smarter and more savvy than you, the old nunnery likes her, and her bright moon has a better future than yours in Lanchuan."

Hui Ru: "Yes!"

Yan Sanhe couldn't help it anymore, "Hui Ru, how can you still be a monk with pure six senses? You are simply a villain in the mortal world who doesn't like other people's kindness."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Hui Ru bowed down and slowly buried her face in her palms. Tears flowed out from between her fingers and continued to flow out.

Is there regret in the tears?There should be.

Otherwise, she would not be willing to risk her life for Jingchen, the inner demon.

But regret is the word Yan Sanhe dislikes the most.

It's too late!
Yan Sanhe said coldly, "Hui Ru, I'm going to see Jingchen's room now. Do you still have it?"

Hui Ru straightened up with difficulty, wiped her tears with her sleeves and said, "Keep it, I'll ask Lan Chuan to take you there. Please wait for a moment while I cleanse your face."

The old nun Hui Ru, whose face was cleansed, could no longer see the traces of crying just now. Her face was just ashen and there was no life in her eyes.

After a while, Lan Chuan entered the room and saw that Hui Ru's expression was not good, so he hurriedly asked: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"No."

Hui Ru forced a smile: "Take Miss Yan to Jingchen's room to have a look."

Lan Chuan did not turn around and leave, but poured out the cold tea in front of Hui Ru and made hot tea.

"Master, be careful not to burn your mouth, drink again later."

"Good boy, let's go!" Lan Chuan raised his head and smiled at Yan Sanhe: "Dear guest, please come with me."

"Wait for me outside. I have something else I want to say to the nunnery master."

"it is good!"

After Lan Chuan left, Hui Ru looked up and looked into Yan Sanhe's dark eyes, a layer of cold sweat dripping from her palms for no apparent reason.

"You said that you are not as good as Jingchen in everything, so you are jealous of her. But in my opinion, there is one thing that Jingchen is definitely not as good as you."

Yan Sanhe said one word at a time: "Jingchen must have never heard Mingyue say to her, 'Master, be careful to burn your mouth, drink again later'".

Like a dagger with cold light, it pierced into Huiru's heart, causing her whole body to tremble with pain.

"People, look more at what you have and less at what you don't have. If you can see this, you will have entered the Buddhist path without practicing."

After saying that, Yan Sanhe withdrew his gaze from Hui Ru's face and turned to leave.

At this moment, she finally understood why Hui Ru was only 45 or [-] years old, but her face was already extremely weathered, more than ten years older.

Because of jealousy.

Because phase comes from the heart.

Because fate will never forgive anyone, nor will it protect anyone, it will only punish anyone!

……

"Your distinguished guest, be careful where you step."

"Just call me Miss Yan."

"What did Miss Yan just say to our nunnery master? I think our nunnery master's face doesn't look good."

"She didn't say anything. She just thought of some things that happened when Jingchen was alive. Don't worry."

Yan Sanhe rubbed Lan Chuan's head, "Are you familiar with Jingchen?"

Lan Chuan smiled and said: "She's familiar. I call her Senior Aunt. She is very nice and teaches Buddhist scriptures well. We all like her."

"Compared with the nunnery master?"

Yan Sanhe's eyebrows softened unconsciously: "Which one do you like more?"

Lan Chuan blurted out, "It's still the master of the nunnery."

"why?"

"I was raised by the nunnery master. When I get sick, the nunnery master will be anxious, and my sister-in-law will be anxious too, but no nunnery master will be as anxious."

Lan Chuan bit his lower lip, "The master of our nunnery is also very good, Miss Yan, you will know it when you meet her as director."

"Good boy."

Yan Sanhe saw that Lan Chuan was a child with a simple heart, and couldn't help but feel a little affection for her, and wanted to reach out and rub her head.

Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable.

This action is what Xie Dandan likes to do to himself. Is it possible that when he rubs it, his heart is full of love and affection?

"Miss Yan, Miss Yan."

"what!"

Yan Sanhe quickly came to his senses, "Are you here?"

"Well, Senior Sister lives here."

As Lan Chuan walked inside, he murmured: "Before Master's death, she burned many of her belongings."

Yan Sanhe paused: "What did you say, everything was burned?"

Lan Chuan curled his lips, "Actually, there's nothing, just some copied Buddhist scriptures, letters and so on."

"She has no family, who should she write to?"

"Mingyue!"

Lan Chuan: "Ming Yue sometimes writes letters, and so do her parents. Mingyue's life is very good, and we all envy her."

Yan Sanhe no longer had the intention to listen to Lan Chuan's words, and strode into the room.

With a glance, her heart sank.

(End of this chapter)