Small town adventure

Chapter 106
The contradictory and tangled thoughts and the boundless pain in my heart turned into a sharp sword, piercing through my heart over and over again.

Perhaps, I am no longer worthy of being a monk, and the only way to wash away the blasphemy against the Buddha is to apologize with death.

I lowered my head and forgot to glance at the dark canyon under the cliff, like a mass of heavy ink, bottomless.A few tears fell quietly on Master Jing'an's beautiful face, and she slowly moved forward a few steps, getting closer and closer to the black mass...

"Ye'er! What are you going to do!?"

There was an exclamation from behind, it was the voice of a man, the voice of the man who had lingered in the dream for thousands of times.A voice that has been waiting for 30 years.

At this moment, I can't tell whether it is sadness or joy, worry or sorrow, resentment, sadness, expectation, and a little surprise, but in the end I chose indifference.

Standing with her feet fixed, Master Jing'an turned her back to that person, wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve, then turned around and changed into another face: "Master Xuan, why are you so impolite? Startled me!?"

Xuan Tong was stunned: "Ye'er, just now you..."

"Shut up!" Master Jing'an snarled, interrupting Xuantong's words: "Don't call me Ye'er again, I am now Master Jing'an of Qingxiu Temple, the Ye'er you mentioned is here It died 30 years ago!"

The muscles on Xuantong's face kept twitching, he opened his mouth a few times but didn't say anything, he just stared blankly at the incomparably handsome face of Mrs. Jing'an in front of him, the changes of the years did not show on her face. How many traces are left, but a lot of indifference, even a lot of cruelty.

"Are you still resenting me for leaving without saying goodbye 30 years ago?" The two of them stared at each other for a long time before the Taoist master Xuan said these words slowly, his tone full of helplessness.

Master Jing'an snorted coldly, and said: "Don't bring up the past again, I have long forgotten those things, poor nun, you and I have different identities now, I hope Taoist Master Xuan respects himself!"

Xuan Daochang was at a loss for words for a while, and his heart was full of worries, many things he wanted to say were suddenly nestled in his heart, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Over there, Mrs. Jing'an had already turned around, never looked at him again, and walked straight away.

After walking about ten steps away, the head of the mysterious channel behind him murmured Ye'er, his voice full of sorrow and helplessness.

Far away, Mrs. Jing'an heard it in her heart. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, and her steps stopped for a moment. After just a moment, she regained her footsteps and walked forward quickly, as if It's normal to escape from here.But the tears in his eyes couldn't be stopped no matter what, rolling down his cheeks like beads with a broken thread.

(End of this chapter)