Chapter 22 Qixia Mountain
Three years later, I, Xiao Huai An, went to Qixia Mountain.
The old monk on the mountain said he could connect yin and yang, and find traces of lost souls.
I, Xiao Huai An, knelt before the Buddha and kowtowed three times. Blood came out on my forehead.
"Master, I beg you to let me see him once more, even if only from far away."
The old monk turned his prayer beads, eyes closed for a long time, then slowly spoke.
"Your Majesty, Young Master Wen's worldly fate is finished. He will not enter the cycle of reincarnation."
"Impossible!" I, Xiao Huai An, stood up sharply. The hem of my dragon robe swept the incense burner over.
"He was so good. How could he not enter the cycle?"
"Good or not was never the reason for reincarnation.
" The old monk opened his eyes. His gaze looked full of pity.
"He came carrying memories of a previous life.
He saw cause and effect clearly, yet he still chose the same road.
He was not going to die. He was atoning, and he was also freeing himself.
Resolve like that naturally cut off the road of reincarnation. "
I staggered back and hit the offering table.
The memorial tablet on the offering table fell and smashed to pieces.
"He had known long ago..." I, Xiao Huai An, muttered, then suddenly laughed, tears inside the laugh. "He knew everything, yet he still... still..."
I could not go on. I only covered my face, like a helpless child.
Wind blew through the bamboo forest of Qixia Mountain, rustling, like someone sighing in a low voice.