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Lin Zhao has always been a person of his word.
In the tenth year of the Wind and Moon, there was a blue water plant in the fields that knocked on the door of the Buddhist Sect once again.
However, it was blocked at the entrance by Yao Huan, who acted out of selfishness. That night, the marshland was in turmoil, and all the blue water plants began to denounce Yao Huan's misdeeds.
Even the wild spirits and ghosts became agitated, as if they had caught a whiff of blood, and they all rushed towards the Buddhist Sect.
Before long, a calm sigh echoed between the red walls and black tiles: "Do you wish to descend into hell?"
The restless night immediately fell silent, and the voice continued, "I have traveled far for many years, not expecting that the Buddhist Sect in the marsh would be overrun with moss, along with some ruthless beings... From today onward, Yao Huan is stripped of his Buddhist status and shall receive three thousand strikes from the Buddhist Sect."
Once this was said, the marshland returned to its original state.
I smiled gently; the moonlight was beautiful as a figure in white slowly approached me.
"Yuyou, thank you for waiting for me."
I smiled knowingly: "That blue water plant knocking on the Buddhist Sect was you?"
He nodded.
Ten years ago, his spirit was taken by Yao Huan and placed within the formation of the Buddhist Sect.
He had long suspected that Yao Huan would not let him off easily, so he intentionally allowed himself to be captured.
In the formation of the Buddhist Sect, bells rang twice daily, and amidst the sound of Buddha's teachings, he was influenced to use his spiritual cultivation to reclaim his physical body. Then, as the Great Buddha returned from wandering, he knocked on the Buddhist Sect.
"What if the Great Buddha does not return?"
Lin Zhao smiled faintly: "Then you might have to wait a few more years. You know I cannot possibly contend with Yao Huan."
He spoke the greatest truth, yet I felt a twinge of sadness, as something tangled in his hair crept into my heart.
When we left the Marsh Wilds, he took me to visit Elder Fuxu.
As we passed through the Mandala Forest, I tugged at his sleeve, blushing as I asked, "When did you start to like me?"
Lin Zhao smiled faintly, holding his sleeve, "Wasn't it when your spiritual body was severed?"
"But I always feel it was earlier than that."
Lin Zhao looked at me, his gaze slowly becoming profound...
"If we say earlier, then perhaps it was when you were traversing the Marsh Wilds."
At that time, my physical body was gone, and I walked with my spiritual body. With each step, my knee would ache.
By the time I reached the Buddhist Sect, my knee had already deformed, and the only companion I had was his blue lamp.
"When you transformed from a human into a spiritual body, you said you wanted to make a bet with yourself. But during those years in the Marsh Wilds, I never came to see you; you lost the bet. Later, you turned into ripples of water and even said you wanted to bet again. That might have been when my heart stirred; I had never seen a woman so stubborn."
Lin Zhao's bright eyes reflected in the water's light, like fireworks blooming in my chaotic world.
I bit my lip and cautiously leaned against him.
I felt his back stiffen for a moment; after a long while, he still trembled slightly as he embraced me.
The warmth of his hug made me tear up silently.
However, he quickly pushed me away: "Yuyou, I think I can't take you to see Elder Fuxu anymore."
I looked at him in surprise: "W-why?"
"Yuyou, the Great Buddha has invited me to enter the sect."
"What... what are you saying?"
Why did it come to this? Is my obsession with the past truly more important than anything else?
"Yuyou, I have cultivated for a thousand years just to join the Buddhist Sect. The Great Buddha says that human emotions are like flowers; they will eventually wither. My journey through this chaotic world is merely a form of training."
"And what about me? What do I count as?"
He avoided my gaze. "Yuyou, rebuilding Qincang Valley is a heavy responsibility for you; romantic feelings are not worth much..."
Oh... not worth much?
Indeed... not worth much.
My love, which is as real as flesh and blood, has become a stepping stone for him to enter the Buddhist Sect, so of course it is not worth much.
What could possibly hold any weight in his heart?
He turned and left, his resolute back becoming the source of my second greatest humiliation in this life.
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"You should know that the Buddha nurtures flesh and blood, but only has a lifespan of ten years, right? She has relied on the soft grass to extend her life for many years, but the Buddhist Sect cannot ignore this."
In the spacious Buddhist Sect, a figure in white knelt on the cold thorny ground.
With a heavy bow, he pleaded, "I am willing to serve in hardship within the Buddhist Sect for a thousand years, just asking the Great Buddha to grant her longevity."
"Are you really going to do this? You clearly know that I intended to take you as my disciple."
The cold voice forced a smile, "The Great Buddha has shown favor, but the disciple is already destined to be apart from the Buddhist Sect."
As the saying goes, the delicate color of the red bean knows not of the deep longing. He truly had to lay bare his heart to express his determination.
The Great Buddha could only respond with helplessness.
From then on, the Buddhist Sect remained empty, steeped in profound loneliness.
That figure often leaned against the wall of the temple, listening to the sounds from outside. Even if he heard a hint of news from Qincang Valley, he would feel joy.
His remaining life was turbulent, all for the sake of that longing.
"I only remembered in the end that the kiss mark on your brow was left by me. But, Yuyou... why did you deceive me?"
Because on the day I revived with flesh and blood nurtured by Buddhism, I saw you sleeping outside the Buddhist Sect.
You were so quiet, like a child, so I quietly stole this kiss.
Now that I think about it, this might be the only thing you left me that carries a trace of resentment...
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