After rebirth, she married the prince of the enemy country

Chapter 642 Master Fang Zhen passed away
Su Yin carried two Buddhist scriptures, went to the stables to choose a fast horse, and galloped towards Jingshan Temple outside the city.

The summer wind was dry and hot, blowing off the sweat on her forehead, riding alone, there was only flying dust.

When she reached the foot of the mountain, she didn't even have time to tie the horse, and went straight up the steps.

Fortunately, the horse knew the way, so he went to stand in the tea shed next to him.

Seeing the heat, the owner of the tea shed poured out a basin of water.

Halfway up, I suddenly saw a man in a gray gown walking down the mountain, his steps were much faster than usual.

After a closer look, I realized that it was Wuming.

Su Yin stopped and bowed in salute, "Little Master, is Master Fang Zhen in the temple?"

Wu Ming lowered his eyelids and clasped his hands together, "Miss Su, I went down the mountain to look for you."

The corners of his eyes were a little red, and he still spoke in an unhurried manner.

"Looking for me?" Su Yin frowned.

Looking at his expression, my heart beats suddenly.

Wu Ming nodded, "Master Uncle... has passed away."

Just a few words, like a rock falling on Su Yin's heart.

She stayed where she was for a while before she came back to her senses.

How could that be?
Su Yin's hand hanging by her side grabbed her clothes tightly, and looked up at the road up the mountain.

The stone steps are connected one by one, as if there is no end in sight.

The sun near noon made her eyes sour, and she asked softly, "Can I...can I go to the temple now?"

Wu Ming nodded, turned around, and led her up.

The monastery, where people come and go on weekdays, is very deserted at the moment, only the monks walk around in silence.

The incense lingers, and the lingering smoke curls up.

It was very clear.

Wu Ming led her directly to the small courtyard in the bamboo forest. Sanskrit was pervasive, and there were already many people standing inside.

Seeing that Wu Ming led her in, they gave way one after another.

A bamboo mat was laid out at the entrance of the main room, and Master Fang Zhen was sitting on the chair, in a meditation posture.

The head is slightly lowered, the eyes are closed, and the face is calm, as if asleep.

Su Yin lost her strength and knelt down on the ground.

Wu Ming also knelt beside him.

After all, one life is for one life.

The death knell sounded at Jingshan Temple, and the news of Master Fang Zhen's death spread throughout the capital at noon.

The people rushed out of the city wantonly, but the road up the mountain was blocked and no one could get in.

This was explained by Master Fang Zhen before his death.

He wanted to go quietly, without seeing anyone except Su Yin and the monks in the temple.

……

Su Yin stayed in Jingshan Temple for three days, and the things that should be dealt with were almost done.

Everything was back to the way it was, as if nothing had changed.

Standing in front of the small courtyard in the bamboo forest at this moment, my clothes are moving, the wind is moving, and my heart is not moving.

She found a bundle, put the Buddhist scriptures in it, and carried it on her back.

Originally, she had already guessed the answer, and she came here to find someone just because she wanted to hear what Master Fang Zhen had to say.

Unexpectedly, after all, it just passed by.

The master has never married in his life, but occasionally his eyes show longing.In the past, she only thought of her family as a master, and never thought that there was such a story.

Nianqing, Nianqing... So this is the meaning of the name Master gave himself.

"Miss Su."

Behind him, Wu Ming walked in quietly.

Su Yin turned around and returned the salute, "Little Master."

Wu Ming took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to her, "My uncle asked me to pass it on to you. He said, you can open it and read it after the girl has settled her past."

Su Yin looked at the letter in his hand, took it, and put it in the package, together with the Buddhist scriptures.

"Thank you little master."

Wu Ming smiled and nodded, "It's getting late, I'll take Miss Su down the mountain."

(End of this chapter)