Let me be a concubine? I turned to someone else's arms

Soon, the news of the emperor's death spread to Jiankang. Starting from the day of the funeral, all the temples and monasteries in the capital rang their bells 30,000 times.

After Jin Zhao died, his ministers gave him the posthumous title of Emperor Ai, and he was known in history as Emperor Ai of Jin.

"Ai" expresses lamentation, lamenting that Jin Zhao encountered misfortune in his early life. His biological mother died young, and he himself had been living in the deep palace sick. He did not accomplish anything great during his reign. The most important thing was that he died an unnatural death, being poisoned to death by his own son. Such a fate aroused sympathy and lament from later generations.

Afterwards, Xie Yun and other powerful officials from aristocratic families supported the eldest prince to ascend the throne. The eldest prince's maternal family, Qinghe Cui, was suppressed by the Wang and Xie forces. Some were exiled, and some had their property confiscated.

In the court, only the voices of the Wang and Xie families could be heard. The Jin royal family was once again sidelined and reduced to puppets.

Xie Yun watched everything quietly, as if he was watching a passing scene. After another year, the popular and powerful official "Xie Yun" made a decision that caught everyone off guard - he resigned!

When no one understood why, he did another shocking thing - he became a monk! !

In the temple, Wang and Master Xie cried and advised him not to leave, looking at their son's smooth head. However, "Xie Yun" put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I have severed my earthly ties. Please go back."

At that moment, Wang felt as if the sky was falling. She only had this one son, this son whom she loved and raised carefully since childhood...

How could he be so cruel...

He even didn't want his parents who gave birth to him...

Wang cried uncontrollably and almost fainted.

Xie Sanlang and Xie Qi were already grown men with a family and a career, but they also persuaded with red eyes: "Brother, come home with us, the Xie family can't live without you!"

Xie Qi clenched her hands tightly, trembling slightly, trying her best to suppress the sadness and panic in her heart.

And "Xie Yun" shook his head calmly, "Xie, I feel relieved to leave it to you."

Ever since he decided to take this path, he has been intentionally or unintentionally training Xie Qi to be the next successor.

Xie Qi is sincere, kind, upright, modest, and upright in his conduct and has the magnanimity of a gentleman. Xie is very relieved to leave the task to him.

On this day, the sun shone over the quiet mountain temple, but it could not dispel the gloom in the hearts of everyone in the Xie family.

The parents shed tears silently, the elders sighed, and the brothers looked heavy-hearted. They surrounded "Xie Yun" and tried to persuade him to change his mind.

However, "Xie Yun" was determined. He gently stroked his father's face, his expression dazed for a moment. He recalled the days when he was in front of his parents, his mother's painstaking teachings, and Sanlang's admiration. He couldn't help feeling sad...

However, the memory of the first half of his life quickly flashed by, and finally stopped at the scene where the girl ran away crying after being rejected by him.

In an instant, his heart fell into an icy cave...

It hurts, it’s cold…

The trance in his eyes dissipated, and he gradually became determined. He knelt down and bowed deeply to Master Xie and Wang, and told his parents guiltily: "Forgive me for being unfilial, this is the path I must take..."

Afterwards, he stood up, turned to Xie Qi, whose eyes were moist, and said, "Please trouble Xie Tanyue to take care of the two elders."

Xie Qi choked up for a moment and said hoarsely: "Third brother understands..."

"Xie Yun" bowed again and said in a deep voice: "Thank you very much."

Then, amid the tearful pleas of his parents, "Xie Yun" turned around without hesitation and entered the Buddhist temple, knelt down before the Buddha, and prayed devoutly.

No one understood, but Xie Yun, who was watching, understood that "he" had lost hope in life. After avenging Aqin, he seemed to have lost the meaning of living and had already made up his mind to die.

Just as he was preparing to end the rest of his life, he found new spiritual comfort - believing in Buddhism and the afterlife.

In order to prepare for a reunion with the girl in his next life, Xie Yun took off his gorgeous clothes, shaved off his long black hair, and became a vegetarian and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

Later, he embarked on a journey of trekking through mountains and rivers. With obsession in his heart, he passed through dense forests, climbed over steep mountains, and walked along the rugged mountain roads.

The man was dressed in a simple cassock, his face was haggard and resolute.

He turned his back on the hustle and bustle of the world and chose to become an ascetic monk, just to seek a reunion with his deceased lover in the afterlife.

Although the journey was difficult, his heart gradually became calm and firm.

Along the way, he slept in the open air, and lived with mountains, rivers, plants and trees. On the way, he did good deeds and helped the old, the young, the poor and the weak.

The young man from aristocratic family who was as noble as the moon in the sky in the past, now dressed simply, stepped down from the altar, and lived among the common people.

The man who used to love cleanliness so much, now sleeps on the ground, surrounded by dust.

In the early morning, he bathed in the first rays of sunshine and began his day of practice. He silently chanted scriptures, prayed, and told the heavens about his thoughts for his lover with a pious heart. His steps were firm and heavy, as if he was carrying the weight of the whole world.

During the day, he trudged on the rugged mountain road. The scorching sun soaked his clothes with sweat, but he didn't care. He used asceticism as a raft to cross the sea of ​​suffering in life, just to get closer to the figure that would never fade in his heart.

At night, when the stars were shining, he meditated in the silent temple, immersed in the inner peace.

He closed his eyes, recalling the good times he had spent with his lover, but suddenly realized that his acquaintance with her was so short...

The moon was bright and the night wind was howling. The girl's charming voice and smile were so clear that he seemed to hear her calling him tenderly: "Cousin..."

He saw the figure running towards him happily, with a smile on his face: "Cousin, come and teach me how to ride and shoot, okay?"

"Boan, I like you..."

"Boan, you like me too, right?"

"Boan, it's too late..."

"Boan..."

"Boan..."

Tears fell silently, but his eyes were filled with sorrow. Regret and pain enveloped him once again, making him breathless...

Tears flowed quietly along her cheeks. In her blurred vision, she was riding a horse on a grassland under the setting sun. The wind blew through her hair, and she was smiling...

His one act of cowardice caused him to live in regret and self-blame for the rest of his life. He lived in pain and he was unable to reconcile with himself.

After extreme sadness, "Xie Yun's" eyes revealed a kind of persistence that transcends life and death.

He must pray for himself in the afterlife.

In the next life, he will never let her down!

Time passed quickly, and the man became thinner and thinner, and his skin became rough due to years of erosion by wind and rain.

However, despite the hardships of the years, his inner beliefs have become stronger.

He firmly believed that with his unremitting efforts and pious heart, they would be able to meet again in the next life.

In the blink of an eye, it was the annual Shangsi Festival again. "Xie Yun" was wearing a gray monk's robe and walking alone on the outskirts of Jiankang city.

His steps seemed a little heavy, as if he was carrying the weight of the whole world.

At this time, the Jiankang City had changed a lot and everything was no longer the same.

"Xie Yun" dragged his tired body and moved forward with difficulty.

Finally, he found a streamside with green grass and a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, and slowly sat down.

He leaned over, scooped up a few handfuls of the clear, sweet stream water and drank it all in one gulp. Then he took out some dry food from his bag and began to chew it silently.

Xie Yun quietly walked to "him" and sat down, staring quietly at the man in front of him with a weathered face. A complex emotion surged in his heart, both familiar and unfamiliar.

"His" face has become old. Years of wind and sun have made his skin lose its former whiteness. The corners of his eyes are covered with deep and shallow wrinkles, and his eyes reveal endless vicissitudes of life.

Today, "he" can no longer find the charm and splendor of the past.

Would Aqin like such a cousin?

Xie Yun felt a pain in his heart, as if he was stung by a poisonous bee.