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Shu Chen's face was calm and he said generously: "Huiwu, you go. I will lead this donor out."

The little novice monk responded and left.

The Taolin Courtyard was quiet for a moment.

After a while, it was Hu Wan's personal maid who spoke first: "Madam, I will go outside to guard."

Zhou Chang has become a bystander and cannot express his opinion.

The maidservant had grown up with Hu Wan since childhood. She knew her young lady's thoughts and took the initiative to stand in the distance along the same route they had come to keep watch.

Hu Wan's body was very honest. As soon as the maid left, she took a few steps towards the blurry figure.

Zhou Chang couldn't help but sigh that if she had to choose between the dark and thin old man and the fair-faced "living Tang Monk", she would choose the latter.

Shu Chen subconsciously took a step back and said in a calm voice: "After so many years, you finally came."

Dressed in spotless white robes, Shuchen is still the "living Tang Monk" in Zhou Chang's impression, but he is no longer the Shi Xun in Hu Wan's memory.

Although the faces were still the same, they could never be put together again.

Shu Chen's eyes were calm and still: "You came here because you heard that I was leaving and you came to see me off?"

Zhou Chang let Hu Wan's consciousness take charge.

Hu Wan was filled with worries. She wanted to see him, but was worried about being seen. She didn't know what to say. After a long while, she asked dryly, "You left Jindu and will never come back again?"

"I once swore in front of the Buddha that I would spread Buddhism and save all sentient beings. It is the same wherever I am." Shu Chen did not answer directly.

Hu Wan was filled with mixed feelings and her hands unconsciously twirled the beaters in her hands. She had not seen him for more than ten years and only saw him in her dreams. Now that she had seen him in person, she was completely different from what she had imagined.

"Alas..." Shu Chen sighed barely audibly, but there was no emotion in his eyes. "The past is the past. If it weren't for that adverse fate, I wouldn't have become a monk, nor would I have had the good fortune to know the true meaning of Buddhism. It seems that you have a deep connection with the Buddha. After so many years, it's time for you to let it go."

"If you have let it go, why did you come here on your own initiative?" Hu Wan asked foolishly.

Shu Chen remained unmoved: "I hope you can let it go too."

Hu Wan's worries suddenly turned into disappointment: "I know you are a high-ranking monk now, but can a high-ranking monk really let go of everything?"

"Amitabha, may Buddha have mercy on us." Shu Chen lowered his eyes.

Hu Wan's infatuation and loss were mixed together: "I just want to know, if we could have met each other at the beginning, what would you have said to me?"

Shu Chen looked up and gazed, which seemed to bring back memories from long ago. After a while, his eyes finally showed some changes: "The feelings of those young men and women now seem to be nothing but delusions and obsessions, like a dream, which will vanish in an instant."

"Is it all empty?" Hu Wan's eyes were already filled with tears.

Hu Wan also wanted to commit suicide at that time, but she felt that even if she died, they should die together. As a result, her family watched her closely, so she neither died nor was she seen.

Later, she heard that Shi Xun had become a monk. In her eyes, that was tantamount to death, so she decided to follow him.

It was Mrs. Hu who was ruthless and hanged herself first, which forced Hu Wan to finally accept her fate.

The love was so deep back then, and it has been hidden for so many years now, how can it be let go with just the word "empty"?

Shu Chen twisted the Buddhist beads with both hands: "Amitabha, the false thoughts are endless, but if it weren't for that opportunity, there would be no Shu Chen today. I went to Beiji to spread Buddhism, not to escape from this place."

Hu Wan ignored him and continued to wonder, "If we could have met in person, would you be willing to take me away?"

"Amitabha, the Three Thousand Worlds are only in my heart, where can I escape to?" Shu Chen's eyes had regained their calmness, without a ripple. "I met you today just to resolve the relationship between you and me. The past is all in the past, I hope you can let it go from now on."

It seems that there is no answer, but in fact the answer has been given.

Instead, Zhou Chang began to regret that he should not have brought Hu Wan here. The other party had obviously let it go, but Hu Wan still had regrets in her heart. Wouldn't this make her even more sad?

Although Hu Wan has a passionate side, she is still more cowardly. After so many years, she is not forcing anything: "I am not here for anything else. What I didn't say back then has been a regret in my heart for so many years. I know you are leaving and never coming back. I just want to say it to your face, so that I can put my mind at ease."

Shu Chen stood silently, waiting for the other party to speak.

Hu Wan stared at Shu Chen, tears rolling down her cheeks: "Back then I knew there was no hope for us to be together, at that time I just wanted to say one thing to you, year after year I will miss you, I will never forget you in my heart. We are not destined to be together in this life, we will meet again in the next life."

"Amitabha, the Buddha's heart is vast, and peace of mind is the home. The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, so we should practice Buddhism and end the cycle of reincarnation as soon as possible." There was not a ripple in Shuchen's eyes, and he had truly converted to Buddhism.

The other party was actually so heartless that he wouldn't even allow me to have a next life.

Hu Wan's body trembled, and two lines of tears fell down.

Over the past decade or so, she had imagined the scene of meeting again countless times, and had also wondered whether her cousin Shi Xun was still concerned about her when he was always with the Buddha.

The only thing he didn't expect was that the person in front of him became Shu Chen, and had nothing to do with Shi Xun anymore.

So what was the point of her worrying for all these years?

Hu Wan smiled sadly: "You, you are very good like this, I..."

He had barely finished his words when a sharp female voice suddenly rang out from behind the rockery: "Hey, look who is this? What a coincidence, Madam Pei."

When Hu Wan heard the voice of the person coming, her heart rose to her throat. She was scared to death and subconsciously took a step towards Shu Chen.

Zhou Chang involuntarily regained control of his body.

Following the sound, I saw a path behind the rockery. I didn't know where it led to, but a woman dressed in bright red and green was walking down the path.

It was not until she came closer that Zhou Chang could barely see clearly that it was Madam Chu, the wife of Chu Liang, the Minister of Dali Temple, with small eyes and donkey lips, whom he had met at the Spring Banquet in the Imperial Palace.

But I don’t know whether she just came here or has always been behind the rockery, and how much she heard.

Mrs. Chu had a playful smile on her face, and her small eyes wandered back and forth between Shu Chen and Hu Wan: "This should be the famous Jade-faced Zen Master of Dafu Temple, Master Shu Chen, right?"

"Amitabha, the donor is polite." Shu Chen's expression remained unchanged and calm.

Madam Chu glanced at Zhou Chang's face again. Her bright eyes seemed to be able to see through her. "Oh, Madam Pei, you must be crying because you are sad. Otherwise, you wouldn't be crying just because of the wind in such a peaceful time."

"It was indeed windy just now." Zhou Chang then remembered that the tears were still on his face and he quickly wiped them away.

Madam Chu stared at him and said, "Madam Pei has always believed in Taoism, why do you suddenly believe in Buddhism today?" "I would rather be fat and exquisite than be thin and look the same as others;

I would rather have a more stable life than a sudden break;"