The vicious female supporting role in the book cultivation world is crazy and involuntarily

On the 28th day of the 12th lunar month in the year of Guimao, Picheng was hit by heavy snow. The city was covered with snow and wind for half a month. The doors and windows along the road were closed and the streets were empty.

Inside the Buddha Temple, under the corridors, there were shadowy figures of people walking in a hurry.

Lu Zhaozhao is in high spirits today. After today, she will become an adult, which means that after tomorrow, she will be able to go down the mountain.

Master Jingwen said a few days ago that she wanted to celebrate her birthday, and that the coming-of-age ceremony was different from the previous ones and needed to be given more importance.

She asked Lu Zhaozhao if there was anything he wanted, which surprised Lu Zhaozhao a little.

Buddhists practice asceticism, and so do the monks in the Futu Temple. The women's monastery in the back mountain is no less so. They all give up their fine clothes, abstain from three meals a day, sleep too much and other greedy desires, and practice selflessness as the criterion. Wanting something like this is considered a luxury here.

But Master Jingwen did not shy away from it. She looked at the disciple in front of her gently.

Guannan was a gifted man. No matter how difficult the subject she taught him, he could master it within three days and apply it to other situations. Even Huizhen, who was outside the academy, was secretly amazed and said that his future luck would be no less than his.

Huizhen was the first group of monks to come from the Northern Territory, and he was also the first person to teach Buddhism in the Central Plains. It was extremely difficult for him to say such words.

It’s a pity that Guannan has been concerned about the secular world since she entered the hospital, and her unfinished worldly ties are giving her a headache.

She knew Guannan's ambition and asked Huizhen privately, but Huizhen said that if she wanted to truly leave the world, she should enter it, and everything from then on was fate, so she could only put her mind on hold for the time being.

Tomorrow is Guannan's coming of age day. She knows that Guannan will definitely go down the mountain and she can't stop her, but she still wants to leave her with a memory, so she asks her what she wants.

But after she said it, she felt a little regretful. She thought: I have taught her all the knowledge, what else can I give her?

Guannan, also known as Lu Zhaozhao, looked at the woman in front of him who had raised him carefully and taught him generously, and his eyes could not help but become wet after hearing her say such words.

She knew very well that this was an illusion, and all the people and things were illusions that could be disturbed by a gust of wind or a pebble. But people were not plants, and after taking care of her for many days, there was finally a conflict of true feelings. It was like drinking poison to quench thirst, and there was no way out.

"Last year, when the Manjushri blossoms were in bloom, I plucked one. I wanted to take it with me into the world, but the flowers are so dense and lush that I'm worried they might get damaged along the way. This is why I'm worried. Master, what's the solution?"

Jing heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this. She reached out and touched her head, just like the first day she was admitted to the hospital. Her tone was gentle: "I know you are ready to be discharged. Tomorrow at this time, I will bring Manzhu here to see you off."

Lu Zhaozhao agreed.

In a blink of an eye, it was the next day, the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, the coldest time of the year, and the snow had not stopped that day.

The roads were covered in snow, and apart from morning and evening classes, all other activities for the practitioners were cancelled. This rare moment of leisure also brought silence to the courtyard, which was already quite crowded.

Lu Zhaozhao packed her bag and headed to the place she had agreed to meet with Master Jingwen yesterday.

In the distance is the Jingsi Pavilion, with a person standing in the pavilion.

She was dressed in plain clothes, her long black hair wrapped around a wooden hairpin, neat and elegant. Her graceful figure stood in the pavilion, covered in white snow, and her posture was graceful.

The moment Lu Zhaozhao saw her, she knew she was extraordinary, and could not possibly come from an ordinary family. Later, as she studied Buddhism with her attendants, she became even more convinced that her background must be extraordinary. After all, she was the only one in the women's academy whose cups and bowls were made of Dushan jade.

But how could a wealthy family be willing to let their daughter go into the monastery to practice asceticism?

Lu Zhaozhao was very puzzled and asked at the same time.

But the nun remained silent for a long time, not saying a word. Only after she had walked away did she hear the words "Life is unpredictable and beyond our control" from behind her, carried by the wind, as if she hadn't heard them.

She was still reminiscing when the nun saw her and hurried over to pull her in.

After entering the pavilion, the nun patted the snow off her shoulders and gave her some instructions.

The nun said, "I'll teach you medical skills, so you'll have a skill. Life won't be too difficult." She also said, "You haven't left the temple since you lost your memory. So be careful about everything you do on this trip."

There was wind and snow outside the pavilion, but it was warm like spring inside.

At the end of her words, the nun took out a hairpin.

"The silk threads here are the stems of the sand lily, and the carvings on this are Manzhu." She said, revealing the flower on the top of the hairpin. "I filled the inside with Manzhu petals. I remember when you first saw this flower, you asked, 'Why do leaves fall and flowers bloom, and flowers fade and leaves grow?'"

Lu Zhaozhao smiled embarrassedly: "You still remember."

Nun Jingwen also smiled and said, "You said this is a pity, that fate cannot have both ends in mind. Today I give you this hairpin, which has both the flower and the leaf. You must always remember it."

At the end of her words, she couldn't help but cry a little, and her eyes turned slightly red.

But she just said that it was the wind and snow that blinded her eyes, then put a hairpin on Lu Zhaozhao and patted her shoulder, like a mother who was about to see her son off.

In this situation, Lu Zhaozhao couldn't help but say: "If I were not myself, would Master still treat me like a son?"

Jingwen loves Guannan, but she is Lu Zhaozhao.

But the nun just looked at her lovingly, as if she was looking at the most precious thing in the world: "As long as it's you."

Tears slid down and hit the ground, but Lu Zhaozhao smiled.

She was discharged from the hospital and went down the mountain.

The wind and snow covered her shoulders, and it was freezing in the twelfth lunar month, but there was always a candlelight behind her, waiting for her return.