C2 (1/2)

She called Zhou Chengming and told her that the Master Wu Xuan had heard her opinion. After not cultivating the ancient items, Zhou Chengming's anger at the phone almost overturned the entire continent.

”Liu Yue, don't be willful. Do you think that the reason I traversed mountains and rivers to find the Master Wu Xuan and shamelessly want to repair this item is for that crappy commission? I tell you, no. Liu Yue, think about it, how long has it been since you last encountered something that you liked and wanted to repair? If you go on like this, you're done for, you know? You are numb, you no longer have any spiritual energy, do you know, Liu Yue? ”

”Without spiritual energy, I won't cultivate.” Liu Yue was angry.

She was an adolescent by then, and the rebellious phase of being tortured by such a life was severe. There was a Hong Kong businessman who asked her to identify a million calligraphy and painting.

”It's true, it's true, it's true.”

She had no idea that such a sentence would bring about a calamity to her entire family. After hearing her words, the merchant spent millions to buy a fake, and the consequences could be imagined.

Her father had been forced to die, leaving her and her mother to fend for themselves and work for a living. But later on, she met Zhou Chengming's father. He took her in as his disciple and taught her how to fix her wounds. He became the most popular restoration technician in the world today.

These two years, with the death of her mother and her often strange dreams, her heart had dried up day by day.

Zhou Chengming scolded her right, but she did not care. One of the larger reasons why she was willing to agree to come to Lhasa was because he wanted to see the Master Wu Xuan. After her mother's death, she suspected that his mother had not yet had a wish and that his soul would not disperse. Those dreams, perhaps, had been entrusted to her by her mother.

Master Wu Xuan seemed to understand her wish as he spoke with a heavy voice.

”If you want the living to walk the cycle of reincarnation of the Good Samsara, they will have to go through seventy-seven to forty-nine days of transition. If it's convenient for you, you can stay in the temple. You can recite scriptures every morning after you've woken up.

”Alright.”

Liu Yue was arranged to stay in the guest room closest to the temple. The surroundings were deep and quiet. She was so tired that she would have slept if she'd been in bed.

”Knock, knock, knock!” Someone knocked on the door.

It was the disciple from Master Wu Xuan who delivered the sandalwood box containing the cultural relics to Liu Yue. She passed it to him and asked.

”Is this what you left behind?” the disciple asked.

”No.” Liu Yue shook her head.

”Master Wu Xuan said that this belongs to you, and it has returned to its original owner.” As he said that, he couldn't help but push it into Liu Yue's embrace, and turn to leave.

Liu Yue did not understand, and opened the sandalwood chest. Inside, a few ancient items were neatly placed in order, the night wind was cold, and the surrounding silence was so quiet that only the sound of the clock could be heard.

She carried the box back to her room. Why did the Master Wu Xuan send this?

She opened them one by one. The heaviness of history greeted her, but what was even weirder was that the more she looked at it, the more familiar it felt, as if these things had once been in her hands.

She didn't know how long she watched for before she fell asleep in a daze.

It was still a dream.

In his dream, Yin Su held her and rotated:

”A Xi, I will bring you back to the palace.”

”A Xi, I will definitely grant you this life. In this life, the happiest and happiest days are mine.”

”A Xi, I want you to become the happiest woman in the world.”

She happily followed him to the palace.

Later, he said:

”A Xi, this is the fate of me when I was born in the emperor's household. Don't worry, taking Northern Jul Cang Ruoyu as my concubine is only a temporary measure. ”

But the opportune moment had turned into the truth, that Cang Ruoyu was pregnant. And she was sent to the cold palace, from then on, she was accompanied by lonely lanterns.

This night's dream repeated over and over again. The dream became more flesh and blood.

In the second half of the night, she woke up and sat up. She turned on the computer she carried around with her and went online to check on Mr Zhou's interpretation of his dreams. Yet there was no information on the Internet that could explain what such a complete, storytelling dream could mean.

She stayed up most of the night, and only when she heard the temple bell did she wake up to pay her respects to Master Wu Xuan. Seeing her exhausted look, Master Wu Xuan shook his head.

She sat cross-legged on a prayer mat and recited. Curling fragrance filled the air as Master Wu Xuan's voice came closer and closer, as if it came from far away. She was so distracted that she seemed to hear his mother's voice, telling her when she was very young

”Don't let anyone know about your ability, or else you'll be seen as a monster by others.”

And then, when I was an adult again, my mother said,

”Liu Yue, did you know that your father was killed by you?”

Dong … Dong … Dong … The Master Wu Xuan stopped his chanting, and only after knocking three times with the wooden fish did Liu Yue wake up from his trance.