Liang Zhichen looked at the old nun in front of him, seeing the words "Buddha’s compassion" written all over her face, yet an inexplicable familiar feeling surged in his heart.
Perhaps due to preconceived notions, they had been searching for so long because they were uncertain whether the wife was walking the world in the guise of a young person or shedding her disguise to appear old. However, the wife’s eyes were purple; this point could never be wrong.
But this "Master’s" eyes were a cloudy black, not the familiar purple. He sighed disappointedly, "Thank you, sorry to trouble you."
Afterwards, he returned to the group. Shujun, with stubble and dark circles under his eyes, asked, "Big brother, how was it?"
Zhi Chen let out a long breath and then shook his head, "Let’s keep looking." It was a clear sign of no progress.
Shujun pursed his lips, lowered his head dispiritedly without speaking. After that, the group of people continued their journey turbulently, little knowing that behind them, the old nun was staring at their backs with greedy eyes.
Fortunately, she had shaved her head bald and recently lost so teeth, looking older, with her voice becoming aged and rough. Additionally, and most importantly, her eye color had changed; otherwise, they might have really recognized her.
Keep looking, keep looking, a year or two, if tired, just go back. A gentle expression erged in her clouded eyes.
Just, who knows where she would be in a year or two? Probably already dead, with her body rotten to bones!
She knew very well and understood that they weren’t likely to easily let go of their feelings.
These brothers might act a bit extre in so matters, often showing ruthless tactics, but when it cos to feelings, they all seem a bit stubborn.
She didn’t expect that just because she left they would soon forget her but hoped that ti, like water, would wash away the obsession in their hearts.
May this world treat them with gentleness, may their remaining years be peaceful and well, and the deepest and most genuine wish is—it’s okay to be sad and hurt, but not for too long.
Pick yourself up quickly, for this world is vast. The idea of pledging life and death sounds beautiful, but what about their lives? What about their future?
Why ruin it all for her alone.
Liang Zhichen and his group continued forward, and two days later, he recalled the old nun they had encountered before, feeling a deep sense of discord.
Perhaps out of unease or a desire to verify once more, he asked his brothers to keep recruiting people while he turned back.
But he ca up empty-handed.
Because Dong Huiying had already changed her route, heading in a different direction.
She drove the carriage, much the sa as a few days ago, sotis falling asleep, sotis waking at night, sotis during the day, having no real sense of how long she actually slept.
The days passed in such a daze, yet her route was actually quite clear.
That night, the carriage entered the North Land. Dong Huiying looked at the sky, feeling it was heavily overcast, as if it were about to rain.
She found a place sheltered from the wind, conveniently adjacent to a cliff. The cliff was steep, with a natural protrusion above that could shield so wind and rain.
She let the carriage stop there, then lay inside, holding a blanket, and drifted back into a muddled sleep.
This ti, she didn’t sleep for long. Around midnight, a purple lightning bolt struck suddenly, hitting a crooked tree not far away.
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