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Three Lives in the Buddhist Sect
墨書 Inktalez
On the day of the Valley Snow Festival, early in the morning, someone came to the ancestral hall carrying a blue lantern to clean.
This ancestral hall, neither too big nor too small, is situated in the deepest part of the valley where the snow is most fierce, accompanied by a thousand everlasting blue lanterns, their lights never extinguishing.
Everyone in the valley knows that I love blue lanterns.
The person carefully placed the blue lantern in front of my seat, then lifted his pure white jade robe. He gently wiped the face of my Buddha statue, his fingertips lingering before finally resting on a mark on my forehead.
That was a kiss mark.
When I entered the Buddhist Sect, I was mocked for this kiss mark and accused of being impure in my senses, but who knows?
It is precisely because of this kiss mark that I can more easily abandon love without hesitation.
The person had a handsome face; from afar, it seemed as if the deepest snow in the valley had gathered together, yet it could not compare to his cold glance.
He quickly stood up and took the blue lantern away.
As he reached the door, he turned back to look at me.
The strong wind tousled his hair, and his long strands danced wildly. He pressed his lips together and smiled slightly: “Bianji, I have missed you.”
Long after he left, I finally stepped out from the Buddha's presence.
I am a body nourished by blood and flesh for the Buddha, but in truth, I am no longer a person of this mundane world.
Bianji is the title I received after joining the Buddhist Sect. His words clearly indicate that he has drawn a line between us, which is fine by me.
I stepped out of the ancestral hall, avoiding the festive activities in the valley, and headed straight into the forbidden area. Elder Fu Xu was waiting for me.
However, it seemed that there was another distinguished guest today.
I stood in the snow, quietly listening to the voices coming from inside the room.
“Lin Zhao, why are you back? You know very well that Qincanghe does not welcome you.” The voice was filled with anger and a slight tremor; it must be Elder Fu Xu.
“Ha... I know today is her sacrificial ceremony, so of course I had to return.”
The cold voice lacked warmth; he truly remained as indifferent as ever after a millennium.
It has been eight years since my sacrificial ceremony, and he chose now to come back, which undoubtedly suggests ulterior motives.
Seeing Elder Fu Xu so furious that he couldn't speak, I lifted the curtain and walked in.
Before I could exchange pleasantries, the green lamp fell to the ground with a clatter.
I looked up at him and smiled gently: “Lin Zhao, you came for the woolly grass, didn't you?”
The Velvet Grass is a rare medicinal herb that can transform flesh and blood. It is the treasure of Qincang Valley, crucial to everyone within the valley, and even more so... crucial to me.
His eerie eyes fixed on me, as if trying to see right through me.
I stepped forward a couple of paces, showing him carefully.
"Everything you’ve done is to force me out. Lin Zhao, has it been so long that you still can't let me go?"
Lin Zhao stared at me for a long time before bending down to pick up the green lamp, slowly tucking it into his embrace.
His icy gaze swept over me repeatedly. After a while, he smiled faintly, "Finally willing to come out? No longer hiding from me? Bianji, this isn't over between us. I must have the Velvet Grass; otherwise, don't blame me for once again turning Qincang Valley into a bloodbath."
After saying this, he revealed the Velvet Grass hidden in the elder's robes with a flick of the green lamp from his sleeve. He gently plucked it, and that precious herb fell into his hand.
Elder Fuxu coughed repeatedly in anger, scolding him, "How can such heartlessness be tolerated? How could the Buddhist Sect accept this? You continue to humiliate Yuyou; do you even want her to live?"
Lin Zhao raised an eyebrow and coldly glanced at me. "Yuyou? Ha... Yuyou has long since died; she is now Bianji."
With a graceful flick of his wide sleeves, the dark strands of hair wrapped around his waist. With a snap of his fingers, I felt a sharp pain in my heart and immediately collapsed to the ground.
He pressed his lips together and coldly articulated, "Bianji, I give you three days. I want the Green Mandala Forest turned to ashes. Don't tell me that as a being nurtured by Buddha, you can't accomplish this."
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