Chapter 421: The Return of the Hana to Fruitlessness
Jiang Yishi sensed that Flower Flower was shedding tears more and more frequently, and grew more and more jittery.
On the morning of the seventh day of the seventh month, Jiang Yishi was about to go to the council hall when she suddenly sensed that the blue color of the light bead was darker than before.
Her heart lifted up and she could no longer sit still. Getting up, she said, “Watercress go tell the old lady to take a vacation, I’ll go to the Retribution Temple to see Hua Hua.”
She walked out of the house and backtracked again, asking someone to put the snacks on the kang table into the food box and bring them along.
There was a light drizzle in the sky, and Cun Cun and Yin Er chased after her into the courtyard.
Mother was going to see Hua Hua, but not taking them with her.
One roared, “Mother, I want to go see Flora too.”
One cried, “Yinyi wants to see Hua Hua.”
The two nannies ran out, picked them up and stood under the porch, watching the backs of those few people hurriedly disappear outside the courtyard door.
Sitting in the car, Jiang Yishi’s eyes flashed through the scenes after Hua Hua came to her side.
Flower’s tears, naughty, live broadcast, tightly affixed to the temperature of her body …… If there is no little thing, their own reversal of this life where is so easy.
The more you think about Jiang Yishi the more sad, tears stop can not stop.
She knew that what Master Yu He and Hua Hua did was to save Jin and the dynasty from danger. If they succeeded, even if Hua Hua changed into a cat’s skin, she would return to her side.
But if it fails, how can she let Yugi and Master’s souls fly away, and Flora will never say goodbye …….
The light beads were dark and tantalizing, did it mean that they had little chance of success?
She also knew that King Ping was now “sick” in bed. As long as the situation is not right, he will be the first time to escape from the capital. Once the Emperor dies, no matter who succeeds him, he will lead a rebellion.
The reason why he didn’t leave the capital immediately, King Ping still has a little bit of luck with the old emperor. If there was a smooth transition of power, no one would want to cause a war.
The sixth prince’s body is also getting worse and worse, Jiang Yishi guessed that it was the small stone sent by the monk Wu Fan who was the culprit. This stone does not dare to put to the emperor’s side, the emperor almost two or three days will check the things around.
The heavenly family is merciless, no matter who vies for the throne is stepping on corpses.
Unsurprisingly, the critical moment that would determine the Jin and Dynasty was getting closer and closer.
Jiang Yixi was so conflicted in her heart. Reason told her that it was right for Master Yu He and Hua Hua to do that. If she were herself, she would be willing to exchange one life for millions of lives. However, she just couldn’t let go of Flower’s suffering and wanted to see it again, hug it and kiss it.
When she arrived at the temple, Jiang Yishi went directly to the old monk’s meditation room behind the garden.
The middle-aged monk, Ring Five, blocked the doorway of the meditation room, folded his hands and said, “Female monks, the poor monk’s master is not in the meditation room, you can’t go in.”
Jiang Yishi glared angrily, “I don’t see the old monk, I want to see Hua Hua.”
Saying that, she walked around Ring Five and went inside.
Ring Five took half a step back and stopped her again, “Hua Hua isn’t here either.”
Still with a calm voice and compassionate gaze.
Jiang Yishi continued to barge in, “Whether it’s here or not, seeing is believing.”
She also guessed that the old monk and Hua Hua were not necessarily in the Zen garden, but she had nowhere to look, so she just wanted to go in and take her chances.
Ring Five didn’t dare to make physical contact with Jiang Yishi and backed away.
Jiang Yishi broke in as she wished.
She searched the several Zen rooms, the furnishings remained the same, but there was no sign of the man or the cat.
She came out again and searched around the Zen courtyard, even in the bushes and flowers that could hide a cat, still nothing.
Days of worry and longing erupted together at this time, and Jiang Yishi lost her voice and cried.
Yelling, “Hua Hua, where are you ah, mother misses you …….”
The more she cried, the sadder she became, and finally squatted down and covered her face as she cried.
Sister Wu and Shui Ping, who had followed her, advised the master and also cried sadly. Hua Hua hadn’t come home for so long and her master was like this, something big should have happened to Hua Hua.
Preceptor Wu couldn’t bear it and sighed, ”Master Jiang, it won’t help if you continue to grieve here. The master took Hua Hua to the peak platform to retreat and cultivate ……”
Jiang Yishi raised her red and swollen eyes and asked, “Where is the Peak Terrace?”
Ring Five said, “The Peak Terrace is a secret of the temple and cannot be told to outsiders. Besides, it is guarded by numerous martial monks, so you can’t get in even if you know about it. Scholar, please go back, karma will eventually dissipate, blossoms and flowers always return to dust. Amitabha Buddha.”
Hearing his words, Jiang Yishi became even more nervous and sat down on the ground at once.
Shui Ping held the umbrella and Sister Wu helped her up. She no longer had any strength left and leaned in Sister Wu’s arms, sobbing softly. At this point, she didn’t even have the strength to cry out.
Sister Wu glared at Monk Ring 5 and advised, “It is said that Master Yu He is an old god, he will protect Hua Hua. Great Grandmother, let’s go back and wait for Hua Hua at home.”
“Sister, Hua Hua is my son, saved me, saved our family, how can I just watch it die.”
Preceptor Five hurriedly said, “Scholar Jiang misunderstood what poor monk meant. The poor monk wants to say that no matter who it is, the end result is an individual, a scattering and a return. Before dispersal and return, it is division and reunion. The destiny of Mistress Jiang and Hua Hua may not have gone to the end.”
What Preceptor Five meant was that she and Flower Flower still had a destiny to see each other again?
Jiang Yishi had another glimmer of expectation.
“Are you saying that I can still see Flower Flower?”
Ring 5 was a bit embarrassed, “Poor monk is ashamed to not have the cultivation of master. How did it turn out for Mistress Jiang and Flower Flower, whether they can see each other again or not, the poor monk really doesn’t know.”
Jiang Yishi was unable to do so and let Sister Wu help her out of the temple and onto the carriage.
It was early shenzhen time when she returned to the Floating Life Residence, and the children had all gone to the Fu An Hall.
Jiang Yishi drank half a bowl of soup and sat down on the bed to think.
The rain was getting heavier, dripping on the tiles, making people upset.
Jiang Yishi didn’t go to Fu An Tang for dinner, citing her poor health.
Not long after, a little girl from Fu An Hall came over and said, “Old Master and Old Lady sent the slave girl to ask Great Grandma how Hua Hua is doing?”
Not only the old couple, everyone wanted Hua Hua.
Jiang Yishi didn’t squeak, and Grandma Wu whispered about the fruitless search for Hua Hua.
The little girl went back to Fu An Hall to report, the people in the house sighed, Cun Cun and Yin Er, Yi Ge Er several small children cried and howled, the old lady and Huang Xin also shed tears.
In addition to the several masters of Fu An Residence, Hua Hua had the deepest feelings with the old master. He didn’t have the heart to eat, sighed and got up to go to the front yard.
Today was the Seven Charms Festival, and the girls were going to thread needles against the moon and the wind.
Tonight there was no moon, the crowd was not in the mood, and many of the things prepared earlier for moon worship were not used. Meng Xiu and Huang Xin simply threaded nine-tailed needles with colorful silk, the little girl Meng Yin’er symbolically took the needle and thread, and the crowd hurriedly dispersed.
When Meng Zhimo returned to the Floating Life Residence with his children, Jiang Yishi was still sitting on the bed, looking sad.
The light from the candles on the bed flickered, imprinting her shadow on the wall.
Cun Cun and Yin Er leaned into her arms.
Meng Zhimo sat beside her and advised her in a low voice, “Master Yu and Master Yu’s Buddhist teachings are profound, Hua Hua will be fine. What should be prepared we have prepared, we will not let the people of Jin and the people live and die ……”