"Just pretend everything never happened!"
Shen Xinzhu didn't even look at the girl in green, and seemed to be eager for the man in red to take action quickly.
These words completely defeated the girl in green.
She slumped to the ground, her face was pale and bloodless, her eyes were closed tightly, and she looked like she was going to die calmly.
"Okay, then I can take action."
The man in red raised his sword and suddenly slashed at the girl in green.
But in an instant, golden light filled the cave.
Shen Xinzhu and the girl in green felt a blast of Sanskrit sound deafening their ears, and then they all fainted to the ground.
The man in red looked at the mother and daughter who had fainted on the ground, shook his head helplessly and sighed.
As soon as his body turned around, he had already returned to his original appearance.
It is Huikong.
"Amitabha! What the Holy Son told me is really not easy."
...
When the girl in green woke up again, she found that she was still alive.
And has arrived outside the cave.
She looked around blankly, but her mother was nowhere to be seen.
Only a young monk wearing white monk robes and a compassionate and kind face stood not far away.
"I...I'm not dead?"
The girl in green was a little confused, and she didn't even know what happened.
"Amitabha, the donor does not need to think too much, this is all the arrangement of the Holy Son."
Huikong spoke at the right time.
One sentence of the Son's arrangement can explain all problems.
"Where's my mother?"
But the girl in green still misses Shen Xinzhu.
Huikong sighed in his heart, this girl was indeed a little too kind and a little too innocent.
She didn't know anything, she was just born into this world, and no one cared about her life or death.
"Your mother has left. She will never appear again, and you don't need to miss her. Everyone has their own destiny, so there is no need to force it."
Huikong said calmly.
Only then did the girl in green remember what had happened before, and she sat on the ground in a daze, looking as confused as ever before.
“What is the name of the donor?”
"My mother named me Ye Hen."
Huikong shook his head: "This name is inappropriate. The Holy Son has already made arrangements, and the donor can make a choice."
"What arrangement? What choice?"
The girl in green looked at Huikong doubtfully.
"The donor came from a difficult life, but had a predestined relationship with the Son. Therefore, the Son hoped that the donor could live a good life, but he was grieving and hurting himself because of the past."
"There are thousands of ways in the world, and there are thousands of paths in life."
"The benefactor can practice Buddhism, ask questions, learn Confucianism, or even all kinds of worldly arts. As long as the benefactor is willing, the Holy Son will order others to teach them."
Huikong said slowly with a gentle look on his face.
"Taoism is natural, Confucianism is vast, and Buddhism is boundless. Each has its own merits. No matter what the donor wants to learn, he can all understand it. The world is vast and he is no longer tied to the past."
The girl in green looked stunned. Huikong's words seemed to contain a gentle power, which made the girl in green, who was originally in a very low mood, become much calmer.
"I...I just want to know, is Ye Qingyun really my father?"
Huikong smiled slightly, full of wisdom.
"The Holy Son is not only the father of the female benefactor, but also the father of all living things in the world."
Chapter completed!