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Chapter 3 Reality and dreams overlap several times

Yes, I am back. When I come back, I will destroy all the places where I have traces.

The warmth from the fingertips, the flames soaring into the sky, the flash of light, the end of a lifetime. I thought that it had long been turned into dust together with the blackened charcoal, but why did those cold eyes and cunningly smiling faces carry an unknown purpose?

As they approached, the hysterical roars came back again.

Screaming, crying, weakness nothing can help you...

Only the cold river water and ancient songs linger in my ears...

Why...why!

Just when she was most helpless, a gentle and urgent female voice broke through all the chaos and sounded in her ears, pulling Wan Qing away from her dream, "Wan'er...could it be that she had another nightmare?"

The woman's brows were furrowed. She had heard the master talk about Wan Qing being haunted by nightmares, but she didn't expect that he would not be able to sleep well the second day after arriving. If she hadn't happened to pass by, wouldn't this child have nightmares?

I woke up suddenly and couldn't help but feel scared.

The woman stretched out her hand to calm Wan Qing's breath, while also calming her own heartbeat. There was undisguised worry in her eyes, "Is Wan'er feeling better?"

Is that... a dream...

Wan Qing stretched out her hand to cover her eyes and curled up into a ball. The woman whispered to the maid to get a hot towel and hot tea, and stayed by Wan Qing's side silently, for fear of disturbing Wan Qing.

Just when the woman thought that Wan Qing had fallen asleep, Wan Qing finally relaxed her body and looked at her intently with tearful eyes. This made the woman's heart rise again, fearing that Wan Qing had just let go.

Qing was stunned.

Looking at the well-maintained woman in her late twenties wearing a purple coat in front of her, Wan Qing was in a daze. Mother? No, it's not like that... Mother is not like this...

Are you dreaming now, or...

Just when Wan Qing was confused, the hot towel gently touched his face, finally calling him back from his wandering thoughts.

Wan Qing stretched out her hand to wipe away her wet tears, suppressed the fragility in her eyes, looked at the woman next to her and spoke in a low voice, "Much better...Mother is worried."

The woman smiled bitterly and held her in her arms, "Silly boy... It's only natural for mothers to worry about their children. Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"

"Well..." Wan Qing nodded and crawled out of the quilt. The woman immediately pushed her down, went to get the tea herself, and carefully tested the temperature.

The woman blew the tea gently, carefully handed it to Wan Qing's mouth, and whispered, "Be careful because it's hot."

Wan Qing took a few sips sheepishly, and then she didn't know whether to continue sleeping or to say a few more words to the woman in front of her. But her thoughts had already flown to the reality that seemed like a dream but not a dream. She still remembered that the plague was raging back then, and she didn't believe she was infected.

The same goes for her mother who stays up day and night to take care of herself despite dissuasion.

This tone was so cautious. It was a pity that the plague was over by herself, but her mother passed away like this and could never be seen again. Thinking about it, Wan Qing hugged her knees, the remaining traces of blood on her face

His expression was once again hidden in the darkness, and he fell into a long silence.

But the woman misunderstood, thinking that Wan Qing was unwilling to sleep alone because of nightmares, so she took off her coat and handed it to the maid, saying softly, "Mother, I will sleep with Wan'er today. Wan'er doesn't have to be afraid."

Wan Qing was slightly surprised. She raised her head and glanced at the woman, and finally nodded slowly. Maybe she could indulge a little more tonight. Thinking of this, Wan Qing squeezed in a little more to make room for the woman.

, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The woman carefully tucked in the quilt and found a position that would allow Wan Qing to sleep peacefully. Then she tucked in the quilt and patted Wan Qing's back to signal her to sleep peacefully.

All the sounds disappeared for a while, leaving only the slight sound of the candles lit on the table because Wan Qing was afraid of the dark.

After confirming that the woman was asleep, Wan Qing slowly opened her eyes, looked at the flickering candlelight and the swaying tree shadows that spilled into the room through the window paper, and fell into deep thought.

Three years have passed, and I still can't get rid of that dream... I really don't know what to say about myself.

Wan Qing smiled bitterly and stared at the silver moonlight on the ground.

It was as if the burning pain of the fire was still jumping on my fingertips, and there was already a sea of ​​​​fire all around me, but I suddenly opened my eyes and found a familiar scene, and inexplicably returned to the scene when I was seven years old.

For three whole years, she kept having this dream, and she could almost completely remember every detail and every person's appearance.

I remember three years ago, when I just woke up, I mistakenly thought I had an extremely real dream, and breathed a long sigh of relief. However, listening to the sound of the wheels, she suddenly remembered what might happen next in the dream and couldn't help but be afraid.

, when I was seven years old in the dream, my whole family went to the most famous temple to pray. Because of an inexplicable hexagram and an inexplicable excuse, I was even said to be a lone star of evil spirits.

Later, because of his eldest brother's illness, he was suddenly scheduled to get married as a bride, saying it was a happy occasion.

So when I found out that I was on the way to the temple when I was seven years old, and the magnificent building of the temple was clearly visible, I panicked and had to jump out of the carriage. How could I have accidentally slipped down the hillside and fell into the cold river?

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I thought I was really going to report to the King of Hell, and I had already thought about what I wanted to say to the King of Hell, but I was unexpectedly rescued by a wandering master. I followed her back to Mochizuki Temple, practicing martial arts while living my daily life.

In the past few years, I have read all the Buddhist scriptures, but I have not yet understood whether the dream that is as realistic as reality is true or false, or whether I have died and been reborn. But there is a thought in my heart,

He firmly told her that it was not a dream, but a reality. So since she had already left the home where there was no emotion left, she decided not to go back. Therefore, the Buddhist scriptures did not teach her relief, but allowed her to take a turn

The idea of ​​fate persisted.

She thought she would spend her whole life in this nunnery, and Wan Qing also thought that without her intervention, maybe everyone's fate would be different, but who knew that when she was ten years old, the master entrusted her to her current adoptive parents?

Then he wandered around again.

Today is the second day in this mansion.

His adoptive father's surname was Zuo, so he was given the surname Zuo. When his adoptive father, who had a bookish air, asked him if he could remember his name, the word Wanqing came out of his mouth and became his own name.

The adoptive father came from a famous family and became the prime minister of the current dynasty. The adoptive mother was the sister of the current emperor and was named Princess Anzhen.

Due to an unsolved poison, the couple had no offspring. Princess Anzhen met the master by chance because she believed in Buddhism, and the master entrusted herself to the two of them.

Therefore, in the future, he will live under the name Zuo Wanqing.

However, why is there always a kind of uneasiness in my heart? Uneasy about the fact that I am alive, and uneasy about the warmth they give me.


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