GBP Chapter 145 Relics
Chapter 145 Relics
Wen Yan pushed the door open and walked in. She could see the whole room at a glance. On the bed sat an old monk with a kind face. His hair and beard were all white, and his eyebrows were sparse on the sides of his cheeks. He looked kind and benevolent.
Seeing Wen Yan's appearance, he smiled and said in surprise: "As Yuan Yin said, you two look very similar."
The abbot said this, probably because he already knew the relationship between Wen Yan and Yang.
But how could he know?
As if sensing Wen Yan's confusion, the abbot explained, "I didn't know originally, but since Yuan Yin has chosen this path, I, as your senior brother, should also investigate. Your mother's background is not difficult to investigate, and there are a few people in the court who I can talk to."
Wen Yan nodded slightly, sighed deeply, and spoke with difficulty: "When I went up the mountain, I heard that Master Yuan Yin... was burned to death?"
The abbot was very open-minded, but did not agree with Wen Yan's statement, "Junior brother was not burned to death, but passed away. If it were not for the Buddha's approval, how could Junior brother's body turn into 108 relics! Only a monk with great fortune could do this!"
Even though the abbot said so, Wen Yan still couldn't hide the grief in her heart, "Abbot, you didn't come to me for this matter?"
The abbot took out a red wooden box from beside the pillow and said, "I came to you because of my fellow apprentice's last words. Before he left, he asked me to give this to you."
Wen Yan was curious: "What is this?"
"You'll know when you open it and take a look."
Wen Yan opened the mahogany box, which was padded with soft silk and a thumb-sized golden stone in the center. Upon closer inspection, light was flowing and starlight was scattered.
"What is this?" Wen Yan didn't recognize it. A gem?
The abbot's expression remained unchanged as he slowly said, "This is the relic that my junior fellow disciple transformed into."
Wen Yan almost lost her grip and quickly closed it and handed it back: "Master Yuanyin's relics should be placed in Jinghua Temple. I can't have them."
"This is my junior brother's last wish." The abbot said, and he smiled, "My junior brother did leave many relics, but this one is made from his heart, and it contains special power. My junior brother said that this is not only an apology to you and your mother, but also to your friend."
Apology? Friend? Wen Yan was confused. She could get a glimpse of the former from the letter, which should be an apology to Yang. What about the latter?
When Wen Yan was struggling, suddenly, the housekeeper said: "Master, please accept it, I need it."
Wen Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and she understood clearly.
The abbot smiled and said, "It seems that you already know what I mean. Please accept it. Everything is destined by fate."
Wen Yan went up the mountain empty-handed in a daze, but she took away a priceless relic.
On the way down the mountain, when she calmed down a little, Wen Yan asked the housekeeper: "You just said you needed it? But didn't you ask for the jade before?"
"Yes, but this one is very different." The butler couldn't explain it. "I feel like it originally belonged to me. It came for me."
Wen Yan couldn't understand it, but according to the abbot, this should be sent specially for the housekeeper... Wen Yan felt that this world was becoming more and more mysterious.
However, the fact that she could come back to life and have such an outrageous golden finger of space spirit spring was a very mysterious thing.
"Then I will give you the relic. Will you fall into deep sleep again?"
"Yes, but it won't take much time this time."
Wen Yan was not greedy. No matter how valuable the relic was, it was not hers to take. She threw the relic into the space without hesitation.
After the butler said something to Wen Yan, he fell into a deep sleep.
It was noon when Wen Yan went down the mountain. There were many people going up the mountain, but not many people going down.
When she reached the foot of the mountain, a long line of horse-drawn carriages passed by her.
The curtain fluttered, and the woman in the carriage subconsciously looked outside. Just after that glance, her body suddenly froze.
"Yang Xiaojiao?!" Yang Yu murmured, "No, she can't still look so young... Stop!"
The carriage stopped at the sound.
Yang Yu got off the carriage and looked at Wen Yan's departing figure, but she never looked back.
At this time, Zhou, who was traveling with us, also came over and asked, "Second sister, what's wrong?"
Yang Yu shook his head: "I just saw someone who looked familiar, but... I must have seen it wrong."
"Someone familiar?" Zhou had been married to the Yang family for thirty years, and she had seen everyone in the Yang family. "Who? Ask the servants to ask around."
Yang Yu smiled bitterly: "Do you still remember Yang Xiaojiao?"
Suddenly hearing the name again, Zhou didn't react for a moment, and then slowly tentatively asked: "Father's concubine, isn't she... dead?" She died in the cold palace a few years ago.
"I'm talking about her. I must have seen it wrong."
Zhou supported Yang Yu and said, "Second sister, don't worry about it. You have just recovered from your illness recently. You can't worry too much."
This place was still some distance from the foot of the mountain, so the few of them returned to the carriage.
Zhou closed her eyes and thought back to the past. Suddenly, she said to the old nanny beside her, "I remember that the concubine seemed to have given birth before she was brought back. Go check if her child is still alive and whether she has come to Huachao County."
Madam Kang nodded and said, "Madam, even if it is her, so what? I estimate that the child is almost thirty years old."
"What's wrong with being thirty years old?" Zhou said ruthlessly, "Look at Yang Yu's expression. Even if she is thirty years old, as long as she looks like Yang Xiaojiao, there is a way to send her to the dragon bed. Besides, even if she can't, she always has children. After all, they all have the blood of the Yang family flowing in their veins."
Nanny Kang said nothing more. The situation of the Yang family had been very bad recently. The master had been demoted frequently in the palace. The official position he had been promoted to thanks to his concubine's son was now about to be "restored".
If they can’t find a solution, the Yang family will probably fall.
It's just a pity for the concubine's family.
In Kang Ma's memory, more than 20 years ago, when Yang Xiaojiao first came to the capital, she had snow-white skin, a timid look, and red and swollen eyes from crying. She was wearing a snow-white cloak, like a snow-white rabbit demon that accidentally broke into the human world.
That day, everyone in the Yang family breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Nanny Kang was reluctant, she had no choice but to watch coldly as the weak and vulnerable rabbit fell into the trap step by step.
Whether by coaxing or abduction, the rabbits were obtained and then cooked into a delicacy and offered on the altar in exchange for a good harvest next year.