A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1463 - 284: The Truth of the Past, Han Mountain, Han Mountain

Yan Nanfeng laughed and said, "It’s alright, even if I die on the way, take my corpse there, and it would be as if I’ve seen the place."

Yan Hua threw herself onto him and wailed, "How can you be so cruel to me?"

Yun Ya couldn’t bear to watch any longer and turned her back, "How about this, I’ll arrange for a car to escort you, I’ll come too, to take care of him on the way." She had to make sure he didn’t die before reaching the place. A dying man’s last wish had to be fulfilled.

Yun Ya felt her nose tingle and quickly ran out. She didn’t use the Yan Family’s people but asked Cheng Chang to arrange for two cars. The group set off southward.

It was already nine o’clock in the morning the next day when they arrived at Han Mountain. Several times along the way, Yan Nanfeng almost didn’t make it. It was Yun Ya who repeatedly pulled him back from the brink of death. Yan Nanfeng also had a strong will to survive, managing to hold on through the entire journey.

The main peak of Han Mountain stands over 1,800 meters tall, renowned for its beauty, majesty, danger, greenery, mystery, and uniqueness. The seasons are distinct: in spring, the vegetation turns green, with peach blossoms in full, radiant bloom all over the mountains; in the height of summer, the trees are luxuriant and verdant; in late autumn, the chrysanthemums are yellow and the maple leaves crimson, painting the forests in vivid colors; in deep winter, the icy cliffs and frosty pines are draped in a silver-wrapped splendor.

On the main peak, nestled amidst lush forest, lies the ancient Hanshan Temple, with a history of a thousand years. Only one sheep-gut path leads up the mountain, meant for truly devout individuals who must complete the journey on foot, prostrating with three kneels and nine bows at the mountain gate. Such sincerity would surely move Buddha, resolving even the greatest challenges.

Throughout history, whether princes or paupers, regardless of status, have walked this path; sincerity corresponds to efficacy. Thus, Hanshan Temple is known in Country Hua as the premier ancient temple, with incense offerings never ceasing. No matter the season, seekers of Buddha can always be seen.

"So, this is Han Mountain." Yan Nanfeng gazed at the towering mountain, so majestic and splendid, the clouds swirling around in winter, the cliffs and icy peaks. His eyes reflected the vast mountain ranges, eventually softening to a smile of release at the corners of his mouth.

Yun Ya left the space to the two of them and wandered around the surroundings.

Yan Nanfeng was carried up to Hanshan Temple. As he looked at the temple gate within reach, he turned and asked, "Is this where you stayed as a child?"

Yan Hua nodded, her eyes filled with nostalgia.

Yan Nanfeng took her hand as they walked inside. The temple wasn’t very crowded, perhaps due to the cold weather.

A young monk sweeping the floor saw her come in and suddenly pointed at her in disbelief, "Fei... Senior Fei Xin?"

Yan Hua smilingly said, "Fei Ye, in the blink of an eye, you’ve grown so tall."

Fei Ye dropped the broom and dashed off, shouting as he ran, "Master, Master, Senior Fei Xin is back... Senior Fei Xin is back..." For a moment, the world was filled with Fei Ye’s loud voice. All the monks in the temple heard it, and even the incense visitors and tourists couldn’t help but look over.

Yan Nanfeng laughed, "So your monastic name is Fei Xin."

She tilted her head and smiled brightly, dazzling his entire world, "It was given to me by my master."

As they spoke, a group of monks of varying ages gathered around, calling her "Senior" and "Junior Sister" in a warm manner; it was clear that Yan Hua was very well-liked in the temple.

She nodded with a smile to each one, correctly calling out each person’s name. The monks whose names were called smiled happily.

"Senior Sister, you’ve been gone so many years, I thought you’d forgotten about us, but you’re finally back to see us." A young boy with two little tiger teeth grinned, looking about thirteen or fourteen, his smile was sunny.

Yan Hua smiled and patted his bald head, "Even if I forget anyone, I could never forget you, little Fei Yun."

Fei Yun grinned broadly, quite simple-mindedly.

"Fei Xin." A tall adult monk smiled at Yan Hua, his gaze warm, "Master has always been thinking about you over these years. He’s going to the Capital City a few months from now for a lecture and said he would visit you then. Who would’ve thought you’d come now; Master will surely be happy to know this."

Yan Hua replied, "Senior Brother Fei Tan."

Senior Brother Fei Tan was the master’s first disciple and the next Host. When she was young, Senior Brother Fei Tan took great care of her.

Fei Tan glanced at the man standing beside Yan Hua and, with just one look, determined that this man didn’t have much time left. At this moment, a man walked out. Although he was over seventy, draped in robes and holding a magic wand, he showed no signs of age. His face resembled the Buddha statue in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, lacking some solemnity but adding a touch of compassion. That gaze, faintly looking over, made one’s heart feel as if filled with warm water, full of touching emotions.