A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1464 - 284: The Truth of That Year, Han Mountain Han Mountain_7

He was the 185th host of Hanshan Temple, Master Huiming, a truly enlightened monk. In his youth, he devoted himself to spreading Buddhism, frequently preaching and transmitting scriptures. His footprints could be found in every corner of the country. After the previous host passed away, he was entrusted with the position. During his term, he took on the responsibility for Hanshan Temple, managing it well, without any trace of modern temple commercialization.

Master Huiming was not attached to trivialities. When Yan Hua was sent here initially and he felt a connection with the child, he made an exception to accept her as a secular disciple, giving her the Dharma name Fei Xin.

When Yan Hua saw the old host, her eyes immediately welled up with tears. She walked over and knelt in front of him, "Your disciple is not filial, greetings to Master."

"Amitabha, please rise, benefactor." Master Huiming’s compassionate voice sounded.

Yan Hua said, "Master, I came back to see you."

Master Huiming’s eyes were full of smiles, "The ground is cold, benefactor, you may catch a chill, quickly get up."

Fei Ye helped her to her feet and joked, "Senior, who is he? Is he your boyfriend?"

Master Huiming glanced at him, "Fei Ye, do not speak frivolously."

Fei Ye stuck out his tongue and quickly hid behind Yan Hua.

Yan Nanfeng greeted Master Huiming with a smile, "The junior greets Master Huiming."

Master Huiming’s gaze swept across his face, "Let’s continue inside."

With those words, he turned and walked away with large strides.

Yan Hua led Yan Nanfeng by the hand to follow, while Fei Ye watched with a grin. Occasionally, he whispered to Fei Yun, who was scolded a few times by Fei Tan. The two feared the senior brother the most, promptly becoming obedient.

Inside the meditation room, the three sat down. Yan Hua asked, "Master, how is your health these days?"

Huiming nodded, serving tea to the two, "Still alright."

Yan Hua introduced, "Master, this is my fifth uncle."

Huiming glanced up at Yan Nanfeng, "Illness is an opportunity to resolve karma and repay debts. Cultivate compassion, Bodhicitta, vow and pray, and contemplate throughout life."

Yan Nanfeng smiled, "Thank you, Master, I have learned."

Huiming sighed and said, "It truly is a fateful encounter. When this life’s bond ends, may it continue in the next...."

His murmuring voice was heard by no one.

After a while, Huiming asked, "Where is the young friend who came with you?"

Yan Hua realized he was referring to Yun Ya and exclaimed, "How did Master know she also came?"

Master Huiming showed a rather mysterious smile, just shook his head, and said nothing more.

Yan Hua said, "I don’t know where she went either. She left by herself after arriving, saying she wanted to see the mountain scenery. Does Master want to see her?"

Huiming shook his head, "Fated ones will naturally meet."

Yan Hua knew Master Huiming was an enlightened monk with his own intentions, so she didn’t ask further.

The two left Master Huiming’s meditation room. Yan Nanfeng said, "Master Huiming truly is an enlightened monk. To be enlightened by him is a blessing for three lifetimes."

His face, bathed in sunlight, seemed almost transparent, as if he would vanish in an instant. Her heart was anxious, she instinctively grasped him, "Uncle...."

He chuckled, ruffling her hair. Just this simple action was strenuous for him, and his hand fell weakly onto her shoulder after being raised halfway.

Her heart ached, as if twisted. He rested his chin on her shoulder, breathing faintly, his warm breath brushing against her neck and earlobe.

She held him like that; even just hearing his breath was enough for her.

Fei Ye approached from afar but didn’t come forward, "Senior, the meditation room has been prepared for you."

Yan Hua gestured to him, "Fei Ye, come and lend a hand."

Fei Ye jogged over, helping Yan Hua carry Yan Nanfeng to the meditation room. Wiping sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, he glanced at the man lying on the bed and whispered, "Senior, is he going to die soon?"

Yan Hua nodded, her fingers gently caressing his cheek.

Fei Ye clasped his hands together, "Amitabha... Senior, you must be strong."

Fei Ye sighed, turned around, and walked out, leaving the space for the two of them.

Step by step, Yun Ya walked to the gate of Hanshan Temple, glanced at the plaque, and stepped inside.

Within the temple, the monks greeted her. She stopped a passing monk and asked, "Excuse me, young monk, have you seen a young girl of about sixteen or a gravely ill man?"

The monk glanced at her, quickly lowered his head, internally chanting, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form," before saying, "Are you a friend of Senior Fei Xin?"

Fei Xin? That should be Huahua’s Dharma name, Yun Ya nodded, "Yes."

"Come with me." Fei Ye turned and walked ahead, silently chanting sutras in his heart. As a monk, he could not be swayed by transient appearances.