He titheted and said gently: "The two female benefactors, why don't you come to our valley, but you are lost?"

"Is Master Yuanzhi here?" The dashing and charming girl in black tithes her and looks around.

Fakong said: "The female donor is looking for her master?"

"Master?!" The graceful woman covered in black gauze, with vaguely white skin visible, cried out.

Fakong nodded slowly: "Master has passed away."

"Passed away..." The woman in black gauze murmured, shaking her head vigorously: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Fakong glanced at her and did not ask rashly.

The girl in black frowned and said, "When did Master Yuanzhi pass away?"

"Master passed away on May 16th," Fakong said.

When he told the time, he was suddenly shocked.

I have only been in this world for more than three months, but so many things have happened in these three months, it feels like thirty years have passed.

"How could..." the woman in black gauze murmured, in disbelief.

She gently took off her black veil, revealing a face that was both happy and angry, extremely beautiful, and her skin was white and flawless.

Her almond eyes, peach cheeks, and red lips as plump and rosy as cherries exude fatal temptation, tempting others to take a bite.

At this time, the snow-white and delicate face was already covered with tears, and the tears were still falling uncontrollably.

Fa Kong remained silent.

He judged that this woman should be in her forties, had advanced cultivation and was already in the Shenyuan realm, and was a master of the Moon Fishing Dao.

Although the beauty-preserving effect of Diaoyue Dao martial arts is not as strong as that of Mingyue An, it is already stronger than other martial arts. The cultivation level is high when you are young, and you will age very slowly.

He was very familiar with the aura of Diaoyue Dao, and he felt the aura of Diao Yuedao when he saw this woman.

The girl in black moved her green and white jade fingers to calculate: "It's almost four months, why is there no news at all?!"

Fakong shook his head and sighed.

Yuan Zhi is a disciple who has been disabled from martial arts. Everyone in the Vajra Temple is very secretive. How can the news get out?

The woman in black gauze suddenly softened.

"Aunt Yan." The girl in black hurriedly supported her.

Fakong said: "Let's go into the pavilion and talk."

The girl in black helped the middle-aged woman up the corridor and into the Yingxin Pavilion.

After sitting down, the middle-aged woman stood up again, turned around and held the pillar of the pavilion to look towards the mountain wall.

Strings of tears rustled down, sliding across the white and delicate face, falling and quickly seeping into the blue brick floor.

The girl in black looked at her slightly shaking back and shook her head.

My heart is filled with infinite sympathy and regret.

I originally thought it was a happy reunion, but it turned out to be an eternal separation.

I was too careless, I should have checked for information in advance.

If she knew this was the case, she shouldn't have encouraged Aunt Yan to come over. I didn't know that Yuan Zhi was dead, and Aunt Yan still had something on her mind.

Now that I know it, I am probably heartbroken.

She turned to look at Fakong: "Don't you ask who we are?"

"The two female donors are...?"

"This is my Aunt Yan, Tang Yueyan." The girl in black said calmly: "I am Yang Ying."

"Donor Yang, Donor Tang." Fakong said calmly: "Poor monk Fakong."

"Monk Fakong, how did Master Yuanzhi pass away? Was he sick, or was he harmed by someone?" Her starry eyes burned.

If there is a murderer, then Aunt Yan still has a hope for revenge. At least this hope will support her through this period of time.

"Master died at the end of his life and died without any illness." Fakong said slowly: "He passed away suddenly."

"What words can you leave behind before passing away?" Yang Ying asked.

Fakong shook his head gently.

"You didn't leave any verses?"

"No."

"How has Yuanzhi... been doing these years?" Tang Yueyan turned her back to them and asked in a low voice.

Her voice trembled.

"It's okay." Fakong said slowly: "I put my love on the medicinal materials. I work when the sun rises and rest when the sun sets. It's quiet and peaceful."

"Is he really peaceful?" Tang Yueyan asked tremblingly, "He doesn't complain... doesn't hate?"

Fa Kong was silent.

No matter how stupid he is, he can still guess Tang Yueyan's identity now.

But I never expected that Master Yuan Zhi’s lover would turn out to be a disciple of Diaoyue Dao.

He was extremely curious as to why Master Yuan Zhi fell in love with her.

Although Tang Yueyan is beautiful, there are so many beauties in the world. Why does Master Yuan Zhi like her so much?

He resisted the urge to use Fate Communication.

After all, it is already a thing of the past, and the master is dead, the deceased is gone, and the past has gone with the wind.

Such a situation, so what if you know it, so what if you don't know it, there is really nothing to be curious about.

"Fakong, tell me how Yuan Zhi is doing." Tang Yueyan turned around and wiped away her tears.

Her snow-white face was already flushed, her eyelids were red and swollen, and her cheeks were white and rosy, which was very charming.

His tearful eyes stared at Fakong with a pleading expression.

"Yes, tell the truth." Yang Ying said softly: "Aunt Yan has a deep love for Master Yuanzhi and has never married. Although they are separated, their hearts are connected."

"Ying'er!" Tang Yueyan said.

Yang Ying stuck out her sweet tongue and quickly shut up.

Fa Kong looked up at the sky and fell into memories.

"Wait a minute." He suddenly jumped out of the small pavilion and floated into the house. Fan Ning and Lin Feiyang looked over with concern.

Fakong waved his hands at them, indicating that they should ignore them, went into the house, took a box, and floated back to the small pavilion.

The two women's eyes fell on the purple box.

The box was about one foot square. When it was opened, there was a string of Buddhist beads inside.

It's just that one of the beads in this string is made of red coral, which is incompatible with the other beads. It's the one that Yuan Zhi wears all the time.

"Every night, Master will sit under the moonlight and stare at this string of beads in trance." Fa Kong pointed to the beads.

Tang Yueyan burst into tears again.

She reached into her bosom with her jade hand and took out a sachet. The sachet tipped over and a Buddha bead rolled down on her jade palm.

Fa Kong knew at a glance that this Buddhist bead was the missing one in Yuan Zhi's string of Buddhist beads.

Fakong sighed.

It seems that Master Yuan Zhi has never forgotten his love and has always been in love with Tang Yueyan.

And Tang Yueyan could not forget her love, and always thought of her master Yuan Zhi.

"Monk, give this string of Buddhist beads to Aunt Yan."

"...Okay." Fakong nodded slowly.

He picked up the beads with both hands and handed them to Tang Yueyan.

If this string of beads is left here, why not give it to Tang Yueyan? Maybe this is Master Yuanzhi's wish.

Tang Yueyan's jade hands were trembling as she slowly approached the Buddha bead. Finally, she held it with both palms, slowly placed it on her heart, and held it tightly, feeling heartbroken.

She began to sob, the more she sobbed, the more violent she became, and finally she burst into tears.

After twenty years of waiting, I thought that the world would change and time would pass, and the clouds would clear and the fog would clear, and we would finally see each other. But in the end, it turned out that heaven and earth were separated forever, and we could never see each other again!

We agreed to forget each other in the world, but we can never forget each other.

We promised to meet again in twenty years, but we couldn't.

The Dharma is empty and tithing, and it is silent.

Yang Ying's eyes turned red.

She pursed her red lips tightly to prevent herself from crying.
To be continued...