The familiar outline in the bronze mirror has become cold and stiff, and Pingguang has packed up the red bedding, saying that he will burn it to the owner so that she can enjoy it in the underworld.
The underworld, the afterlife...really exist for eternity?
Watching them carry Huici out, close the door, and tell them that if they want to stay still, maybe they want to do something to help her.
With the weak light, I carefully grind the ink, dip my brush into the ink, and slowly move towards the rice paper to write something, but the pen cannot fall down. A drop of ink splashes on the rice paper, and the smoke melts away. The fresh life is there.
After a while, the pen fell quietly, and no one could understand the loneliness and pain in it. Put down the pen, put it neatly, and thought, if Huici really has a spirit, let her write her life on this piece of paper.
He touched the hairpin in his arms and shook his head. His abilities were limited. Since Huici is dead, let these secrets end with her sad life.
I walked out of her room, turned around and closed the door silently. The cool wind blew by. I looked up suddenly. The moment the door closed, I clearly saw Huici wearing a peacock blue dress, with her hair in a bun like a cloud, and her pink neck lightly.
Shazheng sat upright and smiled softly at me.
She was so shocked that she quickly left her room in a cold sweat. Pingguang walked in with an anxious face. When he saw me, he wiped the sweat from his face and said, "Jingyun, do you still have lamp oil in your room? The host asked us to go directly
We burned Huici, but there is not much oil left in the temple."
"My mother brought some up last time, and there are still a lot. I'm going to get it now!" He quickly nodded and went back into the house, handed the oil to her, and suddenly thought of something and said: "Have you done all the rituals so quickly?"
Hearing this, Pingguang was a little embarrassed and said: "I forgot to buy cinnabar when I went down the mountain last time. The host said there was no need to do it and I just burned it."
"How can that be done? If the host doesn't do it, I will go to Huaiyuan Temple to find a monk to do it now!" He stubbornly thought that since Huici has been sent to her last journey, she should finish her posthumous affairs by herself.
"But... Jingyun, there are too many things like this in the nunnery, and you can't handle it." Ping Guang stopped me and said with a look of familiarity.
"What would you think if Pingguang was treated like this after his death?" He bowed slightly to her and said, "Jingyun said this not to blame Pingguang, but people always have to put themselves in others' shoes and treat others well.
be good to yourself."
Pingguang moved his mouth but stopped talking. In the Zhou and Jin Dynasties when Buddhism was popular, people believed that if a person does not perform rituals after death, he will not be reincarnated in the next life.
"I'm going to Huaiyuan Temple to borrow cinnabar now." With oil and black ink on his fingers, he rubbed them and walked towards Huaiyuan Temple.
I looked back at Ping Guang. She raised her big fat hands and waved to me. She smiled with her round face and her eyes were squeezed. This was the last time I saw her.