Chapter 37

C37 – Amitropan!

In the night’s quiet, Teng Yu waited until Yin Xu’s breathing steadied before opening his eyes. He gently nudged Yin Xu and softly uttered, “Huo Tian, Huo Tian...”

Observing no response, Teng Yu attributed it to the medicine’s effect. He rose, dressed silently, and exited the tent.

Once alone, Yin Xu finally revealed a triumphant grin, his eyes fluttering open.

Hastily dressing, he positioned a pillow beneath his blanket to simulate a body, then hastened after her.

Within the Loong’an Temple, Mo Hanshan donned fresh attire, concealing his gleaming bald head under a hat.

“The Third Prince arrives.” A rare smile graced his lips, imbuing him with a youthful vigor.

Affirming, Teng Yu advanced toward the blood pool, his gaze fixated greedily on the woman encased within the crystal coffin. Six years had elapsed since his mother’s passing, and memories of her gentle smile were fading.

Tonight might mark his final glimpse of her familiar visage, weighing heavily on Teng Yu’s heart.

Eventually, Teng Yu turned to Mo Hanshan, inquiring, “Uncle Mo, shall we commence?”

Mo Hanshan manipulated his Buddhist beads, chanting scriptures with practiced ease.

Having embraced monastic life for years, he had resolved to aid departed souls upon Ru Er’s resurrection, knowing it would not absolve his sins.

“The moment has arrived. Let us proceed.” With closed eyes, he signaled to the aged monk at his side.Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

A mournful cry soon filled the expansive stone chamber.

Reflecting on the close call, Yin Xu acknowledged the potency behind Teng Yu’s strike. A direct hit would have been fatal.

How ruthless! Yin Xu smirked, the remnants of his earlier guilt dissipated entirely. Casting a fleeting glance at Teng Yu, he departed the basement without further ado.

Teng Yu furrowed his brow, his concealed fingers quivering behind his back. Once more, that familiar scent—could it truly be him? But how could that be conceivable?

“No...” Ru’er... Ru Er... Mo Hanshan’s thoughts raced as he lunged toward the crystal coffin, enfolding the desiccated female corpse tightly, sobbing inconsolably.

“Amitabha!” Several elderly monks assumed a cross-legged position, palms pressed together in prayer. Simultaneously, they commenced the chanting of the Book of Life.

Teng Yu observed the scene in silence, his countenance devoid of emotion. He stood rigidly erect, reminiscent of the night six years prior when his mother had drawn her final breath.

However, tears had long ceased to be within his realm. His heart, wrought with hatred, had solidified like stone, while even his blood had turned icy.

Mo Hanshan clasped the finger that Empress Liu could no longer discern, intertwining his digits as he murmured softly, “Ru’er... I deeply regret not dissuading you from marrying him back then... I had intended to seek vengeance for you, but...” His voice trailed off.

Arranging Empress Liu’s opulent garments, he turned to Teng Yu with indifference. “Third Prince, do you know who took Ru’er’s life?”

Teng Yu affirmed with a nod. “I do.”

“Then will you seek justice for her?”

“Yes!” Teng Yu replied resolutely.

“Very well!” “Very well!” “Haha...” With all meridians shattered and bones broken, Mo Hanshan summoned his last ounces of strength, crawling into the crystal coffin to lie beside Empress Liu. Grasping her hand, he uttered, “Ru’er... in the desolate Yellow Springs, let me be your companion...”

“General...”

Teng Yu shut his eyes, suppressing the anguish gnawing at his core. The continuous recitation of sutras failed to soothe his troubled mind for an extended period.