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She could also see that the old monk was hiding something, but she was doing it for the sake of her parents' fate. She had no choice but to seize this opportunity and secretly make the decision to get the old monk's help no matter what.

Only the old monk was left in the room. His face was solemn as if he was talking to someone, but he also seemed to be talking to himself, "This bowl of tea doesn't seem to be very nice to drink."

With that, he took a sip of the tea and put the bowl down.

The evening breeze blew gently, giving off the fragrance of rouge.

In her mind, she recalled the words of the old monk. Her calm heart was disturbed by these strange events, and what she thought of most was her blessed parents. If she didn't want happiness in this life, she would make her parents keep together.

The kerosene lamp on the table flickered, and her heart beat faster. She wanted to sleep, but she couldn't. She counted over a hundred sheep, but it was no use at all. At this time, she was still reciting modern sleeping pills.

"Hu hu hu hu, I'm going crazy!"

She could not fall asleep, so she took her clothes and slowly walked to the table to sit down. She casually picked up the tweezers on the table and fiddled with the lamp wick, causing the room to light up a lot, but it was unable to illuminate her heart, as for the scene where she fell asleep today, the tragic and beautiful ending of love, and that unswerving love, Yao Sisi was currently full of guilt and self-blame. She did not know why she cursed her parents in her previous life, but she knew that no matter what it was, she could not stay out of it.

She raised her hands to cover her ears and closed her eyes, still unable to get rid of the sadness. Helpless, Yao Sisi got up and opened the door to the old monk's small courtyard, which had a faint yellow light shining through it. She knew that the old monk was also awake, so she silently looked at the old monk's door and did not take another step forward.

She looked at the shadow on the window apologetically and sighed softly, "I didn't expect that I would cause so many people to be unable to sleep soundly. Could it be that I am actually a scourge? Or maybe I really am a jinx. "

In the meditation room, the old monk sat cross-legged, but his eyes were wide open as he held a Buddhist scripture in his hand. His half-white eyebrows were slightly knit, and he was unable to read even a single word of the scripture. He breathed in and out as he looked at the empty air, thinking, "Master, if you were, what would you do, would you agree to it?"

No one answered him, the old monk stretched his legs and stood up, picked up the bowl of tea, poured the tea, and finished it in one go. No matter how he looked at it, his actions were very pleasing to the eye, and he did not have the slightest sense of rudeness. He drank three bowls of cold tea in a row before stopping, standing still and looking at a painting on the wall, which reminded the old monk of the story his master told him when he was still young. I have seen through the worldly realm for many years, and have escaped to an empty space. Everyday, I have been in the midst of these green mountains and white clouds.

His Master said: Go and light a lamp, it will not only illuminate you, but it will also not leave your shadow, and you will be enlightened!

Dozens of years had passed …

There was a nunnery that was famous far and wide, and everyone called it the Ten Thousand Lights; for it was filled with lamps, thousands of them, and people walked into it as if they were walking into a sea of lights, splendid and splendid.

Even though she was now old and had hundreds of apprentices, she was still unhappy, because even though she had done a great deed and lit a lamp, she would always see her own shadow no matter where she put the lamp at her feet or on top of it, or even when she was surrounded by a sea of lights. It could even be said that the brighter the light, the more the shadow; the more the light, the more the shadow.

She was perplexed, but no longer had a master to ask, because her master was long dead and she herself would not live much longer.

It was said that she had finally comprehended it just before she died.

She did not find what she had been looking for all her life among the ten thousand lights, but she did learn in the dark dusting room. She found that no matter how high her achievement was, no matter how bright the lights were, they could only create shadows behind her.

There was only one way to make himself clear and untroubled.

She lit a heartlamp.

The corner of his eyes revealed a hint of joy. That's right, since he had already resolved the issue of life and death, what else did the other costs matter? His master always said that saving a person's life was better than building a seven-level pagoda, and Buddha could even cut meat and feed an eagle, so what couldn't he do? After thinking through all of this, the old monk stretched out his arms and blew out the oil lamp that was about to burn out. He laid on the bed peacefully with his eyes closed.

Yao Sisi stood fixedly at a corner of the courtyard. When she saw that the lights in the room had been extinguished, she silently turned around and walked back to her room. She casually grabbed a book to read and unknowingly, the sun had risen.

After a simple wash, Yao Sisi returned to the bedside to take a nap. After breakfast, she could no longer suppress her impatience and hurriedly ran over to where the old monk was.

When she went in, the old monk had already opened the door. When he saw Yao Sisi come in, he was slightly stunned for a moment before gesturing her to sit at the side.

The old monk took out a turtle shell from his bosom and seriously said to Yao Sisi, "The female monk wants to accurately calculate the time, that requires a certain price. Are you willing to cut off your finger to pay for this turtle shell?"

Yao Sisi agreed without any hesitation. Following which, the old monk pricked her finger and dripped three drops of blood on the back of the turtle shell. Then, she gestured for Yao Sisi to prick her middle finger and cover the entire turtle shell with her blood.

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze! Even if the turtle shell was only the size of a baby's fist, it wouldn't be so easy to fill its surface with the blood of her middle finger. She drew it three times with her knife, squeezed it together for ten minutes, and roughly estimated that she had lost a hundred milliliters of blood.

She didn't feel sorry for this little bit of blood. She just felt that it was too tiring and that she could just cut her wrist a few times. She really didn't understand why this old monk was so persistent.

In fact, it was not that the old monk did not wish to be inconvenient, but rather this sort of forceful divination. There was no shortcut, and even though he had only bled three drops of blood, he had suffered the most damage. As the spellcaster, he had to consume ten years of his lifespan at a time, and from then on, his entire body would feel pain every three months.

After the talisman was pasted onto the head of the tortoise shell, three minutes had passed yet there was no sign of movement. Before Yao Sisi could even open her eyes, she finally saw the talisman slowly turning red, as if it wanted to suck out all the blood from the tortoise shell. Only when the incantation was also red did this phenomenon finally stop.