Chapter 134: Did I Really Get Out?
Jiang Wan breathed heavily.
Looking at the blood on her hands.
She was still weeping on her face, but in her heart, she had let out a sigh of relief.
She had escaped; the humiliation of today would be repaid a hundredfold in the future.
She couldn’t spare the energy to look after her grandmother.
Her grandmother had been sent inside, but came out soon after.
Her grandmother seemed to have gone mad, alternating between madness and clarity.
Fortunately, the next day, her aunt actually sent someone to pick them up.
The Seventh Prince’s army had arrived, and Jiang Changtian had no choice but to open the gates.
She finally followed them and left this hellish place.
This black room in the Buddhist hall was the nightmare of her heart, a place filled with countless demons.
Fortunately, it was all over.
She left Ming County.
Following the foresight of her dreams, she resolved dangers step by step.
She married Chu Xi as she wished, climbing higher step by step until she reached the position of Empress.
She sat firmly on the Empress’s throne and was pregnant with her second child. On this day, the Emperor invited a high monk to lecture on the scriptures.
The high monk’s face was like that of a celestial being, incomparably beautiful, making one afraid to look directly at him.
Every word of his was like a Sanskrit sound, speaking directly into people’s hearts.
He was like a true Buddha descended into the world, every movement tugging at people’s hearts.
Jiang Wan did not believe in Buddhism, yet she could not help but develop trust in this person.
Listening to him talk about Buddhist dharma made people weep.
He, however, had a calm expression, like a true Bodhisattva, looking at you without a ripple of emotion.
He lectured on Buddhist dharma in the palace, and the entire palace became much more peaceful. Her temperament also became more balanced, and she even felt that the palpitations she had suffered from the fright in Ming County years ago had improved significantly.
The old hidden wounds on the Emperor’s body also seemed to have eased considerably.
That day, the Emperor wanted to hold a Buddhist assembly for the high monk.
At that time, all the civil and military officials and their wives would attend.
The high monk wore golden cassocks, his head crowned with golden light, his gaze cold and clear. Seeing him was like seeing a Bodhisattva descended to earth, and one dared not look directly at him.
That was the largest Buddhist assembly in the history of the dynasty, and it also signaled the prosperity of the current dynasty.
The high monk’s understanding of Buddhist dharma was profound. Listening to him lecture, the civil and military officials on the scene were moved, and the wives of the officials covered their noses and wept.
Even though Jiang Wan had heard it once, she was still weeping.
She sat beside the Emperor, seeing that the Emperor’s eyes were also slightly red.
She held the Emperor’s hand, their eyes meeting, silently filled with affection. It had not been easy to be together and walk to this position in this lifetime.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, she was grasping the Emperor’s hand, and only the hand remained; the Emperor had split open.
He split open right in front of her.
Blood clots splattered all over her. Half of a charred heart fell out, trailing blood vessels, swaying. Her own legs were gone, and she had also split open.
Before her eyes, it was like a grand firework display.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Explosions continued incessantly. Many people flew up and split apart.
Blood and limbs were splattered everywhere.
Jiang Wan was closest to the high monk. She crawled over; the high monk’s position had not exploded.
She had no legs, so she dragged her body, inch by inch, moving over.
She heard the high monk still chanting scriptures:
“All evil karma created in the past, are all caused by beginningless greed, anger, and ignorance. Born from body, speech, and mind, all of which I now repent.”
He was chanting the sutras for deliverance, his face compassionate, his eyes calm, watching as countless people died, howled, and screamed at the scene. He still calmly chanted: “No anger, no ignorance, no joy, no sorrow, no good, no evil…”
Jiang Wan’s eyes widened. This, this high monk, was actually him, it was him.
She died of terror, breathing her last.
She passed away, and the fetus in her belly seemed to still be twitching.
The door opened.
The sky was bright.
Light poured in.
Jiang Wan clutched her belly, looking at her legs that were still there, looking at the crowd outside.
She saw her mad older brother.
She saw her Father, whose face was covered in blood.
She saw her grandmother, who looked worried.
She saw her Mother, who was holding her younger sister.
She saw crowds of men in black, wearing armor and helmets.
She saw Jiang Changtian, who was sitting there with his eyes closed, resting.
He had a calm expression, like a true Bodhisattva, looking at her without a ripple of emotion.
She crawled backward in terror.
Don’t go out, don’t go out, she didn’t want to go out.
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