Extra 2 Yaotai
"Yaotai."
"Yaotai?"
"Yaotai... Yaotai! Wake up!"
Xiang Yaotai woke up in a daze and saw the blurry figure in front of him: "What's wrong..."
"Today I need to go to Nanshan Ganyu Temple to pray for blessings." The girl who called him up said worriedly, "Didn't I just tell you yesterday? You can forget this... Could it be that your condition has worsened?"
Xiang Yaotai said . The words "Who are you" stuck in my throat.
The scene before her eyes gradually became clearer, and she came back to her senses and remembered.
Her name was Xiang Yaotai, and she fainted from excitement because she caught her boyfriend in bed a month ago.
The hospital found out that she had advanced gastric cancer and was told that she would not survive for two months.
She had no choice but to drop out of school for chemotherapy, and her boyfriend, who she had been with for several years, also chose to leave her.
Just yesterday, Xiang Yaotai's university classmate An Xiaomin, who majored in the same history as Xiang Yaotai and was very interested in the history of the Great Xia Dynasty, told Xiang Yaotai that students from their major had organized a tour. Visit Nanshan Ganyu Temple.
She planned to pray for Xiang Yaotai's safety. She heard that the empresses in Nanshan Temple were very spiritual.
For some reason, Xiang Yaotai was still in the hospital bed and couldn't get up, but when he heard the name of Nanshan Ganyu Temple, he was determined to go with her.
I can't explain why, but I just feel like I should go there.
...Xiang Yaotai also became a little confused when he thought of this.
Strange...why did she suddenly feel that An Xiaomin was so strange just now?
It's like I haven't seen him for many years.
Xiang Yaotai shook his head, met An Xiaomin's worried eyes, and said: "It's okay, it's just that I seemed to have had a long dream and I didn't wake up."
An Xiaomin breathed a sigh of relief and said casually: "I'm just telling you, have you ever heard that stomach cancer can cause Alzheimer's disease... nightmares?"
Xiang Yaotai shook his head again, his lips a fragile pale color.
"Probably...it's not a nightmare."
Otherwise, waking up wouldn't be so peaceful.
Even a little relaxing.
She remembered that in her dream, she seemed to have met a group of very good partners, two of whom had a very good relationship.
Looking back, I can only recall some fragmentary traces in my mind, like a swallow passing without a trace.
Until we took the bus all the way and arrived at the foot of Nanshan Mountain with An Xiaomin, Xiang Yaotai was still immersed in the emotions of his dream, feeling lost.
An Xiaomin took her arm out of the car and said: "I specially invited my major classmates to accompany you. Come on, go for a walk in the mountains. Just think of it as a way to relax."
While talking, there was a tour guide leading a group of people. Young men and women were introducing the history of Nanshan with loudspeakers: "What we are going to next is the Ganyu Temple in Nanshan in the old Chaojing - Chaojing was the capital of the Xia Dynasty. There was no such mountain here originally. It was later As time passed, the movement of the earth's crust caused the formation of Nanshan..."
"This Ganyu Temple in Nanshan was once named a royal temple. During the Shengyuan Period, the love story between the female prime minister Qiu Che and Princess Lehe was widely circulated among the people, and it once became a holy place for marriage. ..."
"Oh, yes, everyone knows about the female prime minister, Qiu Che, right?"
The crowd shouted sparsely, "Yes!"
"The couple who showed off their affection most openly, who doesn't know about it,"
the tour guide laughed . Said: "The empress in the temple is very effective. You can not only seek marriage, but also peace!"
Xiang Yaotaichu listened for a long time, with a happy smile on his lips that he didn't even notice.
An Xiaomin called her: "What are you doing...haven't you heard this hundreds of times? This is what we learn. Why, are you addicted to learning again?"
Xiang Yaotai shook his head and said nothing.
Countless people come to Nanshan for tourism every year, but strangely enough, Xiang Yaotai has learned the history of Daxia for so long, but he has never thought of visiting here.
The mountain is not too high. When you go up the mountain, the first thing you see is the peach blossom forest hidden behind the bamboo forest.
It spreads all the way from outside the temple to the temple, and the scarlet color is charming.
The two of them were amazed. After admiring the peach forest scenery for a while, they bought some incense and followed the crowds of people into the temple.
After queuing for a long time, we finally got to them.
An Xiaomin pushed towards Yaotai, indicating for her to bow first.
Holding the incense to the Yaotai, he bowed three times to the unknown, kind-hearted empress on the stage.
Then he stood up and took the blessing of peace from the young monk next to him.
ââThis is the tradition here. Anyone who comes to Nanshan to worship Buddha, no matter what they ask for, will be given a blessing of peace.
The little monk smiled and said the blessing he would send to everyone: "May you be happy and peaceful."
He said "Thank you" to Yaotai.
But as soon as she took it, she looked up and suddenly saw a figure walking by in the direction of the temple entrance not far away.
Xiang Yaotai's heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, he suddenly froze in place.
The next moment, another familiar figure walked over.
The two people had slender backs, standing side by side and walking away.
In the blink of an eye, the tourists queuing in front of me were shaken and completely blocked.
Xiang Yaotai remembered.
ââThose are the backs of the two people in her dream!
Xiang Yaotai stretched out her hand to push away the crowd in front of her, holding on to her hat, and subconsciously chased after him: "Wait a minute...Wait a minute!"
She hurried out the door and suddenly stopped the car.
Looking around, she could only pass by tourists chatting and laughing.
She is independent in it, like a lonely soul breaking into another world.
It's been a long time...or maybe it hasn't been that long.
Xiang Yaotai heard someone calling her from behind: "Yao Taiââ"
The voice came from far away, and then someone pulled Xiang Yaotai's shoulder.
The visitor was panting and murmuring: "What are you doing? You couldn't hear me when I called you. Why did you run out all of a sudden? You..."
Before he finished speaking, An Xiaomin paused suddenly and said in a panic: " What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"
Xiang Yaotai was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to wipe his cheek, and he felt a touch of coolness.
She stared at her slightly moist fingertips for a moment, still shaking her head and saying nothing.
An Xiaomin was worried about her condition. Seeing that she had finished praying, she said she would not stay any longer and wanted to pull her away.
Yaotai was helpless: "I'm already like this, no matter how bad my health can be, how
can I be worse?" An Xiaomin said: "What if Ping An Fu is useful? Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing."
She asked the little boy in front of the temple again Master: "Are you right?"
The young master clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha. Sincerity leads to spirituality."
Xiang Yaotai took one last look at the plaque on Ganyu Temple, and suddenly touched something with his hand in his pocket.
"What happened again?"
Xiang Yaotai said: "Wait a minute."
His heart was beating fast, and his hand trembled inexplicably when he took out the peace blessing.
The style is a bit old, but it is still as neat as new, and it can be seen that it is well preserved.
An Xiaomin came over and took a look: "Hey, that's weird, yours is old, mine is new."
Xiang Yaotai still said nothing.
The Ping An Fu was bulging inside, and it felt like it contained some tiny gadgets.
She took it out, put it in her palm, and saw it clearly.
That's a pair of earrings.
Xiang Yaotai remembered that hazy dream again and vaguely understood it.
She said how familiar it was.
ââIt turned out to be an old friend.
Separated by long time and mountains and seas, they saw the same scenery.
And after a thousand years, the blessing of her old friend finally fell into her hands.
I wish her much joy and everlasting peace.
This is the completion of a whole reincarnation. Regardless of whether Yaotai dies in the end or not, the story is already complete.
So the ending of Yaotai is oe, everyone can imagine by themselves.
I will write the modern chapter later.