newbobooks Chapter 126
Chapter 126
The golden sunlight finally shone on Jiang Ci, following the child's small figure.
He gave a soft "hmm".
Jiang Ci's gaze was calm as he looked into the child's bright eyes and smiled slightly.
"Dad, I miss you so much." Jiang Du leaned in next to his father, tugged at his clothes, and whispered.
He keenly sensed that his father seemed...not well.
Even though he appears gentle and peaceful now.
Jiang Ci leaned back on the sofa, took a breath, and suddenly said, "Jiang Du, we're moving tomorrow."
Jiang Du looked up in confusion, "Where are you moving to? Aren't you staying at Yujing Villa anymore?"
"Yes, move to Nanxiang Mansion."
Jiang Du pursed his lips. He didn't really want to move; he loved that place.
However, his father didn't look well; he wondered if he was sick. He decided to stay with his father anyway.
Jiang Du nodded, wisely refraining from asking any questions.
Jiang Ci's eyes were weary, and his gaze did not fall on the child. "You can pack whatever you want to take yourself. An uncle will help you take it with you."
He paused, then lowered his eyes. "If you still want to stay with Grandma, that's fine too. I won't force you."
There are many things that he couldn't achieve by forcing them.
Jiang Du spoke almost as soon as he finished speaking, "I like living with my dad."
Jiang Ci nodded calmly.
"Okay, but I still have some things to take care of, so you might have to stay here for a while. I'll come back and pick you up when I'm done, okay?"
"Okay, is Daddy going on a business trip?"
Jiang Ci shook his head. "It's a personal matter."
Jiang Du looked at his father's hand with its prominent bones and sighed like a little adult. Well, he was left at the old house again.
Jiang Ci touched his head; the child's hair was as soft as a woman's.
……
On the morning of September 29th,
Jiang Ci drove up the mountain alone.
As incense smoke rose from the temple, Jiang Ci knocked on the temple gate.
A young monk, wearing a yellow robe, opened the door.
He put his palms together in a gesture of respect, saying, "Benefactor."
Jiang Ci said, "Young master, I have an appointment with Master Yuanhui today."
The young monk had already opened the temple gate. He glanced to the southeast and said, "You may have to wait a while, benefactor. Master Yuanhui is currently chanting his morning prayers and will finish in about ten minutes."
Jiang Ci smiled politely, "It's alright."
He was led by the young monk to a simple meditation room, where Jiang Ci sat quietly with his brows furrowed.
The young monk glanced at him with some curiosity, then walked away.
Not long after,
The air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, and an old man entered.
Master Yuanhui had a kind face and a calm, compassionate look in his eyes. "Benefactor Jiang, this is your second time visiting this old monk. Have you received an answer to your request from the first time?"
Jiang Ci's dark eyes were deep. He did not answer Yuan Hui's question, but instead asked, "Master, what is the origin of the ethics, moral principles, cause and effect, and reincarnation in this world?"
Master Yuanhui blinked and said, “Everything is right before your eyes, benefactor. If you see the cause, then it is the cause; if you see the effect, then it is the effect. Who can truly understand the rights and wrongs of this world?”
His words seemed to not answer Jiang Ci's question, but they also seemed to touch upon it.
Jiang Ci's eyes were blank, without direction.
Master Yuanhui looked at the young man and recalled a similar morning five years ago when the young man came to the temple with three prostrations and nine kowtows, and knelt on the last step for a long time without getting up.
Yuanhui asked him, "Why don't you kneel down to the very last level?"
The young man answered, "Because of hope."
Even now, Yuanhui still doesn't understand the meaning of those four words.
However, this child's fate is not auspicious, as he will lose his wife at a young age and die in middle age.
Fortunately, he was wrapped in a different layer of thread.
It is the Buddha's protection.
His fate was altered.
Yuanhui stroked his beard, intending to offer some guidance.
"Child, look forward."
Jiang Ci hates the phrase "look forward".
He closed his eyes; someone had said these words to him before.
He sat quietly for a while, then bid farewell to Yuanhui.
When the old monk left, he only left one sentence.
“Benefactor Jiang, deep affection is short-lived.”
Jiang Ci also strode forward.
"I will live to be a hundred years old."
Yuanhui heard the young man say.