Le paysage est comme une peinture

Chapitre 62

Tuosang's voice became lighter: "Yes, I broke the precepts first and killed many people. I can no longer become a Buddha and be reincarnated. Junyu, from now on, I belong only to you."

Tuosang's eyes were slightly closed, but after a while, he suddenly opened them again: "Junyu, you have to promise me one thing..."

"No, I can't promise you anything."

Junyu shook her head resolutely, leaving no room for negotiation.

"You must live well, for only by living is there hope..."

“You’re gone, how can I live well? I have no hope, and I don’t want any more hope…” Junyu stared at him, her gaze filled with almost resentment and cruelty. “Tuosang, I know you want peace of mind! But I won’t let you have peace of mind, no matter where you are! How can I be alright without you by my side? I’ll never be alright again… Don’t think that you can abandon me just because you’re dead! I’ve never believed in any afterlife. Even if there is an afterlife, you won’t know me and I won’t know you! From now on, your soul, whether in heaven or hell, will watch me suffer, watch me be tormented forever, and you yourself will suffer even greater torment…”

Tuosang held her in his arms and said sadly, "Junyu, what am I supposed to do with you?"

Junyu hugged him back, crying like a spoiled child, "I just want you to stay with me, you can never leave me..."

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Chapter 189: Mourning (5)

The two were finally exhausted, and they embraced and fell asleep on the soft tiger skin.

The moon slowly sank into the clouds, then slowly emerged again. Eventually, the moon disappeared completely. After the darkest hour before dawn, the rising sun in the east illuminated Qinghai Lake, making it appear like a luminous red jade.

A fragrance wafted in with the morning breeze. Junyu opened her eyes and looked out. It was a meadow full of small red flowers, which were swaying in the wind and exuding their fragrance.

Tuosang followed her gaze and smiled: "Junyu, those flowers are really beautiful."

“Yes.” Junyu smiled as well.

She turned to look at Tuosang, who suddenly stood up. At that moment, Tuosang was all smiles, radiant with energy, possessing the bearing of a dragon and the spirit of a phoenix, standing out from the crowd. He was just as handsome and dashing as when they first met, playing "Guangling San" under the banyan tree.

"Junyu, how could I bear to leave you!"

Tuosang hugged her tightly, and Junyu smiled in the fragrant, dewy embrace. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the little red flower in the distance, blooming most beautifully, suddenly stop swaying, and the person in her arms slowly closed her eyes and stopped breathing.

Chapter 190: The Magical Red Flower (1)

The sunlight in the sky suddenly lost its warmth.

Junyu held Tuosang and sat quietly on the ground, wanting to cry but unable to shed tears, wanting to laugh but unable to make a sound.

From afar, the extremely old monk, along with Xia Ao, Master Danba, the abbot of Tiema Temple, and others strode over.

They were already accustomed to death and did not consider it a sad thing; their faces were all very calm. However, when they saw Junyu dressed in a light blue dress, everyone except the extremely old monk showed great surprise.

Master Danba glanced at Junyu several times, and his long-standing doubts finally became clear in an instant. He was hard-hearted; earlier, knowing that Tuosang had destroyed the Buddha's tooth to save Junyu, he had repeatedly tried to kill her to vent his anger, but his skills were inferior, and he never succeeded. Later, after Junyu led the Junni army to save them, although his resentment towards her had largely subsided, he still didn't have much affection for her. Now, seeing Junyu again, for some reason, he felt not a trace of resentment, but rather a strange and profound sadness.

Xia Ao looked at Junyu in surprise several times, then suddenly remembered Yangjin and realized why no one believed that Yangjin was the woman who had ruined "Bokdo's" reputation.

The old monk said, "If Bokdo passes away in another place, he must be cremated under that sandalwood tree. This is the rule of the Holy Palace."

The other old monks had never heard of this rule, but since this was the first "Bokdo" to pass away in another place, they didn't know how to follow the rules either, so they simply obeyed the old monk's arrangements.

Junyu remained silent, never glancing at anyone. Tuosang had also told her that he would be cremated under that sandalwood tree, and that it had to be under that sandalwood tree.

“Marshal…” Xia Ao dragged his iron bar, looking at Jun Yu, unsure how to address her for a moment, finally calling her “Marshal.” “Please accept my condolences. We are taking Bokdo away…”

He reached out his hand, and Junyu handed Tuosang to him without a word. Then, he silently followed behind the others.

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Chapter 191: The Magical Red Flower (2)

Smoke still rises from some of the pavilions in Tiema Temple amidst the ruins.

In the open space of the main hall, a fire had already been lit under the felled sandalwood tree.

After several days of fire, the sandalwood tree was completely charred, leaving only some charcoal-like stumps.

This was the first "Bokdo" to pass away in another place, and also the first cremation under the sandalwood tree.

An extremely old monk applied a medicine that emitted an extremely strange smell to Tuosang's entire body, and then wrapped him tightly in a very strange skin.

Xia Ao and the others had never dealt with "Bokdo" who was cremated outside, nor did they know what medicine the old monk was applying, so they had no choice but to let the old monk handle everything.

Then, before Junyu could even take another look at Tuosang's face, Tuosang, who was completely wrapped up, was thrown into the raging sea of fire.

"Takusan..."

Junyu let out a heart-wrenching scream and plunged into the sea of fire, but was pulled back by the extremely old monk. Everyone immediately smelled a burnt odor, and Junyu's hair was already half-burnt.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Tosang's figure had completely disappeared, and the flames grew increasingly fierce, soon turning into an extremely unusual crimson red. No one had ever seen such strange flames before, and they were all dumbfounded.

It was a very special kind of firewood; it burned quickly and extinguished just as quickly.

The flames gradually subsided, and once they died down, they would take back the relics of "Bokdo".

Junyu, who was almost in a semi-conscious state, suddenly saw a fiery red object flying towards her from the dying flames. Involuntarily, Junyu reached out her hand, and the object landed squarely in her outstretched palm.

The monks were greatly alarmed and gathered around. It was a fiery red flower, about the size of a child's fist. At that moment, in the bright sunlight, the flower was crystal clear, radiating dazzling brilliance, so fresh that it seemed as if dewdrops were still faintly flowing on it.

"Buddha flower, this is a Buddha flower..."

Suddenly, someone exclaimed in surprise. The monks exchanged bewildered glances. In their legend, there was a mysterious flower that the Buddha smiled upon, a flower that would never wither. However, this was just a legend; none of them had ever seen it with their own eyes.

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Chapter 192: The Magical Red Flower (3)

Junyu stared blankly at the flower spread out in her palm. Seeing this, Xia Ao seemed to want to take the flower to examine it. He said a few words, and when Junyu didn't move, he reached out his hand. Junyu subconsciously handed it to him. Just as Xia Ao's hand was about to touch the flower, unexpectedly, the flower suddenly flew back and landed firmly in Junyu's palm.

Everyone was even more astonished, but no one wanted the flower anymore.

The last embers of the flame finally went out. Xia'ao, Master Danba, and several followers from Tiema Temple rushed over and cleaned the area for a while. Xia'ao cried out anxiously, "No Bokdo's relics! No Bokdo's relics..."

All eyes turned to the flower in Junyu's hand—could it be that "Bokdo" has turned into this flower?

Everyone found it extremely strange. Although they were believers and believed in the Buddha's mysterious arrangements, how could they believe that "Bokto" would turn into a flower?

The extremely old monk looked at the pile of ashes and murmured, "It's fate, it's fate! Everyone, let's go!"

Everyone stared at Junyu, but Junyu kept looking at the flower in her palm and didn't notice anyone's expression.

After taking a few steps, Xia Ao was still unwilling to give up. He turned back, grabbed a handful of ashes, and put them in a pocket. As he passed by Jun Yu, seeing her still looking dazed, he couldn't help but lower his voice and say, "Marshal Jun, please take care."

Junyu seemed not to hear or answer. Xia Ao dragged the iron rod and caught up with the group, sighing as he walked away.

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Junyu, holding the flowers, walked aimlessly forward. She didn't know how long she walked, but she arrived at the small wooden house by Qinghai Lake again. She stood silently at the door; the door was open, and it seemed that if she went inside, she could see Tuosang lying on the hard wooden bed. So she actually went inside, only to find the room completely empty.

After a while, she slowly walked out again and onto the meadow covered with small red flowers. A few meters away from the meadow lay the tranquil lake. She sat on the grass by the lake, watching the reflection of a water bird flying by in the water, then looked at the very peculiar flower in her hand, and finally gently placed it in her bosom.

The person following behind her sighed softly. He saw tears silently dripping from Junyu's eyes into the lake, each drop a bright, dazzling red, with a faint fishy smell.

His heart ached terribly. He stepped forward, gently patted her shoulder, and said softly, "Junyu, let's go back."

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Chapter 193: The Magical Red Flower (4)

Junyu turned to look at him, then suddenly stood up, the piercing red in her eyes deepening. The face before her kept changing, one moment it was the Lahan Cult, the pursuers from the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, the next it was Zhu Yu, Meng Yuanjing, the Emperor…

She clenched her fists tightly and hissed, "You all wanted to kill Tuosang, you all wanted him dead, you murderers, now he's finally dead, are you satisfied now..."

A horde of demons invaded her heart, thousands of swords piercing her chest simultaneously. She swung her fists, frantically attacking the person before her—the very culprit! He was the entire world she wanted to destroy immediately!

The person stood there quietly, letting her kick, punch, and grab. The pain wasn't from the beating, but from her heart—Junyu, the calm and composed Junyu who had always been calm and collected, the Junyu who wouldn't even flinch if the sky were to fall or the earth were to crack, had now completely forgotten her martial arts, forgotten that she was a martial artist, forgotten everything. She was just kicking, punching, and biting wildly like a madwoman, without any strategy or method, just like an ordinary woman throwing a tantrum.

After a long while, his tall hat fell off completely askew, and there were deep and shallow bloodstains on his face. Even his wide robe was torn into strips...

After a long while, Junyu grew tired of fighting. Her blue dress was stained with traces of blood, and she herself was disheveled and looked like a mad tiger. Slowly, she finally stopped.

As soon as she stopped, those terrible red tears welled up in her eyes again. He looked at her and suddenly wished that she would continue fighting and never stop.

She seemed to regain some composure, and took several steps back in alarm. Looking at the disheveled man opposite her, she hesitated and said, "Sir, you, you, I..."

Looking at the red marks in her eyes, Mr. Nongying felt as if his heart was being torn apart. If he could make such terrible red marks disappear, what did it matter if she tore at him a thousand times over! He took a few steps forward and gently patted her shoulder: "Junyu, let's go back."

Junyu asked blankly, "Go back? Go back where?"

"Phoenix Village, Little Mirror Lake, or anywhere else you want to go. I'll go with you wherever you want..."

Junyu looked at him for a long while, then shook her head: "Don't worry about me, go away, I want to be alone."

"Junyu!"

Seeing that he was still standing in front of her, the demons lurking in her heart seemed to be stirring again, and Junyu screamed hysterically: "Go away, go away now, I don't want to see anyone."

Mr. Nongying sighed, shook his head, and turned away.

In that instant, Junyu seemed to recognize him again. After hesitating for a moment, she said softly, "Sir, you should go. I just want to be alone for a while. Don't worry about me, I will definitely return to Phoenix Village."

Mr. Nongying glanced back at her and nodded: "Then come back by yourself. I'll be waiting for you at Phoenix Village."

Chapter 194: The Magical Red Flower (5)

Junyu stood there silently until he could no longer see the back of the young master Nongying clearly, then sat down by the lake.

She suddenly remembered something and quickly reached into her bosom to take out the flower. Fortunately, her earlier frenzy had not damaged the flower, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She took the flowers, stood up, and walked to the small wooden house. Suddenly, she heard a long hiss, which was Xiao Shuai's. It was brought to her by Young Master Nongying.

She leaped onto the horse's back, and Xiao Shuai slowly rode off.