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 Chapter 3570: Rebirth in Paradise, Return to the True Self

Margret An felt deeply reluctant to part with Lin Wan'er.

She felt she had grown incredibly fond of this age-old girl, almost to the point of adoration.

If possible, she would have spent three days and three nights in a long, heartfelt conversation with Lin Wan'er, pouring out all the secrets she had previously hidden, feeling it was so hard to find a soulmate.

Lin Wan'er also admired Margret An.

In centuries, she had never had a friend with whom she could truly confide, so openly and without reservation.

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Her adopted sons were still her adopted sons, and as their mother, she would share some of her secrets, but the generational gap and status still existed. As a traditional Chinese woman, she had to maintain the dignity of a mother.

And in the face of Charlie Wade, she felt compelled to humble herself in his presence, both because he had saved her life and because she had been intimate with him.

Margret An was the first person in all those years who truly shared her own perspective.

As the saying goes, money is easy to come by, but a true friend is hard to find. If she had more time, chatting with Margret An for days would be truly enjoyable, but time didn't permit it, and it certainly wasn't the right time.

After all, Kong Yin's passing had left her deeply saddened, and she wanted nothing more than to quickly return to the rooftop villa of Zijin Villa, where she could cry alone and let out her emotions.

So, she gently embraced Margret An and waved goodbye.

Margret An advised her with reluctance on his face: "Senior, take care of yourself."

Lin Wan'er also nodded gently and advised: "Madam Wade, the same, be careful, we will meet later."

Margret An said respectfully: "See you later!"

Sister Sun, Stephen and Master Jingqing all looked at Lin Wan'er respectfully and said in unison: "Senior, please take care of yourself."

Lin Wan'er looked at Master Jingqing and said: "Master Jingqing, please take care of Zhengping's funeral."

Master Jingqing immediately said respectfully: "Amitabha, please rest assured, Miss Lin, I will do my best."

Lin Wan'er nodded, looked at Kongyin who was sleeping peacefully, then looked at everyone, smiled and said: "In that case, I will say goodbye to you. You don't have to see me off, I can walk out by myself."

After that, she turned and left without waiting for their response.

Stepping out of the main hall, the dazzling, warm sunlight bathed Lin Wan'er's face. A gentle spring breeze, tinged with warmth and carrying the delicate scent of flowers, made her pause slightly.

She closed her eyes, taking in the warmth of spring and the blossoming of flowers for a moment. Then, she untied her high ponytail and expertly tied it back into the twins she'd arrived from. Her face regained its youthful, youthful expression.

Though her heart remained heavy, the new green buds sprouting from the treetops and the buds emerging from the flower beds on either side reassured Lin Wan'er of the power and meaning of life.

Life is like the arrival of spring: new trees sprout, and flowers bloom. However, those flowers and plants that withered in the cold winter of the previous autumn are gone forever. As Gong Zizhen wrote in his poem, "Fallen petals are not heartless; they transform into spring mud to protect the flowers."

Plants pass down their heritage in this way, and humans, as the highest form of known life, are even more so, carrying on the legacy, generation after generation.

Although Saito Shohei, her adopted son, has passed away, Kūin, the master of Japanese Buddhism, lives on. 

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Although Kūin failed to attain enlightenment in his lifetime, he will surely inspire others in the future, lead them into Buddhist monastic life, and find enlightenment within the vastness of the Buddhist teachings.

The moment she stepped out of Kinkakuji Temple, the melodious sound of bells echoed behind her.

The bell rang repeatedly, with no sign of stopping.

The monks, each attending to their duties within the temple, paused when the bell exceeded thirteen.

The bells of Kinkaku-ji Temple were rarely rung, only to announce the time on important occasions.

And the bells never exceeded twelve.

Once the bells exceeded twelve, all monks were required to drop their work and immediately proceed to the main hall.

The bells would continue to ring for ninety-nine and eighty-one times, signaling the abbot's passing. 

While Japanese monks tend to be more secular, the monks of Kinkaku-ji, influenced by Kōin, possessed a far greater degree of piety than the average Japanese monk.

They were like a small boat drifting in the Dharma, needing a prominent flagship to guide them, and Kōin was that flagship. 

Kōin's passing was like losing their guide on the vast ocean for these deeply devout monks.

Many monks, tears streaming down their faces, hurried toward the main hall.

Hundreds of monks, their eyes red, silently walked and sprinted toward the main hall. They didn't dare to run, fearing to disturb the abbot's ascent to the Western Paradise.

Hearing the bells, Lin Wan'er paused again.

Her thoughts drifted back to Kyoto over a hundred years ago.

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Back then, her residence wasn't far from Kinkaku-ji Temple.

One day, she took her children to enjoy the cherry blossoms in her courtyard, recounting their history. She explained that the cherry blossoms, so ubiquitous and beloved in Japan, were actually introduced from China over a thousand years ago during the Nara period, during the heyday of the Tang Dynasty.

As the children peppered her with questions about this history, the bells of Kinkaku-ji Temple echoed relentlessly throughout Kyoto, echoing as they do today. 

When the children asked her why the bells tolled incessantly, she explained that the 9981 tolls symbolized the return to the true nature.

Japanese Buddhism originated from China, and after nearly two thousand years of development and localization, Chinese Buddhism has also incorporated much of the wisdom of ancient Chinese people.

The ancient Chinese I Ching considers nine to be the largest yang number. In other words, it's also the largest single digit in the decimal system.

Therefore, nine represents maximum and perfection.

Eighty-one, nine squared, signifies even greater perfection.

She did not convey the message of death to these children, but smiled and said, "The reason why Kinkakuji Temple rings the bells eighty-one times is because their abbot has completed his merits, and everyone in the temple is celebrating for him."

At that time, an ignorant little boy looked at her and said crisply, "Miss, Zhengping also wants to be the abbot in the future, and Zhengping wants Kinkakuji Temple to ring the bells eighty-one times for Zhengping!"

Lin Wan'er shook her head helplessly and smiled, "Of all people, Zhengping is the most competitive. You want to compete for everything."

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The little boy pointed at the largest snowman in the yard with his frozen red hands, and said proudly, "Miss, Zhengping wants to do everything to the best of his ability, even build the biggest snowman! So it will be no problem for Zhengping to be the abbot of Kinkakuji Temple in the future!"

The light and shadow of a hundred years ago whizzed through her mind, and Lin Wan'er couldn't help but sigh in her heart, some things seem to be unintentional jokes and teasing, but in fact, they have been predestined.

She looked up at the sky and murmured in her heart, "If there really is a Western Paradise in this world, I might even be the one with the most connections in that paradise. You are all good children. You must have gone there long ago and you must all be waiting for me there, right?"