The door was pulled open from the inside, emitting a heavy sound, and a bald little head emerged from within.
The youth’s pair of clear eyes looked at Assistant Chen and Shen Yi, his face revealing a hint of joy, "It’s you!"
The youth still remembered them, they were the people who had stayed at the temple a few days ago.
Shen Yi gave a slight bow and said in a calm voice, "Sorry to disturb, I’ve come to visit Master Wangchen."
The youth blinked, "But my master won’t see you."
The master was in the temple and saw no one.
Shen Yi continued, "Could you please ask on my behalf, Little Master? Just say that someone named Shen Yi would like to see him, and check if Master Wangchen is willing."
The youth hesitated for a moment, "Alright, then let this monk go ask the master first."
After speaking, the youth didn’t close the door and instead turned and ran towards the temple; Assistant Chen and Shen Yi did not enter uninvited, and waited outside.
About five minutes later, the youth returned, this time he opened the door completely, signaling for Shen Yi and the others to come in, "Shen benefactor, the master says he’s waiting for you in the hall."
Shen Yi bowed slightly to the youth and then walked inside.
Seeing the temple’s interior once more, Shen Yi still felt as though his entire body tingled, as if an electric shock coursed through him.
Shen Yi took a deep breath, subconsciously clenched his fist, but his gaze remained steadfastly fixed on the great hall in front of him, and then he stepped towards it.
Only as he drew nearer did Shen Yi catch the faint scent of incense within the temple, and he also saw Master Wangchen chanting scriptures in front of Buddha.
Shen Yi strode forward, standing next to Master Wangchen, as if it were the same as in his dream. Master Wangchen did not turn around, his voice carrying a hint of ancient weariness, "Benefactor Shen has arrived."
Shen Yi’s Adam’s apple moved; at that instant, he somewhat lost the ability to distinguish between reality and dreams.
He squeezed his fist hard; the subtle pain from his fingernails digging into his palm prevented complete confusion.
Shen Yi took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Master Wangchen, I have many doubts, and I wonder if you can help me resolve them."
"Why must benefactor Shen persist?" Master Wangchen was still meditating in front of Buddha without turning to look at Shen Yi.
Shen Yi said, "I just want to know the truth."
He couldn’t vaguely pretend everything was just a dream; he needed to be certain of what it all really meant.
Even if he had indeed been reborn, he wanted to know what had happened in his past life.
Why his Wanwan had died!
Given another life, how could he save his Wanwan!
Master Wangchen was silent for a long time, before finally uttering "Amitabha" and then he slowly stood up.
He turned and looked at the man standing beside him, his eyes carrying an indescribable sense of compassion.
Shen Yi’s gaze met Master Wangchen’s unflinchingly, his attitude clear; he wanted to know everything.
Only after a long while did he hear Master Wangchen speak in a voice that seemed both helpless and sympathetic, "Benefactor Shen, since you have been granted a chance to start over, you should cherish this opportunity."
"It’s not necessary to know everything; forgetting is a grace bestowed by the heavens."
"Now that benefactor Shen has gotten his wish, look forward, move forward."
"Let the past, be past."