NOVPUBChapter 1352: 639 Wascamar_1 Chapter 1352: 639 Wascamar_1 From the moment of her birth, she was abandoned by her ruthless parents at the entrance of the Buddhist Nunnery, where she was raised and nurtured by the master.
Although her master was kind, he was a man who embraced silence and solitude, indifferent to worldly affairs, dedicating his heart to spiritual cultivation.
When she was still at an age where she didn’t even know how to spell the word ‘loneliness’, she had already tasted the bitterness it brings.
The years in the mountains were harsh, and at the tender age of four, she would sit, stroking her tiny cheeks, pondering how to survive the cold winter.
On one such snowy night, someone knocked on the nunnery’s door.
Opening the door, she found a wrinkled baby swaddled in cloth.
She could never forget the baby’s radiant, jet-black eyes, beaming with a light so brilliant no jewel could detract from it.
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Those eyes reminded her of the majestic Buddha statue in the grand hall of the nunnery.
Years later, that wrinkled baby grew into a graceful young lady.
Even the drab, gray garments couldn’t conceal her outstanding figure and charm.
She often thought that it must’ve been her lack of excellence that led to her parents’ abandonment.
However, she found that this theory didn’t apply to her junior.
Although she hasn’t journeyed further than the little town down the hill, and the number of people she’s met can be counted on a single hand, she still believed that her junior was the most excellent, intelligent, and noble woman in the world.
It must’ve been her junior’s parents’ fault that they abandoned her; they must’ve been blind to not see her value.
In those hard times, it was her junior’s companionship that calmed her, turning those bitter years into the most unforgettable, joyful memories of her life.
She despised those obscure scriptures.
When her master disapproved of her laziness, it was her junior who took the blame, allowing her to live freely without worries.
Compared to her master who raised her, her junior, whom she raised, was more akin to a parent.
After the master passed away, she was devastated, losing track of time.
By the time she realized that she was in hell, she couldn’t return anymore.
Overcome by sorrow, she often found herself lingering by Nahor Bridge, obsessively searching for the way back.
However, among the many souls in this place, which doesn’t long for attachment?
When people are alive, they don’t know how to cherish life; only when they’re dead do they realize that being able to live is a great blessing.
She thought she was hallucinating, bitterly thinking, is this the illusion one sees before death?
But then, as the curtain was lifted and a man rushed in urgently, gripping her hand!
The face she yearned for day and night appeared vividly before her.
She pinched herself hard in disbelief.
She had forgotten that ghosts are incapable of feeling pain.
“Senior,” sighed the girl in front of her, seemingly relieved.
“I finally found you.”
She suddenly burst into tears, “Junior, how could you also be dead? 𝘯𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Why is fate so cruel to us sisters?”
The girl was stunned for a moment, then she couldn’t help but laugh.
She squatted down, cradling her senior as she’d done countless times before, patting her back gently as she consoled her.
“Senior, I’m here to take you back.
We are not dead,” the girl said.
“Hic!,” she burped and grumpily responded, “You’re lying.
If you weren’t dead, how could I see you here!?”
“When have I ever lied to you?”
Her junior was a direct disciple of the master, carrying on his teachings and embodying the monk’s virtue of always telling the truth, she never lied.
“Really?”
“Really.”
She wiped her tears and looked up, studying her junior.
“How did you know I was here?”
“I calculated it, and then I knew.”
Although inexperienced and unsophisticated, she wasn’t entirely ignorant, having spent so many years under the influence of her master and junior.
She knew her junior possesses these mysterious abilities, some of which even science couldn’t explain.
Sanny Groove was fully aware that it wasn’t as simple as her junior claimed, but she snivelled and threw herself into her junior’s embrace.
“Junior, I knew you would come to save me,” she said.
Aubree Groove patted her back.
Hearing footsteps approaching from outside, she whispered, “We’ll plan our escape after we get past this first.”
Only then did Sanny Groove realize the predicament they were in, “I’ll do as you say.”
“Miss Mia Heart, Little Prince asked me to check if you’re ready.
It’s almost time,” a respectful voice asked from outside the door.
Sanny Groove held onto Aubree Groove’s hand, a newfound courage swelling within her.
In a firm voice, she replied, “Let him wait a little while.
I’ll be ready soon.”
The footsteps outside gradually faded away.
Sanny Groove excitedly grabbed Aubree Groove’s hand.
“Let’s go quickly.
I can’t stand it here for another moment.”
Just then, a woman who had fainted in the corner woke up.
Realizing the situation, she was about to yell when Aubree Groove managed to stuff a handkerchief into her mouth just in time.
Seething anger, the woman glared at Aubree Groove, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
Sanny Groove rolled her eyes, “This woman has never given me a good look.
As if I’m interested in marrying the so-called Little Prince.
Bah, even if he arrived in a grand bridal palanquin, I still wouldn’t marry him.”
With a glint in her eye and a mischievous smile, she said, “I want to give him a big surprise.”
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Thunder rumbled in the distance, shaking the earth.
The storm blared ferociously.
The golden flag flapped fiercely in the wind, its ancient and mysterious symbols untouched by the floating rain.
The young lady, sitting cross-legged in the darkness, abruptly opened her eyes.
With the chanting of a sutra, a dim and minuscule light, as small as a candle flame, fell into the palm of her hand.
“Senior, let’s go home,” she said.
She brought out a gourd made of sandalwood and collected the tiny light in it.
She then hung the gourd around her neck, keeping it close to her heart.
After packing up the flag and the bell into her bag, she was about to leave when a bolt of lightning split the sky.
There was a roar as the mountains behind her started to collapse, sending rocks rolling down the hill.
All hidden birds and animals fled in terror.
Lightning and thunder shook the world as if to overturn the heavens and the earth.
The storm came quickly, bringing a destructive force hurtling toward Aubree Groove.
The wrath of Avīci is powerful enough to overturn heaven and earth.
