We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 187 Forgetting the Heart
The sound from the river echoed gently through the mountains and forests.

Xiao Mo looked directly into her eyes, at her pleading gaze. His lips parted slightly, but he remained silent.

But in the end, Xiao Mo grabbed her wrist, pulled her small hand off his clothes, and continued walking forward.

But before Xiao Mo had taken more than a few steps, Jiang Xin's little hand tugged at the hem of Xiao Mo's clothes again.

Xiao Mo pulled her small hand away again, but Jiang Xin pulled it back up.

This seemingly delicate little girl once again revealed her stubborn side.

"Sigh," Xiao Mo had lost count of how many times he had sighed tonight. "Ah Xin, let go."

Jiang Xin shook her head vigorously.

"Ah Xin, I'm saying it one last time, let go." Xiao Mo's tone was deliberately stern, almost like a reprimand.

Jiang Xin swallowed hard.

Although she was a little scared, she still held tightly to Xiao Mo's clothes.

"Xiao Mo, you said you wouldn't abandon me again," Jiang Xin said, mustering her courage.

Hearing Jiang Xin's words, Xiao Mo turned around, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness.

Despite her trembling little hands, Jiangxin never let go.

"Jiang Xin, I lied to you about everything."

As soon as Xiao Mo finished speaking, he forcefully pulled her small hand away.

Just as Jiang Xin stepped forward again to grab his sleeve, the cold light of the Soul-Gathering Blade flashed before her eyes in the moonlight.

Jiangxin subconsciously stopped in her tracks.

A mark was carved into the ground in front of her toes by Xiao Mo's longsword.

"If you take another step forward, I will kill you!"

Xiao Mo turned his head and gave Jiang Xin a cold look, his murderous intent, filled with a bloodthirsty aura, pressing down on her shoulder.

Withdrawing his gaze, Xiao Mo took a step forward and disappeared into the night of the mountain forest.

Under the bright moonlight, halfway up the mountain, the little boy was nowhere to be seen, leaving only the little girl standing blankly on the ground.

After a long while, she squatted down, stretched out her small hand, and gently touched the knife scar in front of her toes.

at the same time.

At the gate of Kongnian Temple, Abbot Xujing and Wuming looked through the trees towards the mountainside.

"Uncle-Master...this..." After Xiao Mo left, Wu Ming looked at his uncle-master beside him, hesitant to speak.

“Wuming,” Xu Jing said calmly, “do you think if Jiang Xin took another step forward, Xiao Mo would strike her with that blade?”

Wuming: "."

"Do you think Jiang Xin would be afraid even if Xiao Mo were to strike with that blade?"

Wu Ming remained silent.

Xu Jing shook her head: "Xiao Mo won't make that cut, and Jiang Xin knows that even if she crosses that line, his knife won't come down."

But why doesn't she dare to take a step forward?
Because she knew that if she crossed that line, she would truly have nothing to do with Xiao Mo anymore.

"Then, Uncle-Master, what should we do now?" Wuming asked.

“We don’t need to do anything, this is fine.” Xu Jing withdrew her gaze and walked into the temple.

Wuming glanced at the mountainside where Jiangxin was, then at his uncle, and finally could only sigh softly before following his uncle back to the temple gate.

Over the next two days.

Pilgrims coming and going to worship Buddha can all see a little girl squatting on the path halfway up the mountain.

No matter how scorching the summer sun, or how chilly the mountain forest at night.

She didn't even care.

She neither ate nor drank, but simply hugged her knees and stared blankly at the carvings in front of her.

A kind-hearted pilgrim mentioned this matter to Kongnian Temple.

However, Xu Jing simply smiled and nodded to indicate that she understood, and then did nothing further, even asking the worshippers not to disturb her.

At dawn on the third day, just as the monks of Kongnian Temple were listening to Abbot Xujing explain Buddhist scriptures in the main hall, the little girl halfway up the mountain finally stood up and walked up the mountain.

The little girl arrived at the temple, stepped through the temple gate, and entered the main hall.

Xu Jing stopped lecturing and looked up. All the monks in the main hall were also looking at the little girl who was walking towards the abbot. They made way for her.

The little girl stepped forward and looked at the kind old man in front of her with her clear eyes.

"Grandpa Abbot, I...want to practice Buddhism." The little girl spoke slowly, her voice slightly hoarse from not having drunk water for so long.

The abbot smiled kindly: "Young benefactor Jiangxin, have you really thought this through?"

"I've thought it through." The little girl nodded.

"Then why does the young benefactor study Buddhism?" the abbot asked softly.

"To find him," the little girl said sincerely, "If Xiao Mo won't see me, then I will study Buddhism diligently, cultivate myself well, and when I grow up, I will go find him."

After speaking, the little girl looked at the old man in front of her with some worry, concerned that her reasons might prevent him from taking her as his apprentice: "Is this alright?"

“Of course,” Abbot Xujing smiled. “Why not?”

Xu Jing sat upright on the edge of the futon, and stood up shakily like an ordinary old farmer, not at all like a cultivator at the peak of the Ascension Realm.

"Come, Jiangxin, put your hands together and face the Buddha statue."

"Abbot, should I kneel down?"

Xu Jing said gently, "Whether you kneel or not is up to you."

Jiang Xin looked at the clay Buddha statue sitting high above her and knelt down.

Xu Jing nodded, stretched out his hand, and said to the monk beside him, "Razor."

When Xu Jing received the razor, all the monks in the main hall closed their eyes and chanted scriptures, solemn and dignified.

"The first cut: to sever all evil, the golden knife shaves off the hair born of mother, to remove the defilement and impurity of the body."

Xu Jing's aged yet steady fingers held the razor, slicing it across the little girl's head, and strands of hair fell down.

"The second cut: May all good deeds be performed, and the appearance of a monk with a round head and square robe will appear, and the Dharma King will have another grandson."

"The third strike: A vow to save all sentient beings."

One slash after another fell, and strands of black hair drifted down.

Above Kongnian Temple, Buddhist clouds gradually gathered, and golden, holy Buddhist light shone for dozens of miles.

The sound of chanting scriptures in the main hall emanates from Kongnian Temple and echoes through the mountains, fields, and towns.

The bell at Kongnian Temple rang by itself, even though no one was ringing it.

The people of Kongnian City looked up.

At Kongnian Temple, ten miles away, high in the sky where golden light gathered, a golden Buddha statue smiled and looked down with compassion.

They only remembered that such a strange phenomenon occurred when the legendary Master Xujing attained enlightenment.

The chanting stopped.

The sound of the bells drifted far away.

The clouds dispersed.

The Buddha's light descended.

The rising sun crossed the threshold of the main hall and fell upon the little girl, as if draping her in a golden robe.

"Amitabha."

Xu Jing put his hands together in prayer position.

"The 975th generation disciple of Kongnian Temple."

Take the character '忘' (wàng).

Take the character '心' from your name.

From this day forward, your Dharma name is—

Forget your heart.

(End of this chapter)