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Chapter 210: Pharmacist Hall (I)

He Si's body moved faster than her brain, and before she realized what was happening, her body had already caught up. Knowing that the woman in front of her couldn't hear her movements, she instinctively lowered her body and tried to follow closely along the weeds that had been trampled and fallen to the ground to avoid making any louder noises.

The woman walked aimlessly in the night, anxious and helpless. The wild grass-covered fields looked even more ghostly with the arrival of the evening breeze. Occasionally, the chirping of insects from nowhere echoed in the deep valley, making He Si tremble with fear, but the woman seemed not to be afraid. She had a thin back, staggered, fell several times, and her clothes were torn, but she never gave up - she was a woman with a tough and stubborn character, or a woman who was in great despair, no longer caring about anything in the world, and could only desperately pursue the last bit of hope.

He Si thought about it and tried to get closer.

The woman in front of him kept whispering a noun, which seemed to be the source of her hope and the last bit of light in her life. However, the call was mixed in with sobs, and was intermittent, so He Si could not hear it clearly.

So, the two of them ran forward, one in front of the other, facing the magnificent and compassionate Buddha statue on the mountain wall, in this huge, desolate and quiet valley. The woman leading the way didn't know where she was going, and she just moved by instinct, but He Si gradually had an idea and recognized their destination before her - on the flat ground not far away, the moonlight outlined the solemn and solemn shape of an ancient temple - He Si had never seen this ancient temple, but she remembered this place. She had been there when she came here with Qin Jian last time. But at that time, what appeared in front of her was already a piece of broken walls, with occasional raised stones lying across the weeds, and the weathered stone seat could still vaguely make out the appearance of the Buddha's body and head, which made people guess the purpose of this place a hundred years ago.

Today, it is an intact temple, standing quietly in the moonlight with a majesty that transcends the mundane. Although it has not yet been covered by the dust of time, it already shows signs of fatigue from the vicissitudes of life.

It was an illusion, an illusion of another life, an illusion before time arrived. He Si finally understood it.

The woman had obviously discovered the building, and a hint of joy rose in her anxious voice. She quickened her pace and rushed to the ancient temple, pushing open the tightly closed wooden door without hesitation. The wind that had been silent in the courtyard escaped from the door, and He Si suddenly felt ominous in her heart, and she smelled a scent of sandalwood.

"Pharmacist Hall...Mr. Song!" The woman didn't even look at the moss-covered steps and stepped over the threshold without hesitation. He Si finally vaguely heard the term she had been muttering, and also saw clearly what she was carrying, which was a medicine box.

Mr. Song, could it be... Song Zhaoxuan?

He Si did not dare to delay, and stepped into the moonlit front yard with full of doubts. The woman still had her back to her, lying on the door of the main hall, looking through the crack of the door into the dim temple without fear. In the hall, the shadow of the statue, which should have been solemn, was stretched out long, projected on the dim and hazy window screen, showing a distorted sense of oppression. The shadow means there is light in the hall. Before He Si could figure out where the light in the ancient temple came from to cast the shadow of the statue, the nearly crazy woman had already broken in.

The huge Medicine Buddha Hall has two rows of gods and Buddhas on the east and west sides. Their expressions are obscure and seem to be compassionate and ferocious. They are inevitably terrifying in this old building. But this is not the reason why He Si stopped. She knew that Medicine Buddha had twelve great wishes. The twelve great Vajra Bodhisattvas who protect the Dharma appeared as the twelve Yakshas. The strange thing is that now the twelve Yakshas are all here, but the main seat is empty. The three Medicine Buddhas are not seen in this hall. What is enshrined on the huge stone seat is actually a mirror, a mirror that He Si has seen before - a crimson frame, a silver mirror surface, and the black luster flowing in it seems to absorb the surrounding night color. At this moment, it looks even more weird and cold - it is the mirror she has seen in the mirror corridor, which is Qin Jian himself. At this moment, she also found the light source in the hall. The moonlight can't enter the hall, but the mirror reflects the moonlight. No, it is like another moon, and the light it emits is even brighter than the moonlight in the night sky.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song!" The woman had already rushed in. He Si was shocked and confused. She stood outside the door and saw the woman kneeling on the ground, leaning in front of the mirror, hugging a body.

Who is it? He Si no longer cared about the doubts in her heart and stepped into the temple immediately. She wanted to see the face of the body in the woman's arms.

"A Si." Just at this moment, He Si heard a voice calling her, as if it came from another world. It was Qin Jian calling her. He Si remembered that her body was still at her grandmother's house, next to Qin Jian. The other party must have discovered her abnormality and was about to wake her up, but she didn't want to leave. She felt that the truth was about to come out, and she knew she couldn't leave at this moment.

She tried hard to shut out the shouting in her ears, not to listen, not to think, and only focused all her attention on the illusion before her. She walked towards the center of the hall, step by step, getting closer and closer to the body in the woman's hands, and also closer and closer to the mirror.

"A'si." The voice in her ear was not what she wished for. Each voice became clearer than the last, as if it came from another world.

The mirror reflected the reflection of the people hugging each other on the ground. It was a man, but He Si still couldn't see the man's face clearly, but her heart was confused - why did he call me? Before entering the illusion, his hand was covering my hand. According to previous experience, he should be able to see what I saw, and he should know that this is a crucial moment. This is where he woke up, enshrined in a mirror that appeared in the mirror corridor, and in front of the mirror there was a man and a woman hugging and crying, and the woman had a face exactly like mine.

This is a precious moment, but why did he want to disturb me at this moment? It seems like... it seems like he doesn't want me to know the truth. What is he hiding?
He Si shook her head, and took another step forward, trying to maintain her sanity amid the annoying cries. She could already see the woman's messy hair and the blurry face beneath it. She subconsciously reached out her hand, trying to clear away everything that blocked her view, but she watched helplessly as her fingers passed through the hair, which remained motionless, like a phantom.

This is an illusion, a magnetic field formed by obsession, a moment captured in time a hundred years ago, everything that really happened but has already passed, and she can't change anything.

What else can I do, He Si forced herself to think, if that's the case, then I'll get closer, see that face clearly, see the truth behind those fragments.