In Love With My Fierce Farming Wife!
Chapter 1009: There is a Kind of Love Called Letting Go!

Chapter 1009: Chapter 1009: There is a Kind of Love Called Letting Go!

With those words, the light in Jun Ruochen’s eyes dimmed.

He quickly fiddled with the prayer beads in his hand, his thoughts flying far, far away...

He still remembered the days of his pride and vigor, when, even temporarily exiled to a remote place like Yongze County, he remained confident and optimistic about the future. And now, the woman before him, with her spirited eyebrows and eyes and her valiant posture, seemed to reappear before his eyes.

A turn of the head, a smile, and a hundred charms emerged!

That was a paradoxical combination of gentleness and firmness, utterly different temperaments that she bizarrely melded together.

It was so captivating!

It made him unconsciously fall deep into addiction, unable to extricate himself...

"Amitabha Buddha! Form is emptiness, emptiness is form! All five skandhas are void, everything is but illusion..."

He closed his eyes slightly, reciting the Heart Sutra rapidly, but his emotions were once again agitated, whipping up tremendous green waves!

Su Pan’er frowned, coughing a few times impatiently.

"Where is Jun Ruochen?"

They both knew exactly who she was referring to.

The prayer beads in Jun Ruochen’s hand moved even faster, and the Heart Sutra he muttered became so rapid that only his lips could be seen flapping.

Su Pan’er gazed intensely, not relaxing her scrutiny in the slightest.

He remembered the time when he thought Su Pan’er was dead. He had sworn to heaven! If the heavens returned his Pan’er to him, he would be willing to shorten his life by ten years, to let go of her hand, to never see her again from that day forth...

The vows of the past still echoed in his ears, yet he had gone back on his word!

If she was well, then it was a clear sky.

But now...

The prayer beads in Jun Ruochen’s hand spun faster and faster, showing just how troubled his heart was.

Crack!

The string of prayer beads in his hand suddenly burst apart, and beads scattered everywhere.

Jun Ruochen finally stopped his hand, slowly opening his eyes to gaze at the broken thread in his hand, not moving for a long time.

His heart, however, had completely sunk.

Broken, unexpectedly beyond all reason broken...

How could it be...

"He’s on top of that Bell and Drum Tower!"

The Bell and Drum Tower?

Su Pan’er couldn’t help but recall her last visit to Huangjue Temple, where she had seen Liao Jue on top of the Bell and Drum Tower. Yet Ye Han, leading the Imperial Guard, had nearly turned Huangjue Temple upside down without finding him.

However, Jun Ruochen said Liao Jue was in that Bell and Drum Tower...

"How do you know?"

Su Pan’er asked in a deep voice.

"I have seen it with my own eyes, I would not lie!"

Jun Ruochen replied indifferently as he bent down to silently pick up the scattered prayer beads.

Splashed water cannot be gathered up again!

Words spoken were like water spilled, both could not be taken back.

Just like these prayer beads, even if he picked up the beads and rethreaded them on the string, it could no longer be the same string of prayer beads!

Su Pan’er naturally noticed his actions, and she looked up at the high Bell and Drum Tower, her mind tumultuous with thoughts.

The most dangerous places are often the safest.

Even she had not anticipated that Liao Jue was still in Huangjue Temple, still staying inside the Bell and Drum Tower.

"Thank you."

Su Pan’er wanted to say more, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Jun Ruochen picked up the scattered prayer beads one by one, clenched them tightly in his hand, and then stood up to look at her.

Her expression complex, she stubbornly bit her lip, watching him unwaveringly.

Jun Ruochen watched her for a long time before slowly turning his head and turning around.

"Take care!"

His words were soft, faint.

It was unclear whether they were meant for Su Pan’er to hear, or for himself.

Take care of yourself!

Be well!

Letting go is not giving up.

Letting go is not neglect.

There is a kind of love called letting go!

It was not that he no longer loved, but that he had come to understand the true meaning of love.

He released her hand to let her go far away. Love hurt so much, it brought tears, and so he chose to let go.

There is a kind of love called letting go, forsaking eternal vows for love. If my leaving can give you everything, then let me walk alone.

Burying all the suffering deep in the heart, from now on, you are my only one, deep in the heart’s core, fused into one, never to be mentioned again.

There are many things that one only realises are beyond control after experiencing them.

"Take care..."

Pan’er murmured.

Watching Jun Ruochen’s figure recede into the distance.

What remained in her memory was only that familiar figure in gray monk’s robes.

Her heart felt heavy, as though sinking into an icy river.

So cold!

Atop the Bell and Drum Tower of Huangjue Temple.

This thirteen-story Bell and Drum Tower stood behind the mountain of the temple, with a large bronze bell placed on top. Atop the bell, a pair of creatures, seeming both like and unlike dragons, were cast. Known as one of the nine offspring of the dragon, they were called Pula. Beneath the tower was the former retreat of Immortal Master Liao Jue.

A menacing group of the Imperial Guard swiftly surrounded the Bell and Drum Tower, glowering with such hostility that Incense Guests avoided them at all costs.

Su Pan’er passed through the parted ranks of the Imperial Guard, striding toward the Bell and Drum Tower like a shooting star.

Outside the Bell and Drum Tower, two Little Sami stood guard on each side.

The sudden encirclement of the tower by the Imperial Guard had terrified them; their faces turned pale as they looked at each other in dismay.

Su Pan’er stepped forward, determined to barge into the Bell and Drum Tower. The two Little Sami hurriedly moved to block her.

"Empress, this is a sacred place of the Buddhist order. No one may enter without permission!"

"How dare you! Am I just anyone?"

With a flick of her wrist, Su Pan’er sent the two novice monks flying: "Stop your obstruction, or not even ten more heads born from your parents will suffice for what I’ll sever!"

The novice monks were flung aside, and as they struggled to their feet, they wanted to stop her, but Su Pan’er had already entered the Bell and Drum Tower.

Upon entering, an indescribable aura enveloped Su Pan’er.

This aura was very familiar. It was indeed that of Bald Donkey Liao Jue. It seemed that what Jun Ruochen said was true—Bald Donkey Liao Jue was here!

Thump, thump, thump...

She climbed up the stairs step by step.

With each step she took, the pressure on her body grew heavier.

Having only climbed to the fifth floor, Su Pan’er was already panting heavily, with sweat rolling down her cheeks.

Climbing stairs alone should not have been so exhausting. However, Su Pan’er was ascending under tremendous pressure.

One step, one more weight.

It must be Liao Jue’s doing!

Apparently, he knew of her arrival.

Upon reaching the sixth floor, Su Pan’er pulled out a handkerchief to wipe away her sweat. She looked as if she had just been fished out of the water, her face filled with increasing hatred!

Without stopping, she continued climbing the staircase.

The higher she went, the narrower and steeper the stairs of the Bell and Drum Tower became, and the more challenging the ascent.

When Su Pan’er finally reached the thirteenth floor, panting, the pressure on her was almost as if she were walking up with a mountain on her back.

With each step she took, she left deep footprints on the stairs, which made creaking noises as if they might crumble to dust at any moment.

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