The Legend of the Medical Concubine

Chapter 172: The Temple is Peaceful and Serene

Lin Ruoxue's heavy steps seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. The pain in her heart surged like a tide. She didn't want to, and couldn't, immerse herself in this hurt relationship anymore. The sweetness and beauty of the past have now turned into sharp knives, piercing her heart.

She decided to start her own journey of self-salvation, and the quiet temple seemed to be a safe haven for her soul. The moment she stepped into the temple, the melodious bells rang in her ears, the incense smoke rose, and the quiet atmosphere instantly calmed her heart.

Lin Ruoxue found a quiet corner to sit down and slowly closed her eyes. At this moment, her mind kept on recalling the past with Nangong Yi. Those days when they walked together in the sea of flowers, those gentle gazes and sweet vows, now became an indelible pain in her heart. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, which was the attachment and reluctance to the past.

However, Lin Ruoxue knew clearly that she could not live in the memories of the past. She had to face the reality bravely and start her life again. She took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and walked to the temple courtyard. The blooming flowers were gorgeous and colorful, as if telling her the beauty of life. Butterflies danced among the flowers, light and free. Looking at all this, Lin Ruoxue's heart was full of hope.

She said to herself, "I want to let go of the past and start over." This sentence seemed to be her farewell to the past and a commitment to the future.

The temple was peaceful and tranquil, with the sun shining through the gaps in the leaves, forming patches of light. Lin Ruoxue sat quietly under an ancient tree, her eyes somewhat empty, her thoughts in her mind like a tangled mess.

At this time, an old monk slowly walked over. He was wearing a simple monk's robe, with a kind face and a gleam of wisdom in his eyes. The old monk looked at Lin Ruoxue, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Child, you seem to have a lot on your mind."

Lin Ruoxue was slightly stunned, and subconsciously wanted to deny it, so she smiled bitterly and shook her head. However, the old man didn't care about her denial. He sat down next to Lin Ruoxue and said slowly: "Life is like a long journey. We will meet all kinds of people and things. Sometimes, we will get into trouble, feel confused and painful, but this is all part of life."

The old monk raised his hand gently, pointed to a scripture not far away, and continued: "Life is like a book, with ups and downs, sadness and happiness. Every chapter is our experience, and every page carries our story. When we encounter difficulties and setbacks, don't be afraid, and don't escape. As long as we bravely turn the page, we will find a new chapter."

Lin Ruoxue listened to the old monk's words quietly, and an inexplicable feeling of emotion welled up in her heart. The old man's words were like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing through her heart.

"Child, you must learn to let go of the pain and troubles of the past, cherish the present and look forward to the future. The road of life is still long, and there are many wonderful things waiting for you to discover." The old monk looked at Lin Ruoxue, his eyes full of love and encouragement.

“Don’t let the shadow of the past cover your heart, let the sunshine in. Only when you truly let go of the past can you embrace a new life and find your own happiness.” The old monk’s voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the air.

The old man's words were like a bright light, illuminating the darkness in Lin Ruoxue's heart. Her eyes gradually became brighter, and the confusion in her heart gradually dissipated. She looked at the old monk and said gratefully: "Thank you, Master. Your words made me understand a lot."

The old monk smiled and nodded, then stood up and slowly left. Lin Ruoxue looked at the old monk's back, her heart filled with hope and strength. She knew that she had found the direction to move forward, and she would bravely face the future life.

After leaving the temple, Lin Ruoxue seemed to have gained a new life. She started her new life, and learning painting and calligraphy became her emotional sustenance. When she picked up the paintbrush and poured her emotions onto the canvas, the pain in her heart was gradually released. She used colors and lines to express her joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, and each painting was a portrayal of her soul. In the process of learning calligraphy, she was immersed in the charm of each stroke and felt the power of words.