Qinglian’S Heart Is Covered, Fate Meets Chapter 36

Chapter 36

The Sorrow of Chaos Lotus·Pan Lang’s True Love·Lian Ze Common People (30,000 words·Caring for the world·Keeping each other heart to heart)

The wedge lotus heart is open to all living beings, Pan Lang guards his hometown

When the journey of a billion years reached the 500 millionth year, I was guarding the purple lotus pond in the small courtyard of Liancheng. The mark on my heart suddenly emitted a warm and soft light. That was the thought from your soul – “Pan Lang, I see how much suffering there is in this world, and I want to transform the lotus lake into the common people and protect thousands of children.”

The evening breeze carried the lotus fragrance past my temples. I looked at the purple lotus swaying in the pond, and touched the ripples on the surface of the pond with my fingertips. The ripples reflected your countless appearances throughout the ages: Alian, the embroiderer from a poor family, Qinghe, a female doctor at the border, Zhilian, a teacher in the south of the Yangtze River, Zining, the wife of a desert garrison… In every life, you have protected the people around you in your own way.Now that you say you want to benefit the common people, I know that this is the compassion deep in your lotus heart, the tenderness that has been hidden since the beginning of chaos.

I whispered to the mark on my heart, my voice wrapped in Dao Qi, and transmitted to your soul consciousness of reincarnation: “Just go, I am in the three realms, I am in the small courtyard, this pond full of purple lotus will always wait for your return.”

The mark trembled slightly, and a faint smile came from you, with the warmth of ordinary people’s fireworks. Immediately, the soft light spread into the three realms, turning into thousands of lavender lotus fragrances, falling towards the suffering places in the world.

Outside the Three Realms, on the “drama screens” of those superior civilizations, the light that originally focused on your personal calamity suddenly dispersed, reflecting the intertwined appearance of all living beings with you. They may finally understand that the love of this chaotic purple lotus is not only tied to one person, but also to all the people.

Volume 1: The female doctor at the border: Green crops overcome disasters, and the fragrance of lotus fills the camp (the 200 millionth year)

In your second life, you were reborn in a small border town in the Great Yong Dynasty. Your name was Qinghe. You were an orphan who grew up with an old man.The border was stormy, wars were frequent, and there was an endless stream of sick and wounded soldiers. After the old doctor left, you alone supported the small medicine hut at the entrance of the town and became the only female doctor at the border.

I turned into a veteran guarding the gate, leaning under the old locust tree next to the medicine house every day, watching you busy.You no longer have the magic of Chaos Purple Lotus, but you only have a pair of hands that can brew medicine and a heart that can save lives and heal the wounded.The herbs in the medicine hut are piled higher than people. You always go up the mountain to collect herbs before dawn, and return with a basket full of herbs as the sun sets. Your face is stained with dust, and your fingertips are stained dark by the juice of the herbs, but you still smile cleanly.

The “audience” of the superior civilization once saw the suffering of your humble family in your first life on the screen. Now that they see you taking root in the border areas, they are speculating on your fate in this life. But they don’t know that your “suffering” in this life is the pain of watching the sick and injured soldiers struggling but being unable to save their lives, and the anxiety of guarding the medicine house without waiting for reinforcements.

That winter, Beidi was raided and the border was in a hurry. A large number of seriously injured soldiers were carried into the town, and Yaolu was instantly filled with people.In an emergency, there is a shortage of medicine and bandages. You tear your own bedding into strips to use as bandages, boil the remaining ginseng into medicinal soup and distribute it to the seriously injured people. However, you have not slept for days and nights, and only rely on a few sips of cold water to satisfy your hunger.

I looked at your red eyes, chapped lips, and the pain in my heart. I wanted to help you several times, but I remembered that you really wanted it, so I could only take off my cotton clothes and put them quietly at the door of the medicine house. I also went to the mountains to find some wild fruits that could be used as medicine and put them on the windowsill.

When you found the cotton-padded clothes and wild fruits, you were stunned and looked at me under the old locust tree. A trace of warmth flashed in your eyes, but you didn’t ask any more questions. You just took off the cotton-padded clothes and made knee pads for the frostbitten soldiers. The wild fruits were boiled into a sweet and sour soup and fed to the crying wounded soldiers and children.

“Brother,” after you finished your work that day, you walked up to me with a bowl of hot medicine, your eyebrows arched, “It’s cold, so you should replenish your health.”

I took the medicine bowl, and the warmth flowed down my throat into my heart, and the warmth of your fingertips was still on the edge of the bowl.I ask you: “It’s so hard, don’t you complain?”

You shook your head and looked at the military camp in the distance, your voice soft but firm: “They are guarding the border and protecting us. All I can do is to save them from pain. There must be someone to bear the pain in this world.”

After you finished speaking, you turned around and entered the medicine house again, busy changing the medicine for a little pawn who had broken his leg.The little pawn was crying in pain. You softly comforted him while carefully treating the wound. Your fingertips moved gently, as if you were caring for a fragile lotus.

Later, Beidi’s army pressed the border, the town was besieged, and food, grass and wound medicine were completely cut off.Seeing that the people in the town are about to fall into despair, you suddenly remember an ancient prescription left by an old doctor, saying that lotus root can detoxify hundreds of poisons and restore vitality. However, this grass only grows on the iceberg cliffs outside the pass. There was a heavy wind and snow, and you almost died.

You didn’t hesitate, packed up the medicine basket overnight, and headed out of the customs.I stopped you and said in a deep voice: “It’s too dangerous, I’ll go.”

You looked at me and smiled, your eyes shining: “Brother, you are old, I am young and can run fast. Besides, I know this herb, so it is best for me to go.”

I can’t defeat you, so I can only follow you secretly.The wind and snow outside the pass were like knives, which made people’s cheeks hurt. You were wrapped in thin clothes and climbed up the cliff with one foot deep and one foot shallow. You almost slipped off several times, but you clung to the stone crevices on the edge of the cliff.When you reach the top of the cliff, you finally find the lotus heart grass, but the ice under your feet suddenly breaks and you fall straight down.

My heart tightened, and I appeared in an instant and took you into my arms. The lotus root fell into the snow, but you didn’t care. You just grabbed my sleeve and said hurriedly: “Herb! Pick up the herb quickly!”

I picked up the Lotus Heart Grass, hugged you and landed on the ground. The mark on my heart was so bright that it burned my eyes. The mortal aura on your body suddenly faded a little, and a trace of chaotic light flashed in my eyes, but it quickly disappeared.You took the lotus root and rushed to the town without even bothering to say thank you.

Relying on the medicine boiled from lotus root, the sick and wounded soldiers in the town gradually improved, and reinforcements arrived in time to relieve the siege of the town.On the day of the celebration, the townspeople and soldiers gathered around you and called you the “living Bodhisattva”, but you just smiled and shook your head, saying that everyone had to bear it together.

But the disaster is not over yet. You caught a cold while searching for the Lotus Heart Grass, and after working hard for days, you finally fell ill.On your deathbed, you were lying on the couch in the medicine house, looking at the old locust tree outside the window, and murmured: “Pan Lang, I have protected many people in this life…”

I sat beside the couch, holding your cold hand, and the mark on my heart emitted purple light, protecting your soul: “You did a good job, Qinghe, you did a good job.”

You smiled, and your soul consciousness turned into a wisp of purple lotus fragrance and fell into reincarnation.From then on, there was a faint lotus fragrance in the wind at the border, protecting the garrison soldiers from generation to generation.

The “drama screen” of the superior civilization is filled with silence at this moment. They may finally understand that your love has never been more than the love between your children, but also your compassion for all living beings.

Volume 2 Mr. Jiangnan·Zhilian Qizhi, Lian Yun Runxiang (300 million years)

In your third life, you landed in a remote village in the Jiangnan Water Town, named Zhilian, and became the only teacher in the village.This village was isolated, and most of the people were illiterate. They were trapped in boats and farmland in the water town all their lives. You used your dowry to build a thatched school in the village and taught the children in the village to read and write.

I turned into an old boatman, ferrying on the river next to the school every day, watching you in the thatched house, leading a group of children to recite poems and books.You wear a plain sarong, your hair is tied up with a wooden hairpin, you have gentle eyebrows, and your voice is clear and smooth when you speak, like the flowing water in a water town, flowing into the hearts of children.

The people in the village didn’t understand it at first and said it was better for the girl to get married early because she didn’t study well.You go from door to door and say, “Reading can help you understand things and see the world farther away.” You also use your own money to buy pens and paper for children from poor families, make snacks with lotus seeds you grow, and reward students who work hard.

I watched you running around for the school, teaching during the day, and weaving at night to support the school expenses. Your fingertips were blistered by the loom, but you still smiled softly.That day, I took you on a boat to the town to buy paper and pens. When you passed by a lotus pond, you looked at the lotus pond and suddenly stopped and whispered: “It would be great if all the children in the village could grow up like this lotus, innocent and upright.”

I held the boat pole and said with a smile: “With your guidance, they will definitely be able to do it.”

You turned to look at me, your eyes shining: “Old man, you also think I did the right thing, don’t you?”

“Of course,” I nodded, “You are opening a window for them to see the world.”

That summer, there was a flood in the water town. The farmland in the village was flooded and half of the thatched schoolhouse collapsed.The children had no place to study and were so anxious that they cried.You looked at the collapsed school and bit your lip, but your eyes didn’t flinch at all.You sold your only ancestral home and asked the squires in the town for donations. Finally, you collected enough money to build a new school. You also planted a lotus pond next to the school, saying, “Lotus can calm the mind and teach people to keep their minds.”

On the day when the school was rebuilt, everyone in the village came to help. The uncle who had once opposed your teaching also came with wood on his shoulders and said with a blushing face: “Mr. Zhilian, I was the one who was confused before. Don’t take it to heart.”

You shook your head with a smile, tears filling your eyes: “It’s all for the sake of the children.”

But things didn’t go as planned. That winter, you became sick from overwork and suffered from coughing.The children take turns visiting you, giving you vegetables they grow, and reading the poems and books you teach.When you were dying, you held my hand and pointed to the lotus pond outside the window: “Old boatman, watch for me…watch them grow up, watch the lotus bloom…”

I nodded, my voice stiff: “I will, I will definitely watch.”

Your soul consciousness turned into a wisp of lotus fragrance and landed in the lotus pond next to the school. That summer, the lotus flowers in the lotus pond were in full bloom. Children were reading beside the lotus pond, and the sound of books accompanied by the lotus fragrance filled the entire water town.

On the “drama screen” of the superior civilization, some people began to express their admiration. They said that this was the most gentle way of transcending tribulation, and that it lit up the world with knowledge and love.

Volume 3: Guarding the Wife in the Desert·Zi Ning guards the home, the lotus heart is sent far away (the 400 millionth year)

In your fourth life, you became the wife of a desert garrison of the Dashuo Dynasty. Your name was Zi Ning, and you lived in a garrison at the border.Your husband is an ordinary garrison, stationed at the beacon tower thousands of miles away, and never comes back once a year. So you guard the small earthen house, the old, weak, women and children in the garrison, and you also guard your care for your husband.

I turned into a veteran craftsman in the garrison, forging iron next to the earthen house every day, watching you take care of the housework and take care of the neighbors.The desert was windy and sandy, and there was little water, so you led the women and children to dig wells and plant drought-tolerant sea buckthorn; the food in the fort was not enough, so you distributed your rations to the lonely elderly people; when the beacon smoke came from the beacon at night, you led everyone to strengthen the fort gate and comfort the crying children, without any fear in your eyes.

The most common thing you do is to sit at the door of the earthen house and embroider the purple lotus handkerchief. After the handkerchief is embroidered, you ask the passing postman to bring it to your husband.Each veil is wrapped with a lotus seed brought from home. You said: “This lotus seed can calm the mind and make him worry less when guarding the border.”

I watched you embroider handkerchiefs again and again, and hope for letters again and again, but only waited for the news that your husband died in the battlefield.That day, the postman brought you bad news. You were carrying the freshly cooked sea buckthorn soup. The soup bowl fell to the ground and broke into pieces. You didn’t cry. You just stood there in a daze until it got dark. Then you sat at the door and looked into the distance with the stack of embroidered purple lotus handkerchiefs in your arms.

The people in the fort came to persuade you, but you shook your head. The next day, you still led the women and children to dig wells and plant sea buckthorn, but at night, you would secretly cry over the lotus seeds.I saw how you were holding on, and the mark on your heart hurt so much, so I gave you the iron pot and said, “Put the sea buckthorn soup in it to warm your body.”

You took the iron pot, with tears in your eyes, but smiled and said, “Thank you, old craftsman.”

Later, the enemy invaded and the fort was in danger.You give the stack of purple lotus handkerchiefs to the strong men guarding the fort, and say, “With this, I will act as your husband’s guard, guarding the house with you.” You then give the lotus seeds to the children, and say, “When we win the battle, we will plant lotuses, so that the desert will also have lotus fragrance.”

The people who guarded the fort were inspired by you and took up arms. I also picked up the hammer and guarded the fort gate.The battle was fierce, and you picked up the scissors and stabbed the enemy soldiers who climbed up the fort wall.Finally, reinforcements arrived and the fort was defended, but you were hit by an arrow and fell at the gate of the fort.

When you were dying, you held the corner of my clothes and pointed to the beacon in the distance: “Old craftsman, look at the beacon for me…look at the beacon and see if the lotus seeds can be planted…”

I nodded, tears falling: “Yes, I can definitely do it.”

Your soul consciousness turned into a wisp of lotus fragrance and fell on the sandy ground of the fortress.In the spring of the next year, a lotus actually grew on the sand. Although it was a small lotus, it bloomed extremely hard. From then on, the fragrance of lotus appeared in the desert.

The “drama viewing screen” of the superior civilization was full of emotions at this moment. They finally understood that your love is the infatuation for your husband, the protection of the fortress, and the obsession with this land.

Volume 4: An Orphaned Mother in Troubled Times·The lotus moon protects her young, and the lotus shade blocks the rain (500 million years)

During your 500 millionth year of calamity, you fell into a war-torn and troubled world. Your name was Lianyue, and you became a widowed mother with three orphans.The world is in chaos, food is scarce, and banditry is common. You can barely feed your three children by mending clothes and washing clothes, but you still take good care of them and teach them to be sensible and keep their hearts.

I turned into a salesman walking around the streets, passing by the ruined temple where you live every day, bringing you some coarse grains and needlework.You always say thank you with a smile, and then give all the coarse grains to the children, while you only nibble a little grass roots.

Once, bandits attacked and the ruined temple was surrounded. You protected the three children behind you, holding a wooden stick and blocking the entrance of the temple. Your eyes were full of determination: “They are still children. If you want to rob, just rob me. Don’t touch them!”

Seeing your stubbornness, the bandit leader actually had evil thoughts. I showed up in a hurry, hit the bandit leader with the things in the salesman’s bag, and took the opportunity to escape with you.After escaping to a safe place, you hugged the child and cried. This is the first time I have seen you cry so embarrassingly.

“Uncle Salesman,” you wiped away your tears and kowtowed to me, “Thank you, thank you for saving the children.”

I helped you up and said, “You are their patron saint.”

Later, you fled to a stable village with your children, built a small hut and planted a lotus pond with your own hands.As the children grew up, they all became useful people. Some became doctors, some became teachers, and some became soldiers. They are all like you, compassionate and protective of others.

When you are old, you sit by the lotus pond and watch your children get married and start a business, smiling with great satisfaction.When you were dying, you looked in the direction of your heart (that is the place I have been guarding) and whispered: “Pan Lang, I have protected my ‘children’ and the ‘children’ of many people. This world is finally warm…”

I stood by the lotus pond, and the mark on my heart shone brightly. Your soul consciousness turned into thousands of lotus fragrances, scattered into the three realms, and fell on every child in need of protection.

Outside the Three Realms, those “drama screens” were filled with soft light. They finally fully understood that the love of this chaotic purple lotus was a small love, but also a big love. It was tied to one person’s heart-to-heart care, and it was also a lotus that protected all living beings.

At the end, Lotus returns to her hometown, her love is boundless

On the day when the billion-year tribulation comes to an end, the three realms are suddenly filled with purple lotus fragrance. Thousands of strands of lotus fragrance gather in the purple lotus pond in Liancheng courtyard, condensing into your figure.You are still in purple clothes and plain skirt, with the compassion of common people in your eyebrows and eyes, and you are still the same as when I first met you.

I quickly stepped forward and took you into my arms, feeling your real warmth. My throat was so tight that I didn’t know what to say.

You lean on my shoulder, smell the lotus fragrance in the pond, and whisper softly: “Pan Lang, I’m back, and I’m bringing back the warmth of all living beings.”

I hold your hand tightly and look at the sunset on the horizon. Under the sunset, the three realms are stable, the world is peaceful, and there is a faint fragrance of lotus everywhere.I know that this is your kindness and your love, and I will always guard you, guard this pond full of purple lotus, guard our billion-year bond, and guard this common people under your protection.

The evening breeze blows, the purple lotus sways, and the lotus fragrance spreads through the small courtyard, over the years, over millions of years.Our love can be endlessly written and expressed. It is hidden in the Dao Qi when we first met in the chaos, in the lotus shields side by side with the purple sky, in the fireworks that keep us together in the mortal world, and even more so in your loving embrace of protecting all living beings. It is deeper than the stars, longer than the years, and will last forever.