Alam Mandala
Disappointment

The pink-leafed tree looked more radiant after the rain washed it last night, as if it had been re-dotted and cleaned by nature. But there are old leaves falling under it and touching the puddles. The sunlight reflected from the puddle and the blue sky was visible on its surface, which was even more beautiful than the original.

The tree is huge and hundreds of years old. The bark of the tree was already very hard and the roots came out forming an unexpected natural art.

One leaf again fell and the bird flew there from one branch to the other. People will feel calm when he stands there hearing and seeing the beauty of nature.

Xiang We stared at the tree for a while and began to remember that it was there that his brother was hanged after being killed and one Sword still pierced his chest. He felt sad when he saw the pale face filled with blood at that time and felt sorry for not giving him water in the last moments of his life.

The sword stuck in one root and the rope was still hanging on it. The sword has rusted and is not recognized if it was a beautiful sword before. While the roots that were stuck began to envelop him and hold tightly, and receive pain from the sword.

When he saw it, he suddenly saw the tree had lost all its leaves and a girl was hanging helplessly there. His fate is really sad, which even the wind did not blow play it.

Not long after, a woman dressed in white walked over and realized Xiang We. In his hands some fruit and incense. He was silent when he saw Xiang We. Meng Lin then walked after finding out who the woman was and set foot among the puddles, making small circles there.

Xiang We only noticed what the girl was doing.

Meng Lin placed the fruits in front of the Sword, then lit some incense and placed them there as well. He covered his hands and began to pray.

He left, but Xiang We stopped him

“Why did you do it?”

Meng Lin was silent for a while, but he decided not to answer and left from there.

Xiang We let go of her just like that and looked at the woman's departure.

He walked closer to the sword.

At some point the pink leaves of the tree dangled down and touched the puddle.

Xiang We then fell silent staring at the grave of his sister Xiang Ya who looked more beautiful than a few years. He did not know, whether it was because of yesterday's rain or if someone was secretly guarding his sister's grave.

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Bing jiazhi then took out three of his rings at the same time after seeing the man's whereabouts.

The man was still calm after seeing her. Then his calm face said quietly, “today I do not want to fight with you.”

“But, I want to fight with you,” said Bing Jiazhi then ran and swung his sword.

The man frowned in annoyance and then raised his hand forward. The tip of his finger touched Bing Jiazhi's sword, but there was not the slightest trace of blood. Then the man pushed Bing Jiazhi and made her push back.

“I told you already, I don't want to do it right now.”

The man then turned around and walked away, then slowly disappeared.

And, looking at the way he resisted Bing Jiazhi's attacks, he was certainly not a person of low cultivation.

The man made Bing Jiazhi curious.

Meanwhile, Zhizhu also looked slightly frowning and wondered who he was.

Mother Xiang We stood up then said as she walked, “There are various humans in this world, you don't have to think about it.”

He then left and Zhizhu looked for a while and approached Bing Jiazhi.

He saluted without saying and left from there.

Bing jiazhi then followed him from behind without saying anything.

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This midday wind felt weaker than before, making the overheated Meng Lin shake her fan for a while. He stood up and walked to the window of his room.

From there, two people came closer. One was a servant and the other an old monk. They walked into his residence.

Meng Lin then opened the door and walked up to the monk in the guest room. When he arrived, he saw that his servant had entertained the monk with a drink made from fruit extracts. Fortunately, the Monk accepted it, making Meng Lin feel respected.

He saluted and expressed his intention of inviting the Monk.

After saying the problem all along and several times stroking his large stomach, the Monk then asked Meng Lin's birth date.

“I've forgotten my date of birth, but my mother said, I was born when the rain subsided and lightning struck the flowers that were blooming in the garden of the house.”

The monk was silent for a moment.

Meng Lin could not bear waiting for an answer from the monk, then he asked excitedly, “is that a bad sign?”

“No, but as the flowers bloom, your life will be happy, But also like that Lightning strike, there will be great events in that happiness.”

“What does this have to do with my content? Lord Monk, will the child I gave birth to be born alive and well?”

“I don't know.”

Meng Lin was surprised to hear that. He thought inviting a monk who was able to predict and know the future would be able to give him an answer to his question, but he was not. “I was in vain to invite you. You're just like a con man giving an enigmatic answer.”

“I just do what I can.”

The monk then stood up and walked away.

Meng Lin was already disappointed, he then turned around to go to his room.