The Ex-Wife Strikes Back

Synopsis:

At twelve, she made a wager with herself.

If they behaved themselves, she would lie low like a dragon beneath the sea. If they stirred up a storm, she would turn the tides against them.

She fell from the clouds, having forgotten all feeling. Then let the whole world pay the price.

She said, “The last thing I need in this life is someone worrying about me.”

She said, “I hope I can go through my whole life without needing to gain anything, and so without having to endure anything.”

She said, “I just can’t accept that after spending more than ten years grinding an iron rod into a needle, I still haven’t reached the day when I feel nothing.”

She said, “I’ve only come to say goodbye today.”

She said, “I won’t kill you, nor will I let anyone else have the chance to. My greatest punishment for you is to make you live as long as possible.”

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She was not the monk who devoted himself to seeking enlightenment. Naturally, she would not awaken to the mortal world and retreat into a monastery. She was an ordinary person.

She simply did not believe in eternity and had no regard for compassion.

She had simply become heartless before her heart could stir.

Her heart was simply too hard. Before she could encounter an obstacle as beautiful as the one that monk had faced, the wind had already weathered away her tenderness.

Whether she ever met it, fell into it, or lost herself in it for a time no longer mattered. Because

she had already become the person she was now.

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She is a cold-blooded, calculating woman, born in the name of mercy yet bent on destroying hearts.

From the moment she set out, she was forceful and willful to the core. The word “weakness” does not exist in her dictionary.

If you love her, that is your misfortune.

If you can reach up from the clouds and catch the hem of her fluttering skirt, then that is your good fortune.

★★A Supporting Character★★

[Ji Weiyang’s Words]

I

He was Ji Weiyang, a guest of the Buddha in this mortal world.

In the vast, frigid northern lands, he and the woman he loved awaited the setting sun amid endless yellow sands, only to part in the depths of winter as snow swirled around them.

The dream of his life stopped outside the Buddha’s gate. So the hopeless Ji Weiyang could never take another step forward, even in death, nor could he turn back.

Broken, Ji Weiyang knelt in the icy snow, holding the woman who had died. The yellow sand still lay beneath the white snow, but his life had already left with her.

II

Jueming of the Buddha, carrying Weiyang’s memories, tapped a wooden fish and chanted, his voice lingering throughout the hall.

That year, clutching my greed, I desperately sought redemption. Surrounded by snow and ice, I exhausted all my joy and sorrow…

That year, I knelt and gazed at your mysterious Dharma form. The chime echoed, and beneath your solemn gaze, my hair fell white as snow…

That year, beneath the Buddha’s roof tiles, I chanted in a lingering voice. The one sitting cross-legged on the cushion: a devil, or a devout believer?

Buddha, the snow-covered wasteland was bitterly cold. I died before I could worship you.

So, amid the rise and fall of the human world, I could never again feel compassion.

III

Those people spent their days fervently chasing an empty and harmful false justice. Did they ever look back at their parents, whose hair had turned white at home? Did they ever show tenderness and consideration to their devoted wives? Did they ever help raise the babies in their arms? They called themselves heroes, yet how many families had they shattered with their slaughtering blades? So he gave them thirty years. If they turned back, they should have seized those thirty years, cleansed their hearts of bloodshed, and returned to their loving fathers and strict mothers, to the joy of family life surrounded by children. Sadly, not one of them turned back. Every last one went mad with the so-called righteousness of sacrificing themselves for the Way, and resolutely plunged a blade into their own hearts.

What had bewitched the people of this world, blinding them to the love between parents and children?

They wielded blades of slaughter, shouting that they wanted to uphold truth and goodness. But what were they trampling underfoot?

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When the Flowers Bloomed, What Are You, Emperor? http://read.xxsy.net/info/277911.html

Absolutely amazing!

A clever heroine and a powerful emperor!

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