Mo Qingyan never imagined that the Destined Noble Daughter Abbot Liao Wu spoke of, who would dispel his calamities, turned out to be the little girl shielding him with her own body.
His misfortunes were entirely borne by her—even at the cost of her life!
Separated by life and death…
Why did it have to be this way…
After Zuo Yang’s death, Mo Qingyan, with red-rimmed eyes, confronted Liao Wu.
Upon learning the truth, Liao Wu gazed sorrowfully at a corner of the sky and spoke the words he had previously withheld.
He said, “That girl was your life, yet you were also her tribulation…”
Mo Qingyan roared in anguish, “Why didn’t you say so then? Why! If I had known, I would never have…”
“Mr. Mo, this is destined karma—no one can change it.” Liao Wu sighed softly and, unable to bear the sorrow, offered guidance: “Mr. Mo need only follow the words the little girl left behind. Perhaps heaven will take pity, and eventually, clarity will emerge from darkness. Amitabha.”
“Clarity from darkness…”
Mo Qingyan felt as if his soul had been hollowed out, his eyes vacant.
The child was gone—where could clarity emerge from darkness?
If he did as the child said, could clarity truly emerge from darkness?
What were the child’s final words?
In her dying moments, as her life faded away, she lay in his arms and, mustering all her strength, smiled and said to him:
“Mo Qingyan, live well…”
Tears had long streaked Mo Qingyan’s entire face.
The surroundings were utterly silent, as if heaven and earth had stilled, leaving only the man’s heart-wrenching sobs…
Afterward, Mo Qingyan personally carved the name “Zuo Yang” onto a wooden plaque. Abbot Liao Wu placed it before the Buddha statue, chanting scriptures daily.
For five years, not a single day was missed.
And Mo Qingyan seemed to have lost all capacity for joy, anger, or sorrow.
No—this man was left with nothing but grief.
His health deteriorated daily, and he lived as if he were a walking corpse.
He had promised his child he would live; he would not break his word. He would take care of Zuo Ying for her.
Yet he longed for death, awaiting the day his life would finally end.
That way, he could go find his darling…
Mo Qingyan and Zuo Yang emerged from that memory, hand in hand, gazing at each other.
Both had red-rimmed eyes glistening with tears.
“Mo Qingyan, did I look like a mummy back then? I must have been really ugly,” Zuo Yang said with a laugh.
Severely burned, head injured, body wrapped in bandages—she was indeed the very image of a mummy.
Mo Qingyan’s eyes reddened further. He brought her small hand to his lips and kissed it. “My child will always be the most beautiful.”
Hearing this, the little girl giggled.
When Abbot Liao Wu arrived, he simply gazed at Zuo Yang for a moment without much surprise and said, “Follow me.”
They went before a Buddha statue.
Zuo Yang immediately spotted the wooden plaque with her name carved on it, placed in front of the statue.
“Little girl.”
Abbot Liao Wu stroked his long-whitened beard, his much-aged face still wearing that benevolent smile.
During their first meeting, Liao Wu had been unable to fully decipher Zuo Yang’s fate, only knowing that Mo Qingyan would be her tribulation.
The two would endure hardships and profound suffering, yet there remained a thread of hope.
Liao Wu had been unable to discern what that thread of hope was.
But now, looking at the little girl before him, Liao Wu understood everything.
He looked at Zuo Yang: “In that lifetime, you were fated with the Three Absolutes, yet you always maintained a kind heart and achieved perfect merit, which earned you this opportunity.”
The Three Absolutes, as the name implies: severed from family, severed from love, and severed from life—no relatives, no lover, and a short lifespan.
“Not everyone gets the chance to make up for regrets and be reborn. For you, death is a new beginning. Once the tribulation passes, everything will open up to brighter prospects.”
Hearing Liao Wu’s words, Zuo Yang blinked: “Monk, you figured it all out, huh? You know, I must have some connection with monks. In that lifetime, I was supposed to die, but before I did, I saved an old monk and ended up dying early. As I was dying, that monk also told me there was a tremendous opportunity waiting for me and kept insisting on chanting scriptures for me, saying my life was just beginning.”
“Amitabha, everything has cause and effect. Since this young lady has a connection with Buddhism, Buddhism naturally protects her.” Liao Wu wore a kindly smile. “Just like in this vast world, there are many things that cannot be explained, and there’s no need to deliberately seek answers.”
Zuo Yang understood—like how she inexplicably traveled back here. In Liao Wu’s words, it was better not to obsess over the why and just go with the flow.
People should look forward!
Her mindset was perfectly fine!
Afterward, Liao Wu handed Zuo Yang’s wooden plaque to Mo Qingyan: “Mr. Mo, please personally smash this plaque. Use force.”
Mo Qingyan’s fingers traced the characters “Zuo Yang” on the wooden plaque. He glanced at Liao Wu, saw him nod, and then forcefully threw the plaque to the ground.
Crack!
Shattered to pieces.
Following that was Liao Wu’s voice: “The plaque is broken. All the unhappiness and imperfections of the past will shatter along with it. Everything will be a new beginning. This time, all wishes will be fulfilled, and everything will eventually be perfect. Even if there are difficulties…”
Liao Wu looked at Zuo Yang, his eyes filled with laughter: “With this young lady here, all troubles can be resolved. The Destined Noble Daughter dispels disasters and hardships. Through all trials, hand in hand, overcoming obstacles, brighter days will come. Amitabha…”
Mo Qingyan and Zuo Yang held each other’s hands tightly.
Yu Ning, standing nearby, was also deeply moved.
Finally, Liao Wu personally saw the three of them off.
Watching the car drive away, Liao Wu fiddled with his prayer beads.
This was the last time he would divine fate for others.
His time was nearly up.
They say celestial secrets must not be revealed—just hint at them.
But he couldn’t bear it and revealed too much, bringing backlash upon himself.
Still, it was worth it.
He loved this world, loved every person with a kind heart and pure, sincere love.
Because such people are so lovely…
…
On the way back, Mo Qingyan enveloped Zuo Yang’s small hand in his palm.
“Kid, in that lifetime, you…”
Mo Qingyan suddenly didn’t know how to ask.
In that lifetime, the young girl actually had the fate of the Three Absolutes, living strongly all alone. But after she died…
Who buried her?
Zuo Yang knew what Mo Qingyan wanted to ask. She hadn’t told him earlier because she was afraid it would upset him.
“Well, after I found out I had cancer, I signed up for body donation. After I died, I became a Cadaver Teacher at some medical university. Isn’t that great?” The young girl’s voice was clear and bright. “In that lifetime, I was truly content, with no regrets!”
Only then did Mo Qingyan understand what Liao Wu meant by “perfect merit.”
It seemed that becoming a “Cadaver Teacher” and contributing to the medical cause was the true “perfection of virtue” for the young girl.
That was why this twist of fate had been granted, allowing the young girl to return to his side.
Yu Ning, who was driving, felt his heart deeply shaken—aching for Zuo Yang while also swelling with pride for her.
Noticing the heavy atmosphere in the car, Zuo Yang nestled into Mo Qingyan’s embrace, her small head nuzzling against the man’s chest.
“Mo Qingyan, in that lifetime, I wasn’t actually alone. From childhood to adulthood, many people helped me along the way. I was fine. So please don’t be sad, okay?”
Mo Qingyan’s eyes reddened at the corners, yet a smile graced his face: “Little one, I’m proud of you.”
In this world, there is no one more remarkable than you.