Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 307 - 306: He Will Always Be Ayu Now

Chapter 307: Chapter 306: He Will Always Be Ayu Now

The old houses in North City from fifty years ago were very dilapidated, which shows that the couple who adopted Yong Hui were not very wealthy.

At first, the couple was very good to Yong Hui, and Yong Hui got whatever he wanted. The young monk, new to the world, was innocent and happy with everything, and he would always ask his parents, "Dad, mom, when are we going to bring Ayu here?"

The couple would always say in a few days until Yong Hui seriously asked, "Are you not planning to bring Ayu here?"

"Little one, Ayu is just a sparrow, and you can’t raise sparrows in the city. Besides, look, our house needs cleaning every day. If Ayu comes, there will be bird droppings everywhere, and it will get very dirty."

"Yes, and besides, there are many bad people outside. If they see you always playing with a bird, they will kill your little bird."

Yong Hui murmured to himself, "Ayu is not my bird, Ayu is free, and I also want Ayu to taste meat, it’s really delicious."

Later on, the young monk gradually stopped mentioning Ayu’s name, but sometimes he would scatter grains of rice outside for the little birds to eat.

After that, the couple took him to the hospital, where the doctor said she was already pregnant and they could come back in a few months for a check-up.

The couple was very happy, and the look they gave Yong Hui changed that moment.

Yong Hui heard the couple discussing, "If there’s a daughter in the belly, then let’s keep the little one. She will have an older brother to help earn money and support her."

"If it’s a son, then we’ll keep him, too. One more mouth to feed won’t make a difference. Eventually, we’ll have Yong Hui help us raise his little brother."

Yong Hui was five years old at this time.

The child with hair looked handsome and cute, and it was clear he would grow up to be a handsome man.

The memory reached this point, and then it was covered with a layer of dark haze.

While Yong Hui slept, the man he called his father entered his room.

"Ah." Mianmian suddenly went dark before her eyes. She touched Yang Xian’s hand and asked gloomily, "Yang Xian, why did you stop letting me see?"

Yang Xian said nothing.

Having started to wander outside at a little over eight years old, he naturally knew what a grown man was up to when he suddenly went to someone else’s side in the middle of the night.

In fact, he had also been molested by vagabonds at night.

But because he had been abused by relatives, he never slept very heavily at night and would quickly wake up, using the steel rod he had hidden in his sleeve to directly stab the person blind and escape.

After that, Yang Xian learned how to protect himself and avoid becoming prey to others.

But he was only nine years old then, and Yong Hui in the image...

Yang Xian’s forehead bulged with veins, and his gaze darkened.

Yong Hui was confused and didn’t know what had happened, still going to school every day, helping out with chores after school.

Later on, the couple went to the hospital again.

The woman died in the delivery room, her body covered with a white cloth was wheeled out.

With the woman gone from the home, the man became even more unrestrained, cursing and beating, calling Yong Hui a disaster. With each passing day, the man remarried, and now there was one more person to beat Yong Hui.

Over time, Yong Hui grew more and more silent, and smiles could no longer be seen on his face.

One day, Yong Hui heard someone say that a pet cat in the neighborhood had accidentally eaten a poisoned mouse and died. Both the mouse and the dead cat were thrown into the garbage dump.

Yong Hui collected the dead rat and cat, skillfully skinned and gutted them, and cooked a fragrant meal.

After cooking, he watched the couple eat that plate of meat, then, under the cover of night, took some money and left the house.

At this time, Mianmian was able to see and hear again.

She watched Yong Hui take the car, ask for directions, and make his way back to Fahua Temple, looking up at Yang Xian and asking, "Why did you stop showing me earlier? Now Mianmian doesn’t know what actually happened to Yong Hui."

If a child isn’t born with an evil destiny or reincarnated as a wicked ghost, and they change when they grow up, it must be because fate took a turn somewhere.

Therefore, Mianmian really wanted to know what Yong Hui experienced after being taken away by the couple.

"There’s no need to see that," Yang Xian said bluntly, his expression cold.

Actually, he felt quite justified.

What Yong Hui did was right; it was fitting to poison those two evil people.

But Mianmian couldn’t be allowed to know the details of the incident; she was still a child.

The concealed memory was revealed, and Yong Hui’s expression was like an ancient well without ripples. He looked up, his aged face gazing at Ayu, "You want to know about these things, but what can you do even if you know?"

He changed his aged appearance back to his youthful self and said in a childlike voice, "The abbot says, good and evil are just a moment’s thought. Ayu, I have chosen evil, and I plan to follow through with it. All beings suffer, and I will use evil to stop evil."

As he spoke these words, Yong Hui continued to transform his appearance.

The young him, the adolescent him, the middle-aged him, the old him.

Buddha spoke of salvation for all beings, yet he was not saved; he sought to create a new Western Paradise - a place of bliss and salvation for those who suffered. What fault did he have?

Ayu flapped her wings, drawing near to the spot between Yong Hui’s brows, touching foreheads with him just like before.

"I understand now, Ashi, I really do." Tears once again welled up in the little sparrow’s eyes.

Yong Hui remained silent.

Suddenly, Ayu tilted his head and his feathers molted away, gradually taking on the form of a child.

That was Ayu’s own appearance.

While absorbing the faith bestowed by worshippers and understanding the myriad states of beings, if Ayu had a true form, he would have long since taken human shape. He also evolved from a three-year-old child to a six-year-old, embracing Yong Hui.

"I went to look for you, Ashi, I really did. The smells outside the temple were mottled, and I flew for a long time. I searched all over the city, but I could not find you."

"So I returned to the temple, where the abbot said that our fates were not yet fulfilled, and told me to wait for you there."

"I did not know, I did not know you were suffering down the mountain."

Yong Hui chuckled lightly, "And what could you have done had you known?"

Ayu was very serious, "If I had known, I would peck the bad people to death and take you back to Fahua Temple, back home."

Yong Hui seemed dazed by Ayu’s response, not expecting the little sparrow, who grew up in Fahua Temple without even catching insects, to talk about pecking bad people to death and bringing him home.

Does someone like him still have a home?

So amusing.

Yong Hui really did laugh out loud, but as he laughed, tears streamed down his face.

"They fed me meat, sugar, and some things you can’t get in the temple, and I believed they would treat me well. But I did not realize that such kindness would cause me pain."

Ayu held Yong Hui even tighter, "No more pain, Ashi, there will be no more pain in the future."

Yong Hui sneered, "But didn’t I cause you pain as well? I asked if you were willing to help me, and you said you weren’t, yet you did not fly away. You brought this upon yourself."

Ayu suddenly laughed, "Yes, I brought this upon myself. But I don’t want to continue making mistakes, don’t want to let others hurt anymore."

Yong Hui was still pondering the meaning of Ayu’s words when, the next second, he heard Ayu say, "Ashi, it’s time to end it."

Mianmian’s Sword appeared in Ayu’s hand.

Even in human form, Ayu’s eyes remained round and endearingly birdlike.

He abruptly thrust the sword into Yong Hui’s back.

The tip of the Sword pierced through Yong Hui, and also through Ayu.

The incident unfolded in less than half a second. Seeing this unfold, Mianmian clenched Yang Xian’s clothes tightly, her little mouth pursed.

Her Sword could obliterate Divine Consciousness. With both Yong Hui’s and Ayu’s Divine Consciousness pierced, both would perish.

"He said he wanted to borrow my Sword," Little Bun’s voice trembled, "Yang Xian, I lent it to him, and yet... I still couldn’t save Ayu."

Yang Xian, seeing their Divine Consciousness gradually dissipating with the wind, slightly narrowed his eyes and replied to Mianmian, "No, you saved him. He will forever be Ayu now."

With the master of the Divine Consciousness world gone, the Little World began to collapse, the Sword returning to Mianmian’s hands.

Yong Hui had not entirely vanished yet; he raised his hand to wipe away the tears from Ayu’s eyes, then suddenly turned his head and gave Mianmian a deep look.

Although he was unwilling to let go, well... let it be, then.

A lotus flower bloomed, landing in Mianmian’s hands.

As Yong Hui’s realm of consciousness completely dissipated, Mianmian returned to her own body. Opening her eyes, Little Bun felt a bit aggrieved and immediately threw herself into Su Chenjin’s arms.

Once Su Chenjin saw Little Auntie was unharmed, he relaxed and asked, "What’s the matter, Little Auntie? Aren’t you happy even though the bad guy has been defeated?"

Mianmian pouted her lips, "The bad guy was defeated, but not by Mianmian. Mianmian still doesn’t understand why it happened like this, and Yang Xian wouldn’t let Mianmian watch~"

Su Chenjin cast a cold glance at Yang Xian, who was getting up from the ground.

Yang Xian raised an eyebrow, directly returning Su Chenjin’s look, "There are things that should not be seen."

Su Chenjin sensed that Yang Xian’s demeanor seemed somewhat changed, but having received an answer, he did not dwell on it, simply picking up Mianmian to comfort her further, "It doesn’t matter, Little Auntie. As long as the outcome is good, that’s all that matters."