Master, do you want an appointment? [Cultivation]

Chapter 53 The Illusion of the Past (25)

Nianxu found Mu Wu's bones in Xie Luozhi's tomb.The moment the coffin was dug up, Nianxu felt that Mu Wu was stupid.When he saw the blackened bone, he began to ache.

He had watched this person grow up bit by bit, and in the end he became a skeleton under the cold land.He didn't even have a tombstone or a name of his own, he was just a funeral object in Xie Luo's coffin.

Xixiu Xia was right about one thing, Xie Luozhi was not worthy of Mu Wu's affection.

In the empty mountain, only the lonely wild pine weeps.After years of fighting, this hero cemetery has been ruined beyond recognition.Dilapidated and desolate, with a chill that can penetrate into the bone marrow.

Nianxu sat cross-legged against the coffin, twisting one hundred and eight Buddhist beads in his hand.He chanted the mantra, his mind was empty.He is willing to use his whole life to repay the sins on his shoulders, but he doesn't know how to repay his unconditional love.

He prayed at the tomb for three days, only wishing to dispel his resentment and hatred.But I don't know if I can return his affection.

He thought of the thin little child nestled in his arms in the biting cold wind, and seemed to hear him timidly calling him "Brother Luo".However, Xie Luozhi is dead.

If he didn't say anything about Xie Luo's death, wouldn't he be so decisive.

If, he has not escaped from him, is he not so desperate.

I don't know if I don't know.He just knew that Xie Luozhi had never fallen in love with Mu Wu.He doesn't need others to tell him about this matter. If he falls in love with him, he can't get rid of the world and become a monk.

Zichen, Xie Luozhi felt pity for you when he saw you for the first time. You have been dependent on each other for many years, even more like a blood brother.Xie Luo's love cannot be Mu Zichen.I owe you deep love in this life, and I will repay you in the next life.

Goodbye.

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Mu Wu stepped on the blossoming blood flowers, looked at the ghost fairy with pitiful eyebrows, and smiled.

His hands were tied to the wall, his body was suspended in the air, and only his toes touched the ground.The knees were dripping with blood, but no bones could be seen.

This ghost is weak and almost transparent.He climbed down [-] levels of hell, pressing down on eternal life, to ask for a never-to-be-forgotten experience.

Guixian's complexion was covered with layers of white powder, and his face was as fake as a mask.His eyes were scarlet, he looked at the ghost on the rack, and with the compassion he drew, he counted in detail: "200 years, bone-digging and cramping every day. After finally paying off the sins and reincarnating, you are another Why bother?"

The earnest appearance is quite good.

Mu Wu opened his mouth but remained silent: "Is it the way of a beast? People who commit suicide cannot be cast into human wombs."

Guixian nodded: "Two more votes, sooner or later you will become an adult again."

Mu Wu moved his lips: "I can't wait any longer. I said that I would trade my eternal life for the chance to reincarnate as a human without drinking Mengpo soup."

His lips moved slowly and with great difficulty, but Guixian could see clearly.He pretended to persuade: "If this is the case, you will die completely in the next life. If you don't drink Mengpo soup and jump to the reincarnation stage, your memory will still be blurred after reincarnation. If you don't have a big chance, you still can't remember it all your life. Why bother?" Woolen cloth?"

The ghost with disheveled hair and blood all over his body said: "It's just asking for an end and an end. The soul dissipates and there is no afterlife, so don't worry about it."

Guixian has heard countless stories in the world, and has seen countless infatuated species who are crying or arguing at the bridge of Naihe and refuse to reincarnate.But it's rare to see Mu Wu so interesting.He asked: "Oh. But as long as you drink Mengpo soup, this moment is the end of your love for him."

Mu Wu laughed again: "If the soul is still there, but people forget it, then Mu Wu's life is even more ridiculous. Living and forgetting, I can't bear it."

He paused, then asked again: "If I really completely forgot, it would be the time when Mu Wu's soul flew away."

Guixian thought it was funny, so he broke the skin of pity and laughed wantonly. "You should be reluctant to forget that person, and exchange your eternal life for eternity. Could it be that Mu Youxiang's phase was bought."

Mu Wu lowered his head and remained silent.

Naturally, the phase was not bought, it was climbed up for a person dripping with blood.

Xie Luozhi, I don't want to think about the cause and effect of the past and give up the future. I just want to try my best in the next life.Whether you love it or not, it is my ending.Only Mu Wu can live by Xie Luozhi's side.When Xie Luozhi died, time would lose its meaning, leaving only pain.Now that the ending of the gray-haired time has been found out in advance, it will be less painful if it is earlier.

Xie Luozhi, I'm a little tired.It’s okay if the memory is a little fuzzy, as long as I remember you, at least it can last longer.I can feel less pain, and I can look for you one more day.If in the next life... you are still not tempted in the next life, I will get out of it as soon as possible.

......

Who am I?Where are you?Where is the past?Where are you going?

Yin Chi's mind was blank. He seemed to be drawn by an invisible rope, drifting across the road covered with yellow sand, onto the swaying boat, and drifting past the endless red flowers as far as the eye can see.In the dim light, he smelled the faint fragrance.The fragrance was lingering and lingering, and Yin Chi saw a picture scroll slowly unfolding in front of his eyes in a daze.He is like an outsider, watching the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the second son of Yin in the picture scroll.When the last white snow was frozen in front of the eyes, those sorrows and joys suddenly rushed into my heart.

His surname is Yin, and his first name is Chi, and his character is Wanchao.Living in hell and Huangquan.All the mist in the past dissipated, he recalled it all over in an instant, and picked out Fu Canghan in the next instant to recollect it carefully.He was going to the bridge of Naihe by the Wangchuan River to find someone.

Really, that person was only half a step ahead of him, why ghosts were walking around, but he couldn't see half of his clothes.I heard that there is a three-year-old stone next to the reincarnation well after passing the Naihe Bridge.His Royal Highness is also responsible for kissing someone. If he doesn't clearly write the names of the two of them, he will definitely hold him back from reincarnation.

It's strange to say that when people are alive, they always think about this, care about that, worry about this, and think about that.But after his death, only Fu Canghan could clearly remember those pasts.Everything else seemed like a dream he'd had in a nap.

It's strange to say that the red flowers stretch to the sky, and you can't see the end at a glance.But Yin Chi just took two casual steps forward and reached the border of the other side.The toes are on the cold bluestone ground, and the back of the feet are the flowers of the other shore.

There was a short line in front of them, shaking people... ghosts, overlapping and unclear, just like a group of blurred color blocks.Yin Chi raised his foot and was at the end of the line, he kept looking around but couldn't find the snow-white corner of his clothes that looked like a cloud.

The action efficiency of the underworld is really fast, or today's ghosts are very obedient, and they are classified as wanting to reincarnate.Yin Chi just looked around, and all the ghosts in front of him disappeared in an instant.For some reason, the entire Naihe Bridge was empty and empty without a single ghost.Only Yin Chi and Po Meng were left staring at each other.The short, stocky old lady showed a kind and kind smile, which made people trust her more and guard her less inadvertently.

She steadily made a bowl of soup and put it in front of Yin Chi. Yin Chi smelled it subconsciously, and it was very fragrant.Just didn't smell what it was made of.Yin Chi frowned, and smiled at Granny Meng. The indescribable sincerity and cuteness of this handsome face made people really like him.

"Mother-in-law, what is this soup made of? It smells really sweet." Holding up the rough porcelain bowl with both hands, he tilted his head and smiled at Granny Meng.

Po Meng pursed her lips and nodded to the big wooden bucket beside her, there was still half a bucket of crystal clear Meng Po soup in it.She smiled and said, "Tears, the tears you shed when you were alive."

Yin Chi's hand holding Meng Po Tang trembled.As soon as his mouth flowed smoothly, he let out his surprise: "That's disgusting!"

Granny Meng covered her mouth and laughed "hohoho": "It's all yours, what's so disgusting."

Yin Chi swallowed his saliva, curled his lips and glanced at the full bowl of soup, and said in surprise: "No way. Only my eyes can shed so much? Mother-in-law, why don't you basket me? Trick me into drinking other people's tears. "

Granny Meng couldn't cover her mouth this time, and her whole body began to laugh and "giggle". It doesn't take much, she can use the word trembling like a flower branch when she is ten years younger.

"Your doll is interesting, really interesting, much more interesting than the previous one."

Yin Chi continued to tilt his head, his warm and delicate eyes were pure and innocent, and said, "My last one also had Mengpo soup? It's just like he was empty that day, there wasn't enough space between his teeth, right?" Is it enough for him to forget his past?"

Granny Meng blinked at him, then grinned suddenly, her voice became ethereal, and she said: "Yes, if you want to forget, you can forget it naturally. Being a human being is painful and painful, I wish I could forget it all. What about you, Don't you want to forget? Sigh, in this life of your baby, neither father nor mother loves you, and no one cares about you in your whole life. In your next life, cast a good pregnancy."

Yin Chi's eyes blurred instantly, and his heart throbbed with pain.There are many phantoms in front of my eyes.Those dream-like events before him suddenly became clear.Those mixed emotions came surging with years of unwillingness.The gentle female voice said with repressed hatred, "Why did you appear in my life? Yin Chi, you shouldn't...You shouldn't be named Yin!"

Yes, yes, Mrs. Yin, I know that my surname should not be Yin.

The majestic old father sat high at the head, and glanced at him lightly, with a slight disgust in his frowning brows.He only glanced at him, and it would be a waste to take another look. He said: "Half of the lowly blood is flowing in your body. My Yin family has been innocent for generations, and I cannot allow you to be covered with dust."

That's right, that's right, I'm the rat shit that ruined a good pot of porridge.You don't have to tell me I know.

The next picture was Yin Xiudong's face, his throbbing heart seemed to be clenched by a hand, and Yin Chi couldn't breathe.Don't say it, sister, please, don't say it.Sister, please, please, don't say it.

A pair of invisible big hands stirred his internal organs, forcefully stuffing sorrow and pain into his heart.The light in his eyes gradually disappeared, becoming confused.

Yin Xiudong's voice rang beside his ears.

The author has something to say:

Meow [hugging head] Today is late again, and the past will probably end tomorrow~ I feel that whose past and whose illusion are already very clear~

Little Tail: What do the little angels think~