Villain: Reincarnation exposed, the heroine collectively cried and begged for my forgiveness

"Sister Mengru, do you really want to do this?"

At this time, a cold voice came from the crowd.

Everyone heard the reputation and looked, it turned out to be Ling Qingyao, the empress of the Cangye Dynasty. At this moment, she stared at Tang Mengru coldly and said.

"Although he was very kind to you at the time."

"But can he really ignore the harm he caused you later?"

Tang Mengru sighed: "Sister Qingyao."

"Although he has caused some harm to us, isn't everything he did for us? Do we really know how much he has endured silently for us?"

"Can't we think about it from his perspective?"

"Sister Qingyao, you have spent a lot of time with him. I believe you know what kind of temperament he is."

"Don't you really think he will be bad for us?"

Ling Qingyao snorted coldly after hearing the words: "Don't think that everyone is the same as you."

"Back then, he disregarded his past friendship and killed me."

"I'll never forget that."

Having said that, Ling Qingyao flew to Tang Mengru's side and grabbed her.

Pointing to the mirror image of the dzi bead, he said, "The second life of that guy will appear in the dzi bead soon, so watch carefully."

"How cold-blooded and heartless this guy is."

Tang Mengru was helpless, she knew that even if she wanted to rescue Mo Hengyu.

That is impossible.

After all, the people around are all the top powerhouses of the major forces.

All are holy realm cultivation bases.

Even the weakest ones have the cultivation base of the supernatural realm.

Now he wants to rescue Mo Hengyu.

There is hardly any possibility.

Thinking of this, she followed Ling Qingyao's finger and looked at the mirror image of the dzi bead.

……

In the mirror image of the dzi bead.

A scroll slowly appeared.

On top of the towering green hills, there are many temples.

It is magnificent and magnificent.

This is the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas, Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain.

There are many temples on the entire Wanfo Mountain, like stars scattered among the mountains and forests.

It is like a mirror image of a Buddhist holy place.

On this day, at the foot of Wanfo Mountain.

In a temple, the incense is flourishing, and there is a sea of ​​people, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.

At this time, a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in rags, shuttled among the surging crowd.

The boy held his shirt tightly, looking tense, as if he had something important in his pocket.

The young man raised his head in the crowd, and only then did everyone see his appearance clearly.

It was Mo Hengyu.

Today is Buddha Day.

As a holy place in the Buddhist kingdom, the Buddha Ritual Festival is an extremely important festival for all Buddhas and Daoists.

The surrounding people will burn incense and bathe on this day, eat fast and chant the Buddha, and come to worship the Buddha.

However, Wanfo Mountain, as a sacred place of Buddhism, is not accessible to ordinary people like them.

Therefore, whenever such a grand event occurs, Wanfo Dao will gather everyone in Mingkong Temple at the foot of Wanfo Mountain to hold this important grand ceremony.

……

"Ming Kong Temple?"

The dzi bead is mirrored outside.

A Buddhist and Taoist disciple exclaimed.

He has heard of the name of Mingkong Temple.

Back then, Mingkong Temple produced a peerless genius who practiced extremely fast.It is even expected to become a deity and become the next new Buddha.

However, for unknown reasons later, that person actually betrayed Wanfo Dao, and even destroyed the entire Mingkong Temple.

The reason for this is unknown to them.

Master Kongxing frowned, looking at the Mingkong Temple that appeared in the mirror image of the dzi beads.

"Could it be that the peerless genius in Mingkong Temple was Mo Hengyu?"

The master of emptiness was taken aback by his own thoughts.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it was.

After all, the mirror image of the dzi beads will not appear in Mingkong Temple for no reason.

All of this must have something to do with Mo Hengyu.

……

Every day it comes to the Buddha Festival.

There are countless pilgrims at the foot of Wanfo Mountain, and there are also business peddlers who hope to make a fortune through such a grand ceremony.

Mo Hengyu grew up in the outskirts of the Buddhist kingdom, his father plowed a few acres of barren land, and his mother sewed monk clothes for others to make ends meet.

In this world where practitioners are everywhere, ordinary people like them can only live with difficulty.

Mo Hengyu fantasized since he was a child that he could become a powerful practitioner, flying into the sky and hiding from the ground, omnipotent.

In this way, they don't have to worry about making a living every day like they do now.

It's a pity that all the big forces that can become practitioners do not recruit disciples from the mortal world.

Mo Hengyu suffers from nowhere to seek the Tao, so he can only help his father with farm work to make ends meet.

At the age of seven, he helped his father to work in the fields.The bones of the whole body are extremely strong.

He has a sister, a brother, and a sister.

Therefore, life in their family was very difficult.

On weekdays, I can only barely eat.Sometimes even hungry.

Fortunately, this year's harvest was good.

Mo Hengyu saved a few copper coins by saving food and money, just hoping to buy a candied haws on the Buddha Festival.

He has been coveting candied haws for a long time.

It's a pity that, given their family's financial conditions, it's not bad to be able to eat enough.As for buying candied haws, their family has that financial strength.

Every time he celebrates the Buddha's Day, he always salivates when he sees the candied haws.

Finally, on the Buddhist Festival when he was ten years old, he finally mustered up the courage to ask the price of candied haws.

A string costs five cents.

He thought that he must work hard next year, chop more firewood in his free time, and sell it in the market.

I will definitely be able to save the five cents.

Touching his empty pockets, Mo Hengyu could only reluctantly look at the candied haws, swallowed his saliva, and went home.

He secretly made up his mind that he must buy a bunch of candied haws at the Buddha Festival next year.

Finally, this year, his wish will come true.

Mo Hengyu in the crowd held his shirt nervously and looked around, as if he was looking for something.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

Not far away, it was the hawker selling candied haws.

"Brother, brother."

Suddenly, two voices sounded, Mo Hengyu suddenly turned around, it was his younger brother and sister.

Mo Hengyu smiled slightly, hugged the two little guys in his arms, and asked with a smile.

"Didn't you go to offer incense with your parents? Why is brother here?"

"Brother, father, mother, and sister are going to offer incense. Let us come and find you."

Mo Hengyu's younger brother was about seven years old, pulling his younger sister, and said childishly.

Mo Hengyu chuckled and patted the heads of the two little guys.The two little guys looked at the hawker selling candied haws in the distance, their eyes full of longing.

The two little guys salivated when they looked at the candied haws.

Mo Hengyu touched the five cents in his pocket.

He sighed secretly in his heart.

Looking at his younger siblings, he smiled and said, "Can my brother sell you candied haws?"

"Yeah!"

"Brother is the best."

The two little guys were overjoyed immediately.

"But we have agreed in advance! We can't let our parents know. Otherwise, my brother will be beaten."

Mo Hengyu looked at the two happy little guys and said pretendingly serious.

Five Wen, that's enough food for their family for three days.

If his parents knew about it, they would definitely be reprimanded.

The younger siblings nodded hurriedly.

Mo Hengyu smiled slightly, and led them to the hawker selling candied haws.