Kuaishou: The host of calamity has meddled in the villain again

Holding the porcelain bottle, Mu Boyan's eyes became softer and softer, only he knew the bitterness in his heart.

Ever since he met Ran Ran, he seems to have made a wrong step and never been right. Even choosing to die has brought trouble to Ran Ran. He is indeed quite useless. Qualifications, hurting her makes her tired, and failing to such an extent, he should be the only one.

What he didn't want was to use this to force Ran Ran. Mu Boyan's sense of suffocation hit him again. For the first time in his life, he hated his uselessness, his selfishness, his lack of consideration, and made Ran Ran Ran was angry.

Mu Boyan dragged himself out, holding his phone and apologized word by word, ending with the word 'thank you',

He was carrying the ribbon and the glass bottle that had been repaired by him bit by bit. The cracks on it seemed like they are now, even if they were restored, they would have left indelible scars. After collecting them, I drove to Wutai Temple.

This place is deserted and uninhabited. At the foot of the mountain, looking up from here, there are more than a thousand steps, which is just right.

He remembered what Ran Ran said, if he wanted to make amends, he had to kowtow and kneel down a thousand steps one step at a time to be considered sincere. That was what he said to Qiao Ye. Looking at it now, he was not much better than Qiao Ye. A thousand steps equals sincerity.

Mu Boyan held the ribbon that was broken in two, tied it carefully, and placed it on his heart. Together with the restored bottle, he knelt down without hesitation, looked at the high temple, and took one step at a time. kowtow...

My Buddha is above, I do not seek selfish desires, but only wish to atone for sins.

The steps that few people stepped on were covered with moss, and his knees were covered with blue mud. He knelt down and bowed, apologizing over and over again in his heart. The weakness of his body restrained his speed. The unhealed wound burst open, his fingers were worn out by the concrete floor, and his hands were covered with a layer of stains. Even so, he, who has always been a clean freak, didn't care.

He kowtowed vigorously, bleeding, and when he reached one-third of the stairs, he had expended half of his strength, and the shirt he had changed was soaked in blood red, sweat and blood mingled, and it was already hard to tell the difference, Mu Boyan bit The tooth knelt down step by step.

As long as he sticks to the top of the mountain, he will ask for the same wishing bottle back. It doesn't matter if he is disgusted or doesn't want to see him. He has to pay off all the things he has done before, even if it takes his whole life, he should do it of.

The halfway up the mountain was filled with mist, and in the deep mountain, even the weather at this moment could feel the chill, and the sight was blocked by the thick fog, so he couldn't see the direction ahead clearly.

Breaking his pride with his own hands, and trampling his dignity on the ground, Mu Boyan never thought that there would be a day when he would fall because of one person, and live for her, a word could determine his life and death, and he wanted to love with all his strength she.

If he had known, if he had known earlier, the worst outcome would not be today.

Every inch of lovesickness penetrates into the bone marrow.

No one knows about the thousands of steps of the Wutai Temple mountain road. People who were enshrined on the altar have become unbelievers but the most devout believers. sins committed.

After reaching the 5th step and then the 310th [-]th, Mo Boyan, who had not stopped all the way, stopped at this moment. He stroked his chest and silently expressed his endless affection.

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Wutai Temple with a total length of [-] steps, when the clouds and mists were cleared, an old wooden sign full of age appeared in front of him. He fell heavily to the ground, hitting his head on the stone pillar.

The violent impact made him dizzy for a while. He tightly protected the wishing bottle and the ribbon with his hands. He rolled around to prevent the things from falling to pieces. Looking at him, Mu Boyan sat up on his knees, and crawled towards the gate of the temple step by step.

The wooden door creaked, the old texture, just a little bit, just when his hand was about to touch the door, it fell down weakly. He continued to crawl over, bumping his head one after another, and the wooden door opened, alarming everyone in the temple. a monk.

The empty temple, looking desolate, is obviously a place where few people set foot. An old monk in a monk's robe hurried over. Anyone who enters the temple is considered popular.

In the wing room, Mu Boyan refused to heal his injuries. He took out the stained glass bottle in his arms, and there was still some unfinished paint in it. He kept it well, the same amount as that day, but he I can't find a way to make it from pigments, no matter how many times I mix it, it doesn't work.

Maybe even the sky is reminding him that what is lost will never come back, even if he is willing to pay a high price, he will never come back.

"Do you still have such a wishing bottle?"

The colorful paints look great in dim light, even in stained glass bottles.

The abbot had never seen such a stubborn person, and he refused to take medicine or be sent to the hospital. It was the first time they saw such a bruised and bruised man kneeling in the temple, and the stubbornness in his eyes was shocking.

The abbot and the monks looked at each other, and after confirming, he said affirmatively: "Sir, we have never had this kind of bottle here, you must have found the wrong place."

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Never had it, looking in the wrong place.

Impossible, he heard it very clearly, and he could not remember it wrongly. Mu Boyan sat up, with a pleading tone in his tone: "Please take a closer look, maybe it's been too long and you've forgotten it."

Holding the bottle high, he felt ridiculous what he said, and he wanted to find a little bit of new hope out of despair even though he had already confirmed it.

The abbot took a serious look and said sincerely: "We have never done this before, sir, maybe you went to the wrong place."

Wutai Temple has few people, and there are only a few people in total. They have stayed here for many years, and they will not sell anything to people who come and go here. Naturally, they remember clearly.

Mu Boyan brushed the little monk's hand away, and went out step by step, looking at the sign of 'Wutai Temple', the corners of his lips curled up into a smile, which was full of sarcasm and desolation.

He glanced at the already dark sky, and there was a sculpted body of a god and Buddha in the room. He felt cold all over his body, his blood froze, as if he had fallen into the abyss, completely abandoned, and no one could save him. .

He has nothing, nothing, not even redemption.

The gods on the mountain were not willing to give him alms at all, whether they were warning him or punishing him.

If he was punished to admit it, he would be willing to bear the punishment for the mistakes he made, willing to destroy everything to pay back, but no one gave him a chance, and the slightest glimmer of light that he was supposed to grasp slipped away from his fingertips, and he was alone. Leaving him alone in the boundless darkness.