Hua Lu Miscellaneous Talk

"I heard a version of the previous story." Suddenly, Wang Xu's body shone with golden light, and the sound of Buddhist scriptures could be faintly recited. Wang Xu himself was hidden in the golden light, and even his voice was filled with compassion. "The oiran didn't wait for his sweetheart, so he ran over to look for him, but saw the scholar lying in a pool of blood. It turned out that the other side of the brothel knew they were going to elope and came to teach them a lesson, but the scholar refused to follow suit. When the oiran arrived, the scholar had died gone."

The corpse leader showed a very flustered expression in a daze, and his face turned pale with powder, Wang Xu continued, "She hated it so much, she took a knife and rushed back, and killed the old bustard desperately, He cut anyone he saw, and then committed suicide in the well where they met..." The expression on the woman's face had turned into pain, and the word "you" was only asked from her trembling lips, it was completely impossible to tell that she was planning to grind her teeth just a moment ago The corpse leader who drank blood and killed people.

Thousands of years have passed, and the name and appearance have long since returned to the dust. Only that story, repeated in my heart over and over again, seems to be all the motivation to sustain it. In the end, even my own name and surname have to be discarded.Then the story was repeated a thousand times, recalled a thousand times, but gradually even I didn't know if it was true, it seemed that there were countless versions in my mind, but I couldn't be sure at last, what happened before was such a story .

She really doesn't remember the person's voice, face and appearance, but only remembers the kindness of that person. In the evening when the moon was thin, she softly put on a long gown for her, or leaned over to tie a hairpin for her in the early morning twilight, She can even tell the color of the gown, the pattern of the hairpin, these memories have never worn away traces, such as the moonlight that never changes, as clear as yesterday, and these memories have become, she can keep Yes, all.

So she finally no matter what, just want to change "he" back, she has forgotten many things, but about him has become more and more clear, but she really can't tell what that person looks like, but if she really wants to If she described it, it would definitely be the best face in the world.

Wang Xu sighed: "If you want to see him, go into reincarnation, he...is waiting for you too."

Seeing scriptures circulating on his body, Teng Yu couldn't help reminding: "She has become a leader and cannot enter reincarnation."

"Amitabha." There seemed to be a hint of relief in the monk's tone, and after listening carefully, he could tell a gentle smile, "Then let me exchange my nine lifetimes of practice."

When the golden light wrapped around the corpse leader, she didn't struggle, she just stared blankly at Wangxu, as if she was trying to think about something, with bloody tears on her face, she seemed unable to see her Yin Qi cultivation base dissolving inch by inch In that golden light, he asked blankly, "Why don't you wait for me?"

That process should be painful, because when the golden light fades away, the woman is aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the woman did not make a cry, and still stared at Wangxu, but it seemed to be looking at another person , she finally retreated step by step and sat down on the soft bed. For a moment, it seemed that nothing had changed. She was still sitting on the small building, waiting for her sweetheart in the moonlight. Peerless elegance, then she raised her head and smiled at Wangxu: "Maybe this young master has hair tied up for the slave family?"

"Okay." Wangxu walked over, walking unsteadily, and his back was a little hunched, but he was very gentle and serious, brushing the girl's hair, and then tremblingly took out a golden step shaker from his arms.

The golden steps are extremely beautiful, taking the shape of a peacock, the color is bright and eye-catching, and the falling gold tassels are swaying and moving, as if seeing a peacock opening its tail.

Wangxu carefully inserted the golden hairpin into the woman's gray and dry hair, and heard the woman's hoarse voice: "Tomorrow, will I see you again?"

"Yes, as long as you're here."

"Then... that's good..." The woman's head finally drooped, but after a while, her face was withered, her skin and flesh turned to ashes, and two words came out faintly: "I...wait..." Something came from the hollowed-out skeleton. Zhong fell to the ground with a crisp "pop", but it was separated under the peony skirt, and his face could not be discerned.

Seeing no fear of the dead bone in front of him, Wang Xu kissed that head: "Forget about me." Afterwards, even the white bone turned into fly ash, leaving nothing behind.The flower skirt fell, and the bright red on it quickly faded, and the fabric became thin and brittle. Those things that were thousands of years ago should have corroded into ashes long ago.

Teng Yu was a little surprised and couldn't bear it: "Didn't you say that if she enters reincarnation, she will be able to meet each other?"

"Thinking about it, he used the ninth generation of cultivation to wash away her karmic debts and avoid entering the sea of ​​suffering, and then exchanged her own reincarnation for her reincarnation..." Lin Wangzhi stared closely at Wang Xu, "Buddhism pays attention to the cycle of cause and effect, good and evil. Retribution, retribution, retribution, really fair."

"Benefactor Lin really understands people." The monk's voice became much older in an instant, like an old man with gray hair, "But can the two of you leave the poor monk alone and be alone with her for a while?"

"Naturally." Lin Wangzhi opened the door without hesitation, pulled Teng Yuhe to close the faded wooden door, and the monk murmured to himself in a low voice: "It's good to lose like this." Very good." Lin Wangzhi stopped closing the door for a moment, but only for a moment.

They said they were alone for a while, but both Teng Yu and Lin Wangzhi knew that after the door was closed, they might never see a monk named Wangxu again.

Teng Yu thought there would be a fierce battle, but he didn't expect it to end like this.He took Lin Wangzhi's hand, and looked at the wooden sign hanging by the door, but it was so full of marks that the original handwriting could no longer be discerned.

Teng Yu sighed in his heart, but he held Lin Wangzhi's hand tighter, thinking that he had just experienced such a shocking sadomasochism, and he shouldn't be in a happy mood anyway, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't help it. Tilt up.