The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

When the driver brought Shen Moyan home, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and the shade-covered villa was still full of business under the early winter sun, but the man who got out of the car had a face paler than paper, wrapped in a coat to cover up the shabby man. Rotten clothes.

Lao Zhang was a middle-aged man, he could see his nose, his nose, his heart, and he didn't dare to look any further. He nodded and drove away in a hurry, fearing that he would ask for trouble if he stayed for a while.

Shen Moyan took out the key and wanted to open the door, but his hands trembled several times before he matched the keyhole, and his whole body was trembling constantly.

He shrunk his neck, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or too much blow, when he walked to the living room and saw Heng Yan, his eyes were empty as if he didn't know him.

"You're back." Heng Yan opened his pupils, looked at the man standing in the entrance, a trace of unbearableness flashed in his eyes, but by the way, he immediately lowered his eyes, and kept turning the prayer beads in his hand: "Amitabha, go and change your clothes. "

"You knew it would be like this, right..." Shen Moyan found his voice after a while, hoarse and almost unfamiliar, he turned his head to look at the monk, and suddenly sneered, his face was full of sarcasm: "You early You know how Wang Ye will react, you already knew that he would detect the clues even if he didn't know anything, you already knew..."

He raised his chin, his eyes full of pain: "I will be tortured to the point where I can't get rid of my skin...you know everything...but you are still here pretending to be sad...pretending to be calm light...."

The sound echoed in the room, and the sharp feeling of piercing the eardrum made the monk's fingers freeze. He closed his eyes and settled down, and when he looked at Shen Moyan again, he was clearly forbearing.

"If it hurts, you will let it go." Heng Yan said earnestly: "I have advised you not to be attached to Wang Ye, he is too hostile, you two hurt yourself."

"You also promised me to find Xue Shaoqing's soul in the future!" Shen Moyan moved to the monk in an instant, and his sharp nails stretched out at some point, approaching the main artery of his neck: "Now where is the soul? Have you found it?!"

"The old man promised you, and never broke his promise!" Heng Yan waved his paw, frowned and said, "It's been too long, and it's not a short while before you find Xue Shaoqing. Back then, you couldn't find Xue Shaoqing near the mass grave, inside or outside Rongcheng." If you don't see any traces, it's useless if you are aggressive!"

"Then what do you want me to do?" The despair in Shen Moyan's eyes grew deeper and deeper, like the wailing of a dying person: "What do you want me to do...I can't find Xue Shaoqing...what should I do? Go face Wang Ye...you teach me! Teach me!"

"Let go! Give up!" Heng Yan stood up with a flick of his sleeves, but when he looked at him with pupils, there was still a trace of regret: "With your ability, it is easy to escape Wang Ye's control. Hold your own things in the palm of your hand! It is a debt to you and him!"

"Put it down? Ha...hahahahaha..." Shen Moyan sneered and shook his head again and again, and stepped back a few steps, as if hearing the biggest joke in the world.

Wang Ye's past gentleness, past domineering, past scorching body temperature are as vivid as a reflection...he can't tell who the heart beating in his chest is for...he doesn't know what conditions to get Only then can this man be put down!

"Hengyan..." He raised his head and looked at the monk's eyes full of vicissitudes: "Have you ever let go... Do you know what it feels like..."

"You won't be able to become a Buddha long ago, right? How long have you lived in this world? 1000 years? 2000 years? Hengyan... What are you obsessed with?"

Shen Moyan straightened his body and looked at the monk with a ferocious face. There was only a pool of stagnant water in his eyes: "You have never dared to let go...and why are you educating me..."

Heng Yan's body trembled, as if stimulated by his words, his two white eyebrows were tightly frowned, and he forced himself to close his pupils and stop looking, but the rosary in his hand turned faster and faster: "I've already put it down... 1000 Years....it's been long enough....nothing can hold me anymore...."

"Heh..." Shen Moyan seemed to feel extremely ironic about poking the old monk himself, and looked at the scenery outside the window with a wry smile.

In the following words, he couldn't tell whether it was to refute the absurd Buddhist theory, or it was just...he wanted to let others get hurt along with him, so he felt happy.Even the corners of his eyes were covered with scarlet, Shen Moyan glanced at the old monk and said nonchalantly: "Do you think I don't know anything... You have a demon pill of a nine-tailed fox in your body!"

Heng Yan raised his head in shock, looked at him with wide eyes in disbelief, and the Buddhist beads in his hand stopped instantly.

"Do you think that my hundred years of life are in vain? You are old and not dead, and you can live for a thousand years. Why, don't I find out by myself? You tell me to let go... But how did this demon pill come from? Dare to say it! Do you really dare to say that you let it go!" Shen Moyan felt a chill on his face, and touched it with his hand, only to see that at some point, he burst into tears.

"You are presumptuous!" Heng Yan slapped the table, his face was full of panic that was exposed, as if the long-forgotten past had come back to his mind, and even the demon core in his body trembled.

He flicked his sleeves and whipped up a gust of wind, throwing Shen Moyan to the corner of the wall, his chest was still heaving violently, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

"I didn't! I didn't let him go! I'm a monk! How could I not let go of a monster!" Heng Ya's voice was so hoarse that it was scary, but in just a moment, he realized that he had lost his composure, and he gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress the flood of thoughts in his heart. He shook his head vigorously.

"Time will heal everything, even if it was painful at first, but as time goes by, you will feel much better..." His lips trembled, but he desperately wanted to say these words, somehow wanting to comfort Shen Moyan , or just to comfort himself.

"Do you believe it?" Shen Moyan supported his body, turned his head to look at him, his face was as pale and bloodless as his, one was getting old, the other was young and beautiful, but they were both dead and alive, lingering in this world.

Who is worse?Who is in more pain?

"Do you believe these words? Or...you used it to paralyze yourself for thousands of years?!" Shen Moyan questioned in a neither high nor low voice, but he held the monk's throat like a demon, making it difficult to breathe.

"Old...Of course I believe..." Heng Yan subconsciously turned around, not daring to look at him again: "This is what the master told me, it must be right."

"Ha, then what are you afraid of?!" Shen Moyan supported the wall and stood up, smiling like a ghost in hell, pointing two fingers at the monk: "You never dare to face it, and you dare not give up, so you just Dare to forget, you think nothing will exist if you forget! You talk about the great benevolence and righteousness of Buddhism, and talk about greed, anger, ignorance, love, evil desire, you are a thousand times more despicable than me looking for Wang Ye!"

"Shut up!" Heng Yan violently overturned the chessboard on the couch, and the black and white stars were scattered all over the ground in an instant, jumping around in the room: "I don't want you to tell me!"

"What are you doing?!" A thick male voice sounded from the entrance, abruptly interrupting the dispute between the two.