After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 1078

Time is like a pair of sharp scissors. It cuts off the green years, and it can also cut off the scabbed memory and release the imprisoned thoughts.

But why, but the pain kept cutting like a gangrene.

She woke up crying in her dream several times, unable to breathe in pain, and tonight was no exception.

She lay curled up on the bed, the quilt seemed to be almost torn by her fingers, her suppressed crying echoed faintly in the meditation room, the sound was sad.

Just listening to it will make people feel uncomfortable unconsciously, and will give birth to sympathy and pity.

The person in front of the door suddenly froze in his footsteps. He seemed to have stood at the door for a long time, and at this moment, his clear and compassionate eyes slowly floated a bit of puzzlement, a touch of distress.

"Benefactor, do you have something on your mind?"

As he said a word, the closed door was suddenly opened.

The person in front of him had the pain in his eyes that he had never seen in his life, as if he was about to drown him in it, and he couldn't help but feel pity.

She grasped him tightly as if seeing a life-saving straw, "Buddha saves the people in the world and saves them from the sea of ​​suffering. Then, can you save me too?"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was already crying uncontrollably.

These days, it seemed that it was the first time she cried so much in front of people, crying profusely.

Li Cang looked at her, his eyes seemed to be separated from the clouds, passing through the mist, looking at the beauty and loneliness in the world.

He said, "Xiao Jiu, don't cry, little monk, I can't hug you."

A passerby in the world of mortals, the luggage on his back is full of the world, and he bends down under the heavy weight.

Li Cang endured it for a long time, but still hugged her into his arms, but there was nothing else in that hug, there was nothing but a distress for an old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Yin Jiuqing's health became worse and worse, and she was in pain again and again. She swallowed the coughed up blood every time.

These days, Li Cang took her to watch a misty rain, from the beginning to the end, watching a butterfly, from cocoon to broken chrysalis, watching Kazuki's buds, from blooming to falling flowers.

Not for poetry, not for elegance.

He said, "Xiao Jiu, this world was originally like this."

Yin Jiuqing sat beside the clear pond, staring blankly at the playful fish.

Li Cang sat quietly beside her, his voice was very soft, very light, with a kind of tranquility that had been quiet for years.

"Even if the Buddha is reincarnated, he still has to pay off a long-term debt or settle a mortal relationship when he comes to the world, but after all, he has to endure the sufferings of the world and wake up several times before he can become a Buddha immediately."

"A plant, a snake or an insect, after going through vicissitudes of life, can also be cultivated to become a fairy. Before that, it will still be covered with scars."

"Little monk." Her hoarse voice sounded low, as if it would be blown away by the wind, "he's dead, he's gone."

She said it calmly, but Li Cang saw the panic in her heart.

She became thinner and thinner day by day, leaving only her thin and barren bones.

In that bustling world, hundreds of thousands of states are being performed every day.

He hoped that the world would be peaceful and that there would be no more pain, but he only hoped that her life would be smooth and that she would never suffer from the pain of parting.

She looked at the fish in the water and slowly fell asleep.

Li Cang wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with his fingertips, and through this strange face, he still clearly remembered her appearance.

He looked at her who was still sleeping with her eyebrows and eyes tightly closed, and an inaudible sigh overflowed his lips, or maybe, "You are like this, how do you want me to feel at ease?"

(End of this chapter)