Chapter 1122

Jiang Wang always felt that he had overlooked something. When he thought of the two figures in his memory, his guess became bigger and bigger:

"Master, I've heard from other monks in the temple that you never go down the mountain these years. Since you never go down the mountain, why do you recognize chanting?"

He was like a lost man walking in the boundless night. He finally saw a light in the dark. He lost his wisdom and tried his best to hold the only glimmer of light.

As an atheist, he knew his guess was ridiculous.

But he would rather be a joke.

The abbot looked at the man who was arrogant and stubborn in front of him and only wanted an answer. The color of lamenting the vicissitudes of life appeared in the bottom of his eyes.

Even if one day does evil, torture a pair of lovers.

The tall figure in front of him finally overlapped with the small figure many years ago. He thought of that windy and snowy night.

The little boy, covered with snow, knelt in front of the statue of Buddha. The wind and frost planted his body. He couldn't see human appearance at all. The wound in the center of the boy's eyebrows was shocking and his lips were purple with cold.

Seeing him enter the hall, the straight kneeling man finally turned back.

Today, he can't forget his desperate and sad look at that time. Obviously, he is the most carefree age, but the little boy's eyes are pathetic and silent, and his tone is unprecedented helplessness and loss:

"... master, I knelt down to heaven, but she still didn't come back."

Obviously, he was a materialist who did not believe in God and Buddha, but he knelt down and did what he thought was the most absurd and funny stupid thing all the time. He was unwilling to miss the chance to exchange her for her back.

The abbot closed his eyes and shook his head.

He owed Mr. Jiang a favor, so when he proposed to send Xiaojiang, who had lost his father and mother, to the temple for rest, he agreed.

Just at the first sight, he knew that the child was too obsessed with Buddhism.

When the disciples in the temple see the Buddha, they will show their pious respect on their faces. However, Xiaojiang is arrogant, with cold black eyes. They stand quietly and watch the pilgrims burning incense and making wishes. The waves in their eyes can't stand up, just like a high spectator.

It was the first time he saw him kneel down to the Buddha on the day when he knelt down to connect heaven.

"Since you have guessed in your heart, why ask me again?"

The abbot was relieved after all.

Jiang Wang's thoughts stopped for a moment. He was trembling uncontrollably all over his body. His loosened fingers were clenched into fists, and his voice was trembling:

"Master, you mean... My guess... Is right?"

The answer was in front of him, but his brain was blank.

The abbot was unwilling to speak again. He made a rude salute to Jiang:

"It's late at night. Go back."

Hiding is not what he wants, but too many secrets will only shorten his life.

Jiang's thoughts were chaotic, and the scenes of the past floated in his mind.

After recovering memory, as like as two peas in the seven eyes, he can see the eyes of the two little girls. Especially, the eyes of the two people are almost identical. After the failure, the eyes of the two people always squint into a crescent moon, like a fox who has successfully stolen the smell, and the radian of the crescent moon curved as if it were carved out in a mold.

At first, he just thought that he was missing too much and had all kinds of illusions, but when he recalled the abnormality of the host day, he was unwilling to float other absurd guesses at the bottom of his heart

As an atheist, he had an extremely crazy desire for the first time in his life, and his cognition was wrong.

What if there are strange phenomena in the world that cannot be explained by scientific theories?

The young man full of vitality in the memory and the little monk with tiger head and tiger brain in the memory gradually overlap, and Jiang Wang's breathing becomes urgent

Will they really be the same person?

A thunderbolt flashed in his mind. He saluted the abbot and ran frantically towards the back mountain.

The man was very fast. In his ears, the mountain wind flowed backward. The cicadas and birds around him disappeared. He could only hear his violent heartbeat.

He has only one destination in his eyes.

"Bang -"

The gate of the peach blossom forest was smashed open.

He stumbled under his feet and ran straight towards the wordless tombstone.

The courtyard is full of fallen English, bright colors, peach petals flying in the air, unbeaten in four seasons.

Jiang Wang knelt directly in front of the tombstone and stretched out his hand to frantically dig open the accumulated loess. The soil covered his trouser legs, but the clean man seemed unaware.

Seven, who followed him, was stunned by his crazy actions. The round cat's pupils opened wide, the hanging cat's ears stood up and exploded into the aircraft's ears. The man in front of the grave flashed hesitation, but he still gradually approached the man in front of the grave, tentatively stretched out clean and white cat claws and dug with him.

Twenty minutes later, a small black coffin appeared between the loess.

Jiang Wang stared at the black coffin. Without any hesitation, he directly opened the coffin cover engraved with scriptures.

The imagined bones did not appear. There was only a gray cassock in the coffin, which was covered by loess.

Jiang Wang suddenly lost all his strength and sat on the ground, like a crazy mental patient, with his fingers embedded in the Loess and a low laugh.

"Empty..."

It's empty.

His eyes were scarlet, staring at the confused seven, and he repeated like a demon.

"Empty..."

"Meow?"

Seven seems to be a dirty cat covered with loess. Its snow-white hair was contaminated with a lot of dust. It sneezed, its little beard shook slightly, and a lot of soil fell to the ground. There are two dark marks on the cheeks on both sides of its beard, which looks cute and laughable.

He didn't understand human emotions, just stared at Jiang Wang, then jumped on his shoulder, stretched out his little pink tongue and skillfully licked his side face.

The original clean man and cat were in a mess. Jiang Wang lifted it from his shoulder and finally opened the first smile of these days.

"... seven, the coffin is empty."

He didn't care if the cat could understand him. At the moment, he just wanted to talk, as if this could confirm his guess.

"... she will come back."

He opened his mouth to himself.

This tomb was dug by him, and the people in the coffin were carried in by him. This peach blossom in full bloom all the year round was also built by him.

Now, the coffin under the grave has become an empty coffin

"Meow ~"

Seven rubbed his face with his head, as if to echo his words.

A man and a cat sat quietly in front of the tomb. In the peach blossom forest, the petals danced lightly and soon piled all over the body.

………

When Jiang Wang, 27, woke up from his dream, he heard a knock at the door of his bedroom.

"Benefactor Jiang, you have the ability to open the door."

The little monk said like chanting scriptures.

Jiang Wang takes the cell phone in the head cabinet and unlocks it. It's three o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Wang: "......"