Chapter 707

It seems to have been gone for a long time. Mata

There was a thick cloud and mist in front of him, making him unable to see the way forward.

When I turned back, there was no trace of where I came from.

Just walking in a daze without being tired or cold, he remembered that he had a clear goal in his heart.

Heaven and earth, samsara upside down, I will definitely find you too.

Even if Qianfeng turns around and Wanshan hinders, he will never give up.

He finally fell down, but his eyes were still looking towards the top of the mountain.

The soul seemed to float up. He penetrated the clouds and came to the top of the mountain. Mata

His body passed through the simple and heavy wooden door and came to the courtyard.

As if guided by fate, he came to the backyard.

A girl in simple clothes is carrying water. Her movements are very slow, but it seems that time is slowly flowing from her fingertips. It is calm and still that makes the cold wind gentle.

"Master." A ten-year-old boy ran over, holding a bouquet of herbs in his hand, his little face was full of excitement: "Is this the ancient Yi Xuelian described in the ancient medical scriptures? I finally found it."

The girl put down the bucket, smiled and touched the little boy's head: "Shifang, the back mountain is very dangerous, you have to be careful."

"There is a master protecting the ten directions, and the ten directions are not afraid."

"Huh?" Shi Fang suddenly turned his head and looked towards the void. Mata

"Master, someone is here."

"Well, I know." The girl said calmly.

"Can he see us?" Shi Fang said in surprise.

The girl turned her head slowly, and the air in front of her eyes seemed to fluctuate violently.

"His emotions seem to be very excited, and he seems to be a person with deep obsession."

The girl's eyes are calm, like the sea and distant mountains, it is eternal and still like the ancient times, seeing the deep sea of ​​time, everything returns to nothingness.

No waves, no waves, no emotion and no desire. Mata

He shouted excitedly, but no sound came out of his throat. He wanted to rush to her, but it was like a barrier, even if his head was bleeding, he couldn't penetrate at all.

The girl looked at him quietly, no longer gentle as before, and her indifference made him startled.

Even though she was close at hand, he would never be able to touch her again.

The distance of one meter is an insurmountable gap in eternity.

The girl waved her hand, time and space changed, and he came to a large hall.

When he looked up, he saw the golden Buddha body on the high platform.

Those pitiful eyes overlook the world. Mata

In the void, an extremely cold and compassionate voice sounded.

"Pure thoughts fly away, pure love falls, and if attachment is too deep, one will fall into the evil realm."

"Among the six realms of reincarnation, if karma and fate are combined, there must be separation. Everything is just an illusion."

"I'd rather fall into the evil way than reincarnation, but I also ask her to return her to me." He waved his hand and swept the fruit plate on the altar to the ground.

That voice seemed to be mixed with a bit of helplessness, and it sounded faintly.

"Moths to the flame, obsessed with obsession..."

——Mata

"Uncle." Qu Youran threw herself on the head of the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

An old man was lying on the bed, his beard and hair were all white, his cloudy eyes were looking at the void, and he stretched out his hand as if trying to grab something.

"Ming... bright mirror...."

A hoarse roar came from the old man's throat, nostalgic and reluctant, just listening to this old voice, one couldn't help but make one's nose sour.

"Uncle." Qu Youran suddenly opened his eyes wide, and then cried heartbroken.

Behind him, Cheng Junze sighed, gently embraced her shoulders, and comforted her softly: "Let my uncle go with peace of mind."

Cheng Junze looked at the old man on the bed with sadness in his eyes. Mata

He remembered that many years ago, after his uncle came back from Paektu Mountain, he seemed to be a different person. He started to live seriously, eat on time, exercise, and work diligently and hard, as if he had completely forgotten the shadow of the past.

His inspiration seems to be inexhaustible. He wrote classic songs one after another and became an immortal legend in the music world. He monopolized all music awards at home and abroad, and defended them for three consecutive times. Later, he withdrew voluntarily. In the campaign, he said that more opportunities should be given to newcomers.

He is noble in art, peerless in talent, excellent in character, supports his juniors attentively, and has never had any scandals about his private life. In the complex entertainment circle, he is unique and has made himself a banner.

The top international music award, when he was fifty years old, awarded him a Lifetime Achievement Award.

He has become the pinnacle that the younger generations of the music world look up to forever, and no one will ever surpass him.

But what moved more people was his loyalty to feelings.

According to legend, he met the love of his life when he was young, and the love of young people is always passionate and impulsive, as hot as fire. Mata

Later, that girl stayed at the age of eighteen forever.

And his heart also stayed in that year.

He never talked about his first love in any public occasions, and his eyes always revealed a kind of silent sadness in calmness, and his later songs always couldn't escape the sense of fateful sadness.

It is many years in a flash.

His name has become an immortal myth, and his infatuation has become a legend talked about by younger generations.

His name is Qu Feitai.

He spent his whole life thinking about it. Mata

Having reached the age of eighty-eight without any illness or disaster, perhaps he felt that his time was approaching, so he donated all the property under his name and arranged his funeral.

He told his niece, who died for him, that he would be cremated after death, and his ashes would be sprinkled in Mount Paektu, and that he would not erect a monument or a tomb, and that he would come to the world naked, that his fame and fortune would be nothing but clouds. , and leave cleanly.

He stared at the void, recalling the scenes of his youth, and there was a gentle smile in his cloudy eyes.

His hands were grasping in mid-air, as if he was tracing the outline of the girl's eyebrows and eyes.

You will stay at eighteen forever, but I am already old....

That lofty shrine is too cold and lonely, can you feel cold or hurt? Can... occasionally think of me?

You have a compassionate heart and fulfill the wishes of the world, can you grant me a small wish. Mata

I have never done a single evil thing in my life, released life all the time, and have been a vegetarian all my life. I have turned my fame and gain into money and helped countless suffering people. I only hope that the gods and Buddhas will open their eyes, and that is enough.

If there is an afterlife...

In the gradually dissipating sea of ​​void, he saw the golden Buddha statue he saw when he was thirty years old.

From then on, those compassionate eyes haunted his soul like a nightmare.

Finally... he let out a long sigh.

He closed his eyes.

A single tear meandered down his cheek. Mata

Beside his ears was Qu Youran's sad cry, which was stripped away from his consciousness bit by bit.

He walked blankly in a void, and finally a voice came from ahead.

In front of him is a wide river, the scarlet river is rushing and turbulent, and the scarlet waves are tumbling, and the skeleton insects are struggling in pain, unable to escape.

This was undoubtedly a strange and terrifying scene, but he walked up the Baiyu Bridge calmly without any fear.

The evil ghost skeletons in the river climbed up the jade bridge one after another, trying to grab his feet, but before they got close, they seemed to be scalded by a scalding fire, retracted their hands in fear, and fell into the river of forgetfulness.

"Love and hate in the world are ignorance. After death, everything is empty. After drinking Mengpo soup, you will be a free person in the next life."

At the head of the bridge, an old woman with gray hair was stirring the tender soup in a big pot, and her calm voice echoed on the bank of the Wangchuan River. Mata

Granny Meng handed over a bowl of soup, "Drink it, after drinking this life's bitterness, joy, love and hatred will disappear, let's reincarnate."

The man took the soup bowl, but didn't drink it.

"I don't want to forget."

Po Meng raised her head in amazement, which of the wandering souls who came here had lost three souls and seven souls, and was as dazed as an idiot.

This person has a full face, peaceful eyes, and a calm demeanor, and said firmly, "I don't want to forget."

This was the first time Po Meng met such a strange person, so she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Gradually, Granny Meng's eyes opened wider and wider, and all the wrinkles on that dry face that looked like old bark gathered together and trembled violently. Mata

"So you are that person."

He was puzzled: "What?"

Granny Meng laughed again: "It's nothing, a long time ago, a woman came to me and promised to give me a tear."

"Then have you waited?"

"I've been waiting for a long time, and now it's finally here."

He was confused: "Are her tears precious?"

"Of course, those are the tears of the Buddha girl, the most holy elixir in the world." Matata

He frowned: "Buddha girl?"

Granny Meng looked at him with gentle eyes: "You have been obsessed too much in this life. If you don't have merits to protect your body, you may have died already. In the dark, everything has its own cause and effect."

Granny Meng took back the bowl of soup from his hand, poured the soup back into the pot, and slowly stirred it with a skull spoon.

"You don't need this bowl of soup, so don't waste it."

Po Meng threw away the spoon and raised her hand, a faint purple light enveloped him.

A drop of transparent water peeled out from between his brows and floated in Po Meng's palm.

"Look, how beautiful it is." Matata

The water droplet was crystal clear and full, as if it contained a vast world, reflecting an incomparable light.

He stared at the drop of water, and some memory broke out in his mind.

He stepped forward excitedly.

"This is what she promised to give me. If you want it, I will exchange it with something on your body."

"what would you like?"

Granny Meng stared at his mouth: "Your singing voice is extremely beautiful, and the sounds of nature in the world are nothing more than this. I want you to exchange your voice."

He said without hesitation: "I will change."

"You stop thinking about it?"

Seeing the unshakable firmness in his eyes, Meng Po let out a long sigh.

"Forget it, the stupidity is so far, there is no cure."

Granny Meng waved her hand, and a wisp of white smoke was stripped from his body, and his face was slightly distorted by the extreme pain.

Soon, he covered his throat with his hands, and the severe pain was like a burning knife.

There was no trace of regret in his eyes.

"I'll give you back this tear." Matata said.

As Po Meng finished speaking, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and he knew nothing.

On the banks of the Wangchuan River, at the head of the Naihe Bridge, Po Meng's faint sighs sounded.

"There are three thousand diseases in life and old age, but only lovesickness can't be cured."

You use a drop of tears to return his dream of prosperity.

The world is upside down and the years are turning, but the true love is eternal.

——

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the breeze is refreshing. Mata

At the gate of the kindergarten, luxury cars lined up.

Children wearing uniforms lined up and walked out of the gate, and were led away by family members or nanny.

Among them was a little girl who stood out from the crowd, with a high ponytail, a small face with red lips and white teeth, and big black and bright eyes. At a young age, her demeanor had a kind of noble and calm that penetrated into the bone marrow.

"Ming Jing, can you be with me?" A little boy with a delicate face beside him pleaded.

"No." The girl refused without looking back.

"I won't play with boys who haven't been weaned yet."

The laughter of children rang out all around. Mata

"Chu Jun hasn't been weaned yet..."

The girl saw the nanny who came to pick her up, smiled and greeted the teacher, walked over and got into her luxury car.

"Chu Jun, don't be sad, she won't play with you, I will play with you." The girl comforted him.

Chu Jun shook off her hand, and said impatiently, "Are you annoying? I only play with Ming Jing."

Everyone called him to lick the dog behind his back, but he didn't care, he just liked playing with Ming Jing.

Chu Jun was listlessly led into the car by the nanny.

Seeing his disappointment, the nanny asked softly, "Master, did you encounter any unpleasant things?"

The nanny is actually not an ordinary nanny, but an early childhood psychological education expert hired by Chu's mother with a high salary. He not only tutors Chu Jun's education, but also guides and pays attention to his psychological problems.

Chu Jun muttered disappointedly: "Mingjing hates me very much, she doesn't want to be in my group, sister Zhen, am I really that bad?"

The woman smiled: "I heard that this weekend is Miss Ming's birthday. Mr. Ming and Mrs. Ming held a grand party to celebrate Miss Ming's birthday. As far as I know, the Chu family and the Ming family have business contacts. The family is also invited. At that time, the young master can give Miss Ming a birthday present. Miss Ming doesn't know you yet. You should give her more opportunities. Over time, she will know that you are a good boy and will be with you played."

Chu Jun immediately smiled, and soon became distressed: "What birthday gift should I give her?"

——

Rolls-Royce drove smoothly on the road.

The little girl put on the earphones, immersed in the light music, and moved her hands gently on her knees following the rhythm of the music. Mata

Suddenly, the car slammed on the brakes, and the little girl suddenly leaned forward. Fortunately, she was wearing a seat belt, so she didn't fall out of the seat.

"Miss, are you not injured?" The nanny immediately stepped forward to check.

Miss Ming is the apple of the eye of Mr. and Mrs., and if she loses a hair, her work will be over.

The driver said guiltily: "Sorry miss, it was my mistake at work."

Ming Jing sat down, raised his eyes and glanced lightly.

At the intersection ahead, an electric car rushed out suddenly, which caused the car accident.

"Let's deal with it." Mata

The driver just got out of the car, walked over to take a look, and guessed in his heart that he was very close.

The traffic light at this intersection was broken. He was extremely cautious, but he didn't expect something to happen.

The electric car hit the front of the car. Except for a scratch, there was no other problem with the car, but the front of the electric car was damaged beyond recognition.

A young man was lying on the ground, moaning non-stop, and a thin little boy squatted beside the man, shaking his body gently.

The driver dialed 120 and then 110, then walked over and asked, "How are you doing?"

The man's eyes opened a little, and the ouch became even more intense. It was rush hour, and there were many people crossing the road. They saw an electric car hit a Rolls Royce, and they all gathered around to join in the fun.

The car behind the Rolls-Royce didn't dare to urge it. The license plate number, at first glance, belonged to the Ming family, so no one dared to urge it. Mata

The driver knew that this person was from Pengci, but as the owner of the car, he was also responsible, and his wife and husband were well-known benevolent people in Jiangzhou City.

"I'll take you to the hospital, and I'll pay for all subsequent medical expenses..."

Before he finished speaking, the man cursed and said, "Look what happened to my car? You want to send me away for the medical expenses? You think so? Don't want me to get up if you don't have five million."

Everyone figured it out, and the lion opened his mouth, five million, why didn't he grab it.

For a moment, everyone looked at the man with contempt.

The driver took a deep breath, "Well, you see, we can't occupy the road and affect the traffic, right? If you can go, get up first, and let's go to a place that doesn't affect the traffic and discuss slowly."

The man couldn't listen at all, lying on the ground in big characters, looking like a rascal. Mata

The driver looked at the little boy, "Little friend, is he your father?"

The little boy nodded.

"See if you can persuade your father to get up first, and let's discuss the compensation slowly."

The little boy remained silent.

Isn't this little boy dumb?

The driver lost his patience, and the lady was still waiting in the car.

At this time, a faint child's voice came from behind: "Since he wants to lie down, let's lie down, run over him, five million, I will pay."

Everyone was shocked by the appearance of this little girl with red lips and white teeth. She must be a great beauty when she grows up.

Immediately afterwards, she was surprised by the content of her cool and domineering words.

The driver immediately replied: "Yes, miss, the picture is bloody, it will stain the eyes of the lady, please avoid it."

The girl stood quietly, "No need."

The driver sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

Seeing that the man was serious, Ma Liu got up from the ground, pointed at the little girl's face and cursed: "How dare you murder me in broad daylight?"

The little girl's eyes were indifferent, and when she looked at people, it was like an abyss. The man was startled suddenly, and felt guilty. Mata

"You wait for me."

The little boy who had been silent all this time tugged at the man's sleeve, and the man pushed him away fiercely, cursing: "Get lost, it's not because of you, you are going to die for me."

Then he punched the little boy like crazy.

The crowd in the audience was startled. Everyone was busy recording with their mobile phones, but no one came up to help.

The little boy curled up into a ball, never saying a word.

Ming Jing's pupils shrank suddenly, "Uncle Li, arrest him for me."

The driver rushed over and subdued the violent man. The man put his cheek on the ground, struggling and yelling, "I'm going to teach my own son, what do you care?"

Ming Jing walked over, knelt down and touched the little boy's cheek, his voice softened unconsciously: "How are you?"

The little boy raised his head, and Ming Jing saw clearly that there were many old bruises on the little boy's face.

She grabbed the little boy's arm and rolled up the narrow sleeves, which were covered with bruises.

Ming Jing took a deep breath: "Uncle Li, I have reason to suspect that he was violent to this child, and I will send him to the police station for strict investigation."

"Yes." Uncle Li kicked the man hard: "You are simply inhumane to attack such a young child."

Ming Jing took out a clean handkerchief from his schoolbag, and carefully wiped the blood and dirt off the boy's face.

Her white-washed wrist was suddenly grabbed by a thin hand, Ming Jing was stunned, and raised his head subconsciously. Mata

Under the long messy hair, there are a pair of dark eyes, but they are so bright and warm, like a person who has trekked in the desert for a long time and saw an oasis.

The dim sunset shrouded them, time seemed to freeze suddenly, and all the noise around them seemed to have gone away in an instant.

In the whole world, it seemed that there were only two people left.

Ming Jing's heart suddenly beat very fast, she didn't like this feeling of being out of control, but for some reason, at this moment, she felt the warmth that she hadn't seen for a long time, like in the reincarnation of fate, she had been waiting this moment.

She gently raised her hand and landed on his eyes, where a mole of tears grew.

"May I have your name?"

The little boy just laughed and didn't speak, his eyes were curved, soft and beautiful. Mata

There seems to be a bunch of flames growing inside. At this moment, the flames are jumping and burning fiercely. The power is enough to destroy the world and turn time and space.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The breeze blew past the ears, and the setting sun cast a pale golden light.

She listened attentively and heard the beating heart.

It seems to be saying, I finally found you.