Chapter 187:

... Weisser?
Xueming froze. Why did Wei Zhentu appear here?
He watched the Chinese teacher who had exactly the same appearance as Wei Zhentu approached the emperor, bowed slightly, and the emperor nervously said, "The Chinese teacher is exempt from courtesy, let him straighten."
Later, the emperor said that there was something to discuss with the state teacher and to throw back the others, leaving only two of them in the hall.
The emperor hurriedly stepped down from the base and took the master to the dragon seat. "Why did it take so long?"
The national division smiled slightly and calmly shared the throne with the emperor. "The barbaric country sent 400,000 troops this time, and the spy agent they arranged more than ten years ago was the internal response. It was a bit more difficult to handle. Sorry, I have kept you waiting. "
The emperor shook his head. "It's already fast, but I'm worried about you and miss you."
The teacher seemed to smile, and approached the emperor softly and asked, "How much do you want?"
The emperor flushed, "I think so."
The teacher kissed him, "I miss you too, especially."
The emperor's figure was faint, and he overwhelmed the master on the dragon seat, and kissed the master's lips fiercely.
Soon, there was a low-pitched gasp in the middle of the temple, and the obscene pictures made Xue Ming's face red and red, covering her eyes and afraid to look at it again.
Suddenly, the wheezing sound was replaced by a fierce cough. Xueming froze slightly, and opened her fingers slightly, and saw that the scene had just changed—the emperor with white hair was lying supine on the dragon's bed in the palace, and his eyes were blue. Describe withered.
"Cough ... I'm afraid it's better ..." The emperor couldn't help coughing, but struggled to sit up.
The teacher immediately hurried forward and held his arms, "Don't move."
The emperor leaned weakly on him, staring somewhere in the nimble eyes, and slowly said, "It's not fair, I'm so old, but you haven't changed at all ..."
He slowly tilted his head, and carefully looked at the face of the National Teacher and his youth, "If I can be like you, I can always be with you."
The teacher closed his arms, hiding the sadness under his eyes, and comforted: "I said that I appeared for you, and we will of course be together forever, and I will find you when you reincarnate."
The emperor's eyes lit up, and his skinny hands grabbed the robes of the Master. "We're done."
The teacher gently kissed his eyes, pressed against his wrinkled face, and whispered softly, "Say well, I will find you for generations to come."
At that moment, as if the collapsed rock fell into the lake of Xueming's soul, setting off a huge wave, he covered his head, only feeling that the master and emperor were leaving him.
The splendid palace faded slowly, and in a flash, he saw them again, but this time, they were two young children.
It was raining heavily, and the four- or five-year-old child knelt on a hard slate, already wet.
The little boy cried red and swollen eyes, and his voice was dry, but the door of the room where he stared was still open.
Suddenly, an umbrella was over his head. The little boy looked up, his lips shook, and he trembled, "Cousin."
His expression was a little confused, and he didn't seem to understand why the eight- or nine-year-old boy was treating him, but still said: "Cousin, you are weak, go back."
When he saw the teenager unmoved, he said, "I angered my ancestors. Don't care about me, or you will be punished."
The boy smiled softly. "Then punish me, let's do it together."
After all, the boy lifted his knees on his knees, and was in the rain with him, but the hand that held the umbrella for him never dropped.
After that, the little boy became ill. When he woke up for a few days, he found that the grievances he had suffered had been brought back for him, and the truth about what he said was unwilling to be believed by others.
His old ancestors, his father and mother, knew that he had been wronged and punished those who really made mistakes.
And all this, his cousin is helping him.
But the little boy didn't understand. Why was this cousin who was not close to him and always ill, suddenly treated him so well?
He later asked his cousin, who only smiled, "I'm not good to you, who else can I treat? Without you, I would have died."
The little boy couldn't understand, but those didn't matter, because with his cousin, he never suffered half aggrieved in later life.
Together, they faced the crises hidden in the courtyard of the deep house. They circulated on the court together and retired from the marriage together.
At dusk, the mellow plumeria floats floating, don't have a dark ambiguity.
Today's little boy is already an adult. At this time, he is blushing to the young man who is warm and rude in front of him and said, "Cousin, I, I delight you."
After finishing speaking, he stared nervously at the young man, and when he saw the other person, his face was miserable at first, then his eyes fell and his expression was very serious.
Just when he thought his cousin wouldn't answer, and wanted to say something to resolve the embarrassment, he saw the other person suddenly smile, "It's a coincidence that I am also happy with you."
"what?"
"I said, I like you."
Unfamiliar and familiar voice, Xueming heard a rapid heartbeat, he felt himself surrounded by an indescribable warmth, making him jump with joy, and bowed his head shyly like the young man like himself.
However, when he looked up again, he saw Wei Daoyou walking through the golden wheat ears in the field, as if with a light, walking towards him.
The other party said, "I will be your husband from now on."
In front of Wei Daoyou, there was still a little boy who was born like him, standing in the mud barefoot at this moment, and leaning his head blankly: "Sir?"
"Sir?" Xue Ming chewed these two words repeatedly in his heart. He watched the little boy become more and more rational, more intelligent, and more mature under the guidance of this gentleman. Eventually, he became a generation of famous ministers.
From the moment Mr. appeared, the little boy waited for the most important person in his life.
There is no love between them, but there is a deep friendship, and they are accompanied by old age.
At this moment, Xueming was so stupid and had speculation, he thought, maybe all he saw was his previous life.
In each of his past lives, he was accompanied by Wei Daoyou.
Xueming suddenly felt a sense of sudden realization-no wonder Wei Daoyou would be so attached to him. It turned out that when he didn't know, they had experienced so much ...
But the strange thing is, no matter what period of life, he is not called Xiaojiu, then the little wine in Wei Daoyou's mouth ... who is it?
The whole life of consciousness suddenly turned red.
Suddenly, Xueming saw a Taoist in a red robe chopped down at him, and the pain from his body was as real as he had experienced it.
Who is a Taoist? Is this scene also his predecessor?
Before he can think about it, the Taoist in the red robe split his head again ...
"Boom--"
The sound of a mountain rock bursting in his ear almost shook his soul!
Countless blood and flesh were mixed in the billowing smoke, and he heard Wei Zhentu's voice come—
"Ruan Jiu !!!"
At that moment, Xueming was clearer than ever, everything was clear in the past and present-
Ruan Jiu is his name.
He is Ruan Jiu!
"what--"
Xue Ming screamed and lost consciousness again.
In the main hall of Wanfo Temple, Wei Zhentu was holding Xueming tightly, and said in a hurry: "It's been four or five hours, why hasn't the little wine woke up?"
Jing Yue was about to comfort him. Suddenly, he saw Xue Ming's eyelashes tremble slightly.
Wei Zhentu saw Jing Yue suddenly hold his head, bowed his head subconsciously, and saw Xue Ming slowly open his eyes, his eyes were no longer crazy.
He was all softened, only to feel that his helpless heart was back in place, "You ..."
Wei Zhentu said only one word, but Xue Ming suddenly hugged him, struggling to crush his shoulders.
Jing Yue and Qin Yanzhi were only when Xueming was going crazy, and just when he wanted to stop it, he heard Xueming crying, "I remember it! I remember it all ... wow, sorry, I forgot you!"
Wei Zhentu: "..."
Jing Yue: "..."
Qin Yanzhi: "..."
So, Ruan Jiu regained his memory?
All three were happy, afraid, and embarrassed. I was afraid they had hallucinations or misunderstandings?
Wei Zhentu hesitated for a long time, then carefully said: "Ruan Jiu?"
"Huh!" Ruan Jiu slightly released Wei's map and looked at him shyly, "It's me, I remember it all!"
Not only the life of Ruan Jiu, but also the three lives he and Wei Daoyou spent together.
Wei Zhentu: "Remember?"
Ruan Jiu nodded, slightly embarrassed, "Sir, cousin, state teacher ..."
Wei Zhentu: "..."
At this moment Wei Zhentu's mood can be said to be very complicated. Ecstasy is inevitable, but there is still a little shame beyond ecstasy.
He always thought that even if Ruan Jiu remembered it, it would only be his life as Ruan Jiu. After all, the other three lives of Ruan Jiu were mortal.
If Lan Feng were used to describe it, it would be similar to someone's perennial fine-grained vest, but one day the fine-grained skin was cut off, and the waistcoat was exposed. The words that were said that year would have become the embarrassment of black history. ?
Wei Zhentu saw that both Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi were confused, and the blue phoenix also probed his head toward him, so he quickly covered Ruan Jiu's mouth, "We can talk about these things in private."
Ruan Jiu took a moment and nodded obediently.
After a few people calmed down a bit, Jing Yue asked: "Little wine, what happened just now?"
Ruan Jiu shook his head first, but for a moment, he felt that something was in his consciousness, as if it were an exercise method, and it seemed to be a kind of comprehension. Although they were very vague, they really existed.
At the same time, he suddenly knew all the secrets in Wanfo Temple.
"It's incense," Ruan Jiu said, "you have a problem with that incense stick."
Jing Yue looked at the half-column residual incense and said, "It really is it."
Ruan Jiu: "In the past, Buddhism became a Buddha, and it was baptized with merit and golden light, giving birth to a sense of spirituality."