Vol 77 Chapter 818: The previous life, the memory is over.

[I only wish the donor to get the wish as soon as possible. 】
In the end, I only said this sentence, not more.
Then, Xi Mubai watched, the other party put the incense stick in his hand into the incense burner, and let it burn to ashes.
Inexplicably, he suffocated his heart and ignited a hope, which was indescribable pain.
Seeing that it was destined to go, although he felt ridiculous, he stepped forward after all and stopped the other party: [You know, isn't it? I don't believe that she is dead! Please, as long as you have a way to keep her alive, I am willing to pay any price, even if I take my life and change her life ...]
Luo Zheng's life has been too bitter, and he has never been happy.
Obviously, it was n’t her who was wrong, but she was carrying all the sins, which was unfair ... not fair at all!
Perhaps, he said this, listening to the absurdity, actually praying to the temple to get his wish.
But for Luozheng, he is willing to do anything even absurd ... as long as there is a glimmer of hope, even if it is just a little bit, it is worth it.
It was because I never promised, but only a compassionate sigh: [Donator, one cannot be resurrected from death, and mourn. 】
[But she is so good, why ... would she die? Why ... it's not me who died! Damn me ...]
Xi Mubai felt like a fool, in the temple lobby, facing a statue of Buddha and a stranger, tears kept flowing.
are you crazy? Perhaps he is really crazy!
Because of his unacceptable death, Luo Zheng fell to this point.
There is no way, he really has no way, the days without Luo Zheng, like walking dead, has long lost his soul.
However, no matter how he asks, the other party always looks at himself with compassion and persuades him to accept the reality.
[The donor, the person in your heart has already died in bliss, why is it so persistent? 】
In the past, he was not interested in temples, and had never been in contact for half a minute ... I don't know if the monks talked like this, and it was heartbroken.
No matter what, he generally believes that as long as he stays here, there is always a way.
Don't ask Luo Zheng to resurrect from death, at least ... change a little, even a little bit!
Xu was because at the beginning, the fate helped the two to tell their fortunes, and determined that the two had a destiny ... As a result, he and Luo Zheng really had no problems, and each had a different ending.
Perhaps this is just a coincidence. He is just thinking about it. He believes that there is a supernatural phenomenon in this world that he does not believe.
Therefore, he insisted on coming to the temple day by day just to find out a little hope.
On the other hand, he is also trying to contact Bo Hancheng, wanting to make a final determination.
In the temple, with a little deeper contact, like being brainwashed, he more and more determined that only here can he be completely disconnected from Luo Zheng.
Day after day, even year after year, Xi Mubai did not know whether he could persevere.
However, he knew clearly that only in this way could the soul get a trace of salvation.
He didn't want to enter the world again, just wanted to be like this, quietly and peacefully ... Naturally, this is not a practice, he still misses Luo Zheng every day, repeating one side at a time.
Like a clock, we never know weary.
Behind the temple, the bodhi tree was also planted. The bodhi tree has been around for hundreds of years. People who come to the temple always like to write their wishes and hang them on the tree with their own hands so that they can come true.
And he wakes up early every day, and he will write his own wish and tie it to the bodhi tree.
The only wish is for Luo Zheng alone, and nothing else.
Naturally, during this period, the family came to persuade, and at first it was unbelievable, they had to force themselves down the mountain.
He listened to the mother, all to this point, still thinking about the company, and suddenly felt sad.
Perhaps, from an early age, the environment in which she was destined to meet Luo Zheng's eyes was higher than the top of her head. She never put her in her heart and made up her mind that she could not fall in love with such a person.
Parents' words and deeds affect their children's words and deeds. In the early years, they were influenced by their mothers.
At this point, he resented his parents, but just couldn't understand. In the eyes of his mother, what interests really matter?
In this person's life, if there is only one benefit in one heart, it is too sad.
He was unwilling to go down the mountain, so he would naturally face off against each other.
Xi Mubai thought it was ridiculous. This kind of non-influential means, the mother always came so many times when it was critical.
However, she didn't know the reason why she could succeed in holding a life threat because the other person cares ... If you threaten a stranger, you are alive or dead, and what does it have to do with the stranger.
Therefore, he watched indifferently, and finally hurt himself by self-mutilation. His mother was pretending that he didn't do it, and stabbed the knife into his heart.
It doesn't matter if he accidentally dies, he should accompany Luo Zheng in advance.
But after all, he was still dead, still not dead, scared his mother away, no longer came to disturb, and achieved a period of calm.
Since then, the mother did not give up, and sent people to persuade, including the Luo family.
The person who came was Luo Shuyuan, Luo Zheng's uncle, and he looked at himself and sighed: [Mu Bai, you punish yourself like this, if Azing is alive, he will not want to see it, you look so suffering ...]
He feels sad and unhappy, but just asks lightly: [She loves me so much, will it ... distress me? If she is really distressed, maybe she will appear in front of me ...]
[Mu Bai, what nonsense are you talking about? A Zheng, she died long ago, and the dead people ... how could they still appear? You just, let her go, let yourself go, do n’t be so superstitious ...]
Luo Shuyuan interrupted him with a word, looking sad but helpless, and seemed to feel that he had a mental problem.
He just knew it, only he knew it.
He had no problem, lived sober, and sober could not be sober again ... after all, sometimes, he would rather be a real demon than to be so sober.
The reason is that the more sober you are, the more you think of Luozheng, just like you can't get rid of the drug addiction.
Sending Luo Shuyuan away, he looked back at the temple and was able to pass through the gate to see one of the Buddha statues.
He didn't understand it, he really didn't understand it. Everyone felt that he was sick and needed treatment.
Luo Luo, in his heart, gently read the name.
[My wife, if you see, my present appearance of being indecent, do you feel the same ... Am I crazy? 】
It ’s because you think so, so these days, you do n’t want to enter my dreams again, do you?
are you crazy?
Perhaps, from the moment you died, Xi Mubai also died!