The villain of Quick Transmigration was washed white by accident

Chapter 877
She hoped that she would be Hu Meier, a Hu Meier who would love and hate freely, even if she encountered danger, she could find a way to solve it, so she learned Hu Meier's temper and character [-]%.

However, she is not a real Hu Meier.

The real Hu Meier was sucked away by "Yu Jie" along with her memories, and Hu Meier died. The only one alive now is Yu Jie who has the character of Hu Meier and thinks she is Hu Meier, but in the eyes of others, she is Hu Meier. She also thought she was Hu Meier, the Hu Meier who loved Monk Wuji deeply.

But in fact, Hu Meier only loves her husband, because Shi Yiguang's medicine...

That's all, some things can't be said clearly.

All you need to remember is that this Hu Meier who opened her eyes now loves Monk Wuji.

"Yu Jie" hadn't had time to absorb the memory she got from Hu Meier, just because Hu Meier woke up, she knew what she was thinking.

"Yu Jie" only felt that the first two were bigger.

The fact that love love love love is too troublesome, she chooses a dog leash.

"Yu Jie" squatted in the corner, while caring about the physical and mental health of the false Hu Meier and the real Yu Jie, while absorbing the memories of the real Hu Meier.

After reading it, "Yu Jie" had nothing to say, she just wanted to lie down, because the things in memory were too depressing.

Time flies, and I don't know how long it has been in the blink of an eye.

The cell door opened, and the iron chain that pierced Hu Meier's lute bone was retracted. Standing in front of her alone, he stretched out his hand and said, "Xiao Yuer, I will take you away."

Hu Meier was a little stunned, when she was captured by that sect back then, she was waiting for someone to reach out to take her away, anyone could take her away, but no one reached out, if that Sometimes, as long as someone reaches out her hand, she will not go this far.

With a wry smile, she forced herself to stand up, skipped Shi Yiguang, and walked forward.

Shi Yiguang followed her silently, and after a long time, she said, "Little Yu'er, I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead."

"Your master..."

"What's wrong with him!" Hu Meier asked anxiously.

Shi Yiguang originally wanted to tell her everything, but when he saw Hu Meier caring so much about Monk Wuji, he couldn't help but feel bad, so he refused to say anything, just said: "He wants to see you."

"I don't want to see him."

She was silent for a moment before saying: "Monk Wuji saved you, otherwise you would have to be imprisoned for tens of thousands of years. He just wants to see you again."

Hu Meier stopped: "What you said is true?"

"Yes."

Hu Meier hesitated, regardless of whether she likes him or the fact that he saved her from the endless hell, she should go to see him and thank him, she has always been a person who loves and hates clearly.

Figured this out, she went.

Naturally, Shi Yiguang led her there.

The place where they met was actually a canyon in the ghost world.

Although Hu Meier felt that there was something wrong, but to her, death was no different from being lost, and she didn't care.

She followed Shi Yiguang in, Shi Yiguang stopped in the valley, she pointed to a small house on the mountain and said, "Your master is in there."

She wanted to ask a lot, but she didn't ask in the end. After thinking about it carefully, she felt that she was probably confused. She didn't care about it, so she went straight up the mountain. Maybe because she was a ghost, she floated up. She was imprisoned on the ground in the Infernal Hell for a long time, and she felt that the matter of floating up was very novel, and a smile appeared on her face.

She went up the mountain, pushed open the door of the house, went in, and stood pretty in the Buddhist hall. In front of her was a monk sitting cross-legged on the ground and meditating. She just watched quietly like that. With a much more beautiful face, she and him are just like thousands of years ago, as if time has never left.

She fixedly looked at the meditating person on the futon.

She said, "Master, here I come."

The man didn't look back, there was neither sorrow nor joy in his voice, he just said: "The poor monk is dead, all the past has passed, it's not worth mentioning."

Hu Meier sneered: "Shi Yiguang said you want to see me, but when I see you like this, you obviously don't want to see me. Maybe she is wrong, and I am too self-righteous."

"It is true that I want to see you."

"Oh?"

"I pity you, pity you for suffering in the world, pity for all the suffering you have experienced. When you were alive, I failed to take good care of you. After you died, I worked hard in vain. I just want to see if you are doing well."

"How dare you say you don't love me." She made such a bold statement.

As she said, as long as he treats her better, she will really think that he loves her deeply.

He admitted: "I love, people and things in the world, I love everything."

"Then what about me." She asked bitterly, just wanting an answer that she is completely different from all sentient beings, and transcends all sentient beings in his heart.

He finally turned around with compassion in his eyes, but this kind of compassion is worse than killing her. She doesn't want his kindness. What is the difference between this kindness and those Buddha statues in thousands of temples, false, false .

She asked him word by word: "I suffered from forced blood for you, and you said you felt pity for me, but after all, the meaning of this pity is no different from that of ordinary people and ants, is your pity so cheap! Hehe .”

He twirled the beads in his hand, but didn't answer, as if this was just a feast for her to make trouble for no reason, and he was just a flower watcher on the street, watching in vain, bored and lost interest, watching her being stupid by herself.

"I know that tomorrow will be separated by mountains and the world will be boundless, but I still believe your nonsense. You are just talking, but I take it so seriously. Are you laughing at me again and again in your heart, huh?" A sword appeared in her hand, and she raised the sheathed sword and asked like this.

He looked at her quietly, as if he was looking at a child who had to be tolerated, his face was still as compassionate as my Buddha Sakyamuni, it was the silence after all the seven emotions and six desires faded away, the myriad waters, thousands of mountains, five elements and three realms were in his eyes It's just an empty word, it's just a death, it can't be true, and don't worry about it.

He saw it so thoroughly, which made her ridiculous even more.

She is plainly sad, how can she maintain her deceptive appearance, she is too sad, a beautiful face is plainly a little depressed, maybe all things are no different when they are deeply sad.

She said: "I know you don't love me. It's all because I'm too self-righteous. I said it a long time ago. I'm self-righteous, but you just say no, don't you? It's not right!"

While talking, the tears fell down, she kept wiping them away, her crying was obvious, and she still pretended to be indifferent, and continued: "What does it matter, I just love you ah."

"You love me because it's good to be like anyone, as long as you want me to play."

(End of this chapter)