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Nagamo did not sleep for several days.

The unscrupulous joy and enjoyment during this period of time seemed so far away as if it had happened in the previous life, and seemed to be separated from her only by a thin layer of tissue paper, but once she wanted to pierce the layer of paper to recollect, The ferocious bloody truth behind her immediately showed her fangs, making her dare not presumptuously.

But that unwilling and bitter resentment was like a coal fire that never goes out, with dense sparks and scorching heat, scorching her heart and lungs inch by inch, making her unable to extricate herself from the burning pain.

She originally thought that Master would leave Guiyun Mountain in a fit of anger and disappear into the human world, but Di Ting did not leave, nor was she held accountable. This little beast that was deceived maliciously just locked itself in the main hall and treated everything in the mountain. I don't care about it.

Mo Xiu neatly stacked the fruits and vegetables into the food box, knocked the door three times, and pushed open the side door of the main hall.

In the huge golden hall, there was only a gloomy stillness and silence. Yu Ge sat sideways on the shoulder of the golden Buddha statue, his profile was thin and lonely, and even his pale and still expression was faintly hidden in the darkness.

That half-dead appearance really deserves the word widow, and even the snow-white cassock on her body looks a bit like an ominous mourning dress, which further exudes a decayed and haggard feeling.

... It's like a cluster of white frost flowers clinging to the coffin, which is about to follow it into the earth and return to the west.

Nagamo stood stiffly on the spot, and could only hear her deep and shallow breathing for a while. She looked up at Yu Ge's expression fixedly, and before she could speak to comfort her, she saw the lips that had faded from the blood color silently open. It fit together.

It was just calling her out.

When the last ray of light was dimmed, Di Ting turned his head again, and put his side face on the smooth and smooth neck of the golden statue.

Of course there was no temperature there, let alone the slight ups and downs when the pulse trembled. There was only a piece of coldness that could not be covered, which penetrated into her blood along the touching skin, making her even her internal organs curl up due to the cold. up.

It felt like being submerged quietly by the tide in the cold night, the water mixed with ice slag poured directly into her nostrils, freezing her limbs, making her unable to breathe, and she didn't want to struggle anymore.

For most of her life, she lived under the shade supported by the Bodhisattva and hid in the warm and tolerant embrace of Lanti. Even if she returned to the human world alone after the divine punishment, she never realized Through such a bone-chilling coldness.

There was still hope for her then.

And even that bleak and desperate hope prompted her to make too many futile attempts.

She found an unusually silent stone, and moved that stone back to the bedside, and soaked it with a spiritual spring day and night. The stone was dyed with the aura of auspicious beasts, and she cultivated into a little child, who continued to grow day after day. Growing up under her lap, she didn't finally hear the other person's heartbeat until the day the child became an adult

"Fortunately, it was picked up. If I didn't dawdle this listening light, I don't know how many years I would have to be trampled under the feet of others."

Di Ting felt a little sad and regretful, but after all, that was not the person she was looking for, so after regretting, she gradually felt relieved.

She came across a long and quiet plant, so she rushed into the mortal palace overnight, took the unbudded nine-stalked grass back to her residence, and kept it in front of the window. The fire drove away the severe cold for the flower bud, and carefully calculated the flowering period, waiting for the other party to bloom several months in advance, and took care of it for countless years, and finally waited for the other party to cultivate into a human form, and heard the sound of the grass and tree like wind blowing wheat waves

"I...I must become very powerful, serve and protect my master."

That pure and simple oath reminded her of her former self, and slightly soothed her nerves trembling with disappointment, but it was still...still not the person she was looking for.

She met countless human beings, similar situations repeated again and again, and the voices of the six realms could not be concealed in front of her, but no matter what... she couldn't find her Lanti.

In the end, even she herself gradually became numb, and the unhesitating expectation was ground into layers of powder in the too long time, and no trace could be seen when the wind blew.

Picking up Nagama happened under such circumstances.

She was not afraid of the Asura blood in this child, nor did she care about the taciturn and somewhat awkward temperament of the apprentice when he was young, but she did not take care of Nagamo wholeheartedly.

Although the endless search in the human world didn't torture her beyond recognition, it also wiped out the unreserved tenderness and kindness in her bones. She doesn't hesitate to give to others, but she has changed her mind for this matter. Be careful and serious.

Therefore, most of the time, she was just watching the child grow up as a so-called master.

She has seen Nagamo's skeleton become hard and slender year after year, and she has witnessed the little apprentice's eyes gradually change from timid and shrinking to sharp and tough. The look of defiance flashed across his face.

She is several generations older than Nagamo, so she can easily see through the kindness and simplicity that the other party deliberately pretends in front of her, but the child is just a child after all, and wants to prove himself by becoming better. She reads inexplicable scripts, and loves to pester her to tell stories, even if she has some small thoughts... it is far from the point where she needs to be on guard.

Until one morning, she felt a strange touch in her sleep. Before she opened her eyes, she knew that it was Nagama, who was taller than her, kissing her lips quietly.

The kiss didn't end with a light touch, but revealed a violent and obsessive desire. Although she was careful, it also made her wake up in an instant.

She knew the young apprentice's sensitivity and cowardice, so she didn't pierce the window paper, but began to look at the other person's figure carefully in silence

So decisive and agile when swinging the sword, so considerate and appropriate when serving people, and staring at her back... so hot and straightforward, almost with real heat, it burned her spine slightly numb.

Right under her nose, the ignorant child who covered his face with his hands and didn't dare to look at her directly, at some point...has grown into a real woman.

She knew what Nagamo wanted, and on the seventh day of July, she was not so drunk that she was completely demented.

The night of double cultivation with the little apprentice... seemed to have awakened her paralyzed nerves. She had been walking alone for too long on the long and incomprehensible road, and occasionally she wanted to let herself sink into a warm and stable embrace. Nagama's gentle and forbearing expression is so similar to that of Lanti back then, not to mention... the person who gave her pain and joy at this moment may have been her Lanti in the first place.

Truth has come into contact with so many souls who cannot hear their hearts, and Nagama is not the only one who has selfishness towards her. As for why she wants to practice Joy Zen with this child alone...that is a question that she has never thought about. .

Because... she didn't even have a chance to think deeply.

She woke up with a hoarse heart sound

"What will Master tell me...?"

"That's great, Master will be mine alone from now on."

"Would it be too offensive if I said directly that I love you?"

"I love you, Shi...Yu Ge, I love you, I love you."

She stood up and saw Nagamo kneeling upright by the bed, with a forbearing and honest look on her face, but the stubborn and pious feelings in her eyes could not be concealed at all, and the lips that kissed her last night... Not even the slightest movement.

Yu Ge felt an absurd and real anger in an instant. The anger was like corrosive poison, which stripped every inch of flesh and blood from her inside. Even her heart wrinkled with pain, but there was no trace on the surface.

It was impossible for her to vent to her little apprentice, even in a disheartened and desperate mood, she understood that this had nothing to do with Nagama, but just an unreasonable anger.

What happened after that... not only was a painful torment for Nagamo, but also ran through the depths of the memory of Truth Listening.

She didn't know how to deal with her little apprentice, and for the hot feelings of the young man, cold treatment and neglect were already a kind of unforgivable harm. It's not so much a matter of nature or Nagamo's own choice... Said that it was entirely due to her wrong treatment. .seven

Yu Ge stretched his arms and stretched his arms down, holding tightly the left hand of the golden statue seal, as if he could use this movement to recall the familiar palm prints and the constant pulsation under the flesh.

If you want to calculate carefully, in fact, she is the only one who did something wrong from the beginning to the end.

She was born unable to coexist with her extraordinary abilities, so that every step she took after she grew up was shrouded in layers of danger and unknown.

For the sake of purity and comfort, she refused to give up her instinct of depending on others like a baby bird, but insisted on inheriting the merit of saving ghosts for Lanti, and prevented the Bodhisattva from becoming a Buddha with her own obsession.

Because of her stubborn selfish desires, she went straight from heaven to hell, defied the law of heaven and snatched Lanti's three souls and seven souls, and finally provoked a catastrophic scourge, causing even the bodhisattva's soul to be damaged.

And because of the stubbornness that refused to let go... She let Nagama move the heart, and for no reason made a child suffer so many years of long torture, so that he became possessed and killed indiscriminately, and fell to the irreparable situation today.

Ever since the bodhisattva gave birth to the appearance of a bright king and completely gave up becoming a Buddha, the irresolvable guilt and remorse have always weighed heavily on her heart, and as the situation deteriorated over time, it became stronger day by day.

Today, she has almost resigned to her fate.

The principles of heaven are clear, the Dharma is grand, the bodhisattva is merciful, and the child is innocent. She can't blame anyone else, so she can only hate herself.

If it can change all of this... If she is asked to go to the ghost again, or simply die in the human world, she will not hesitate.

Di Ting calmly put his palm on his chest, and gently closed his eyes.

Whether right or wrong, all she wants is Ranti.

……

Nagamo wandered outside the hall for half a night.

That sense of powerlessness full of anger and resentment, like burnt dregs of medicine, stuck tightly in her throat, making even the root of her tongue glow with sour and pungent bitterness, which almost made her feel strange. illusion.

As if she was still the incompetent and humble child more than three hundred years ago, she could only look up to her eternally high master with self-deprecating helplessness and regard herself as an insignificant dust.

She dug out a heart for Yu Ge, and Di Ting would rather spend all day with a lifeless golden statue than look at her again.

Moxiu is insatiable for everything, she kills, overeats, and likes to endlessly suppress and torture her prey, except for Yu Ge...

Even if she was abandoned many times, all she really wanted was a little partiality, even if this partiality was no match for a bodhisattva, even if she was just treated as a young disciple, she would not complain.

However, Yu Ge didn't give her anything.

There was no extra concern, no careful teaching, no even bitter reprimand, she even felt that Yu Ge should wish...not to save her back then.

But in fact... the relationship between her and Master should not be like this.

In terms of cultivation base and merit alone, Di Ting is indeed far superior to her. If both parties really sacrificed their Dharma appearances, half of her life could probably be taken away. She had an absolute advantage in the case of not spelling the law, and wantonly attacked her widowed master.

And even she herself knew that Di Ting had been raised by the Bodhisattva's side to have a kind and weak heart. If she hadn't been unable to bear it, she would never have used Dharma images to deal with her little disciple.

As soon as this thought appeared in her mind, her breath was filled with a surge of blood, and the haze between her eyebrows and eyes was still completely intact, but the violent and tyrannical sadistic desire had already brought her A tongue-drying pleasure.

That's right, what's the matter with wearing someone else's shell.

Since the Bodhisattva can't come back, it's time for Yu Ge to... have to look at her.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021060721:09:422021060821:12:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Day Sea and Night Curtain 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 1 in deep;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!