Reborn Bastard Supreme

I wish that in the next life, when I attain Bodhi, my body will be like glass, clear inside and out, pure and free from blemishes.

The curling blue smoke spread out and hovered over the sky above the temple, covering even the face of the Buddha statue. The faint sunlight fell from the clouds and sprinkled on the dark brown threshold little by little, illuminating the pure black , as if also shrouded in smoke, the man's loose clothes behind his back.

The candles in the palace flickered, and the sun spread from outside the door, but it was still dark inside.

In the main hall of the huge Buddhist temple, there is only one person kneeling on the ground, as if condensed into one with the darkness.

The ever-burning lamp enshrined in front of the Buddha swayed without a trace.

He straightened up slowly and put his hands together, his white face became more and more cold and indifferent in the darkness, the black clothes on the green bricks were as smooth as water waves, and there was no dust when he got up , I saw the curling smoke rising, the fragrance of epiphyllum mixed with the smell of sandalwood, suddenly blooming in the darkness.

Staring fixedly at the Buddha statue with drooping eyes and flowers, as if smiling at himself through layers of smoke, he closed his eyes silently, and recited word by word in a hoarse voice.

I wish that in the next life, when I attain Bodhi, my body will be like glass, clear inside and out, pure and free from blemishes.

In the next life, I hope that I will no longer be in love, in hatred, in life and death struggle——May I in the next life, never meet again, be reluctant to give up, and find it difficult to let go.

The moment he turned around and stepped out of the Buddhist temple, he couldn't help raising his head slightly, letting the sun fall on his pale face, reflecting those black eyes, which were so clear that there was no darkness at all, and that pale and delicate face could only be bent up. His thin lips were as red as blood.

As soon as he walked down the white marble steps, his eyes looked over the hanging willow branches and the drifting smoke, and he happened to look at the quiet person standing under the locust tree in a dark gold embroidered gold unicorn robe, but his eyes were just touching. However, Xuanhei's hem fell like smoke and mist, stepping on the stone slab and walking towards that person.

Just when the two of them were about to pass each other, the person standing under the locust tree finally couldn't bear it anymore. He wanted to hold the white wrist, but before his fingers were about to touch it, he stared blankly at the hem of the sleeve, It brushed against the back of my hand, leaving only the breeze and the fragrance of epiphyllum on that person's body.

Dugu stared at him blankly, with nothing in his slightly curled fingers, his pupils suddenly shrunk tightly, his voice was so hoarse that it was difficult to hear clearly, and he called out in a vague tone: "Zhihuai..."

"Who is the leader calling?" The moment he heard those two words, the black figure stopped suddenly, his extremely pale face remained motionless, but his thin lips lifted slightly and said softly, "My name is Hanli, if the leader calls It’s me, I shouldn’t call that word again.”

Before he finished speaking, he stepped up again, but the person under the tree suddenly turned around, his eyes were so deep that he couldn't see clearly.

"You stop!"

Staring at the thin and thin back of the man, Dugu Yan came to his senses after a long time, and couldn't help but step forward to approach him, wanting to grab the cold fingertips hanging down from the man, but no matter what, he dared not reach out again. The tone of voice seemed to be enduring all kinds of pain, and the words burst out from between the lips and teeth.

"Is it true... there is no chance anymore?"

With her back turned to him, Han Li said calmly, "What did the leader say?"

Duguyan clenched his fingers tightly, his eyes were a little red, his heart trembled terribly, but his voice was forced to be calm, as if he was hiding something: "Of course it's between you and me! You and I... have no chance anymore?"

"It seems that the leader is different from what I thought." The person standing not far away laughed lightly when he heard the words, and then Shi Shiran turned around, his eyes were as dark as the night, "I thought This matter is already over."

Before he finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer, and bowed down to Duguyan, who looked at his back, angrily and helplessly called out: "Gu Zhihuai!"

Han Li suddenly woke up from the dream, raised his hand to touch his forehead, only felt cold sweat, he sighed very lightly, sat up and lowered his head, his fingers rubbed against each other unconsciously, his eyes were much darker than usual.

He also dreamed that a few years ago, when the man had just recognized him, he followed him all the way into the monastery, entangled with him and refused to leave, insisting on making him admit that he still remembered, that he still had something to do in his heart. The flames that brought him back to his side matter.

Han Li always had this dream repeatedly, and she has gotten used to it over the past few years.

Her pajamas were already wet with sweat, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to her body. Hanli got out of bed and changed her clothes again. She glanced at the twilight outside, and was just about to get her sword, but there was a whisper outside, and The signal stopped after three knocks: "Master Hanli...Master Hanli?"

Han Li frowned slightly, raised her hand to hold the sword in her hand, walked to the door a few steps, opened the door and looked outside, it was no surprise that the person who reported the message was his subordinate Han Zhen: "What's wrong?"

The half-kneeling man bowed his body and replied, "Your Majesty is returning to the palace, and I invite you to go."

Han Li nodded, and waved his hand to signal him to back off: "I see."

As soon as he entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Han Li felt that the lights in the room were dim, and he could only see a figure standing by the window. The moonlight outside the room, which had not faded, reflected the golden dragon on the man's sleeve, and he turned around. He knelt down and saluted silently.

"Weichen see Your Majesty."

The man turned sideways and looked at him for a moment, his voice was a little hoarse: "I know your identity, I told you that you don't need to be polite."

"Your Majesty, courtesy cannot be abandoned."

The man chuckled, because there was no light, and he couldn't see any expression, he took out the secret bag from his sleeve and threw it towards him: "Look at this, the battle report from the northern border."

Han Li raised her hand to take the bag, took out the fire bag from her sleeve, and looked down, her expression suddenly changed: "...Is the leader injured?"

The person standing by the window glanced at him inexplicably, walked up to him abruptly, and said in a low voice: "Since I went to the northern border, I have been injured in the first battle, and have been staying on the front line with injuries. Xiao Ye once wrote a secret book, asking me to invite him back to recover from his injuries, but unfortunately he just refused, saying that unless it was Yaorong's order, he would not return to the palace easily."

"Your Majesty." Han Li didn't know what the emperor had in mind when he came to him today, but when he heard such words, his heart beat rapidly, and he made up his mind almost instantly, lowered his head and clenched the secret Zhe said, "My minister, please go to the northern border and bring the leader back."

"Okay." Xin Yuanan, who was standing beside him, seemed to be able to understand what he was thinking at the moment, looked down at him faintly, and then said slowly, "Hurry up and come back, and bring it to Xiao Ye by the way." Some medicinal materials, maybe you can use them."

Han Li pursed her lips: "I obey the order."

After leaving Mingdu, he drove fast, only sleeping for a few hours a day, getting up and rushing when the sky was light, this speed only took a few days, Han Li had already arrived at the city of the northern border, looking at the majestic city gate not far away, He dismounted and let off the fireworks he carried with him, and Han Zhen immediately came to meet him and led him towards the residence of the seriously injured in the city.

"Vice Commander, the leader is inside...has been in a coma for several days, and can't be woken up, and the imperial doctor can't help...everyone says it's going to die..."

Looking at the half-open and half-closed wooden door in front of her, Han Li clenched her fingers unconsciously, murmured subconsciously, and walked towards the inside. When she just opened the door, she hesitated, but when she saw the bed On top of that, the person who had already lost weight due to illness, and his cheeks were ominously blue and black, his cheeks suddenly lost their color, and he stepped forward a few steps and sat down on the side of the bed.

"leader?"

He tentatively called out, but did not get any response. The panic in his eyes could not be suppressed, but his tone was a bit cold, and he looked back at his subordinates: "Where's the imperial doctor?!"

Han Zhen, who followed him, vaguely knew that the deputy commander in front of him had some inexplicable relationship with the commander, but they rarely had contact with each other on weekdays, but he never expected that Han Li would see Duguyan seriously injured It was such a reaction, he was a little surprised when he heard the words, but immediately lowered his body to respond, and after a while, an imperial doctor was brought over.

The imperial doctor was obviously used to being dragged by these people, although he was still a little trembling, after seeing Han Li's ugly face, he was still able to speak: "My lord..."

Ever since Han Li entered the door, she could smell a faint smell of blood and a strange smell of medicine, coming from the comatose Dugu Yan, but judging from the uncovered part of the clothes, there was no wound, most likely it was a wound Chest, abdomen and waist, and such injuries are serious injuries. In addition, the weather in the northern border is very cold and medicines are scarce. If many injuries are not treated in time, they will soon deteriorate to the point where it is difficult to stop. Many soldiers in the northern border are caused by wounds. , rather than dying on the battlefield.

"How is his injury, tell me!"

The imperial doctor saw that his eyes were slightly red, but his eyes were filled with unconcealable anxiety. He thought that this person's reaction was different from before. It's weird but it can't be said, but even if they ask a hundred times, Duguyan's condition will not change now.

"Leader Dugu is seriously injured, and he is already powerless—" Before the imperial doctor finished speaking, Hanli stood up suddenly, looking at him coldly, her fingertips hidden under the sleeves, unconsciously slightly Trembling, his lips opened and closed to say something, but a figure slowly appeared from behind the imperial doctor, and a voice followed the words of the imperial doctor, and continued with a bit of worry.

"Since Commander Dugu came to the Northern Territory, he seemed to be desperate. He followed the forward every time he fought. He was a secret guard who was ordered to protect us. But within a few days, he asked Xiao Ye to charge forward like the general. Xiao Ye Because of his desire to fight, Ye gave him the chance to play with the striker. As a result, in the next dozen or so games, he didn't fall behind...Now he has become like this, if you want to blame him , should not blame the imperial doctor, should blame us."

Han Yan saw that Murong Yi, who looked a little bit embarrassed, was a little bit sluggish, and was obviously very tired, walked up to him slowly, and said these words with a sincere expression, he couldn't help being a little dazed, and it took a long time before he murmured in a low voice muttered.

"No...it's not your fault that he asked for a fight, he was a general in the first place...if it wasn't for..."

Han Yan turned around and looked at the person on the bed, the smile on his lips was full of bitterness.

If it wasn't for his father and him, even if the new emperor came to the throne, Duguyan would still be a legitimate general, with parents who loved him, he should be married at this age, and maybe he would have children around him.

All kinds of things between them are not destined love, but sins that cannot be escaped.

Han Li took a deep breath, clenched her fingers and turned around, no longer looking at her, with a guilty but puzzled Murong meaning, she stared at the imperial doctor and said word by word: "I brought a lot of medicinal materials, it doesn't work Whatever you do, you have to wake him up for me!"

The imperial doctor looked apprehensively at him, and subconsciously replied: "No matter how good the medicine is, if he can't take it, it's useless..."

Han Li had never heard of this before, so she was shocked when she heard the words: "He can't eat it? Why?"

The imperial doctor looked at him in embarrassment, and replied: "The patient has no intention of living, so naturally..."

When Murong Yi and the two Han Zhen retreated with the imperial doctor, and left Han Li a prescription, let him think of a way to make Dugu Yan willing to take the medicine, and the pain will gradually heal.

Hearing the footsteps of those people leaving by her ears, Han Lifu sat down on the side of the bed again, her fingers seemed to be afraid of breaking something, and she landed on the bed very lightly, the sleepy person was slightly black On Qing's cheek, it seemed that it took a long time before he mustered up his courage. He lowered his head and rested his head on his shoulder, calling softly, "...the leader?"

Zhihuai.

When Han Li woke up from the dream again, she subconsciously glanced outside, the sky outside was completely dark, and the room had already lit candles when he was asleep, he stared at the flames in a trance, his eyes were erratic. temperature.

He dreamed of a long time ago again.

It was earlier than the reunion in the temple, before the man recognized him and hoped to keep him.

At that time, his name was Gu Zhihuai.