After the rebirth, I became a Buddha, but the scumbags started to panic

The white mist dissipated, and everything in front of my eyes became clear.

The sound of the wooden fish in the Buddhist hall sounded again, Yan Wan burst into tears and could not speak.

It turned out that it was the miserable and unfortunate life he had thought.

I don't know the whole picture.

Conclusive paranoia.

If he had been more considerate of Ji Fengxuan, more persistent towards Lan Pei, more trusting of Ning Chen, and more relieved of Song Yi, he would not have had such an ending, but he was in the midst of it, blinded by pain , Can't see through, can't understand, hurt others, and hurt yourself.

"The benefactor does not need to be sad, the past is scattered like clouds and smoke, and it is illusory; the benefactor has a bright future and a happy life. If you are surrounded by love, you are a blessed person."

Yan Wan was stunned, her tears were still wet, her tone was still choked up, and she hesitated a little: "What do you mean by moving around?"

"The benefactor will understand by himself." Abbot Lingwen said, "Please go back."

Yan Wan stood for a while and had to retreat from the Buddhist hall.

When he came, he was full of resentment, but when he left, he was left blank. The gate of Hanguang Temple was closed, and the lush trees gradually disappeared from his eyes.

Yan Wan walked a few steps down the mountain, but found Song Yi and Ning Chen waiting, he lowered his eyes, tried his best to hide his emotions, and felt that seeing them again seemed like a world away.

He was addicted to the things of his previous life and couldn't extricate himself. When he thought of the glass of poisoned wine and the sword piercing his heart, his heart ached.

Ning Chen stepped up the steps in two or three steps, and hugged him in his arms: "I won't force you anymore, I don't ask you to accept my wishes, I don't force you to be a princess, come back with me, okay?"

God knows how frightened he was the moment he came out of Hanguang Temple.

He was afraid that he would really become a monk and become a monk to abstain from the purity of the six senses of passion/desire. He was afraid that he could only pretend to be Qi Yunsheng in his heart, and when Qi Yunsheng died, his heart would die with him.

Fortunately, no.

I think he can't let go of his close relatives, but it doesn't matter, he can use a long, long time in exchange for him to forget about Qi Yunsheng, in exchange for a little bit of his heartbeat and a little bit of care.

But when Yan Wan called out "Your Highness" softly, with a slow and gentle tone, Ning Chen let go of him, fearing that he would say some unfeeling words again, he would not be able to bear that.

He looked at him helplessly, and was so nervous that his whole body was cold, but Yan Wan asked again in the same tone: "Did your Highness come here in a carriage?"

Ning Chen heaved a sigh of relief. He looked back at Song Yi, only to see Song Yi's long eyelashes covering his eyes, his thin lips tightly pursed, and he looked lonely and desolate. He hooked his lips: "I Worrying about you, I came here on horseback, but the Tai Tuo is in a carriage."

Yan Wan followed his gaze and called out, "Teacher."

Song Yi raised her eyes, her face was indifferent, she glanced at him, and immediately stopped: "If you want to go back in a carriage, I will let you and His Royal Highness the carriage."

Yan Wan shook her head: "I won't sit down. Your Highness, teacher, let's go back."

Song Yi couldn't help looking at him again, seeing him walking down the stairs and continuing down the mountain.

Yan Wan saw his horse tied under the shade of a tree, turned over and rode on.

Ning Chen originally wanted to ride together, but because he was sad because of Qi Yunsheng at this time, he refrained from mentioning it.

When the group returned to the capital, Yan's mother was also terrified. She was looking forward to see through the mansion. Seeing Yan Wan's return, the big stone in her heart fell to the ground. She didn't dare to ask more questions, lest she would provoke him.

Yan Wan said to her: "Mother, I want to visit the Lan Mansion."

Lan Pei's death was a huge blow to Lan Pei. Lan Pei was so extreme in his previous life, and it all started from this.

There was no reason for Mother Yan not to agree, she nodded and said, "Okay, then you go and come back early."

Lan's mother has already been buried, so the Lan's mansion should close the door and refuse to see visitors at this time, and I don't know if the head of the Lan family will let Yan Wan see Lan Pei.

Yan Wan has gone.

The death of Mrs. Lan made the Lan family feel gloomy. When the carriage stopped in front of the Lan Mansion's gate, the white flag had not yet withdrawn, and the expressions of passers-by were all taboo.

Yan Wan took Fushun up and knocked on the door, the door opened and the little boy poked his head out, seeing that Yan Wan's attitude was not happy and was about to close the door, Yan Wan resisted the door and gave him a piece of silver, very good-natured Said: "I want to see your young master, please accommodate me."

The little boy looked at the silver, frowned and hesitated for a long time, and said, "Okay, but I'll tell you first, my lord may not be in the mood to see you."

Because of this funeral, his young master seemed to have changed overnight. He was extremely gloomy, and even quarreled with the Patriarch last night.

You know how Lan's father beat and scolded him in the past, he never retaliated, but now he has completely lost the shadow of meekness, and this morning, as the eldest son of the Lan family, he held a family meeting to let the whole family be in public Standing in line, even the servants vaguely guessed that the future of the Lan Mansion might change.

Lan's father threw down the tables and chairs and scolded him for being unfilial, but Lan Pei only smiled, not very happy, with a half-smile: "If the father feels that the child is unfilial, he can drive the child out of the house, and the child will be with Lan Pei in the future." The government has nothing to do with it, so I changed my mother's surname to Yun's name Jiusi."

Before Lan's father could say anything, the eyelids of the relatives and elders in the clan twitched, and they all said to stop them: "You must not, Jiusi is from my Lan family, how can it be attributed to Yun's surname, your father usually controls you too much It's his fault, after all, you are an official, and you have won His Majesty's trust, and you often have injuries on your body, which is really ugly, don't worry, we will make decisions for you in the future."

Lan Pei swept over them one by one, and slowly raised his lips.

The smile was not gentle, only ironic.

A few days ago, he was watching the night in front of Lanmu's mourning hall, and dreamed about his previous life. When he dreamed that he could have joined hands with Yan Wan for a lifetime and lived happily ever after, he was designed by Lan's father to have nothing to do with Yan Wan. There is a possibility.

In the dream, he was so desperate that he wept, feeling like he had fallen into a deep quagmire, the more he struggled, the more he sank, so he completely gave up struggling and allowed himself to fall into this sinful and dirty abyss.

He didn't want Yan Wan to be brought in, to see his glamorous but rotten world. With such beautiful eyes, he should be able to see the most splendid scenery in the world, the beauty, and the wind and moon.

But this life is different.

He hasn't been with Yan yet, and he doesn't have any weaknesses. These people can obey Lan's father, but why can't they be used by him, it's just the interests of human nature.

Lan Pei returned to the wing room with one foot, and heard the servant tell Yan Wan to find him with the other foot. He was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, and more at a loss. Then he strode out and saw the man at the door from a distance. When Yan pulled, she stopped, not daring to go forward.

On the contrary, Yan saved his body, saw him, stepped into the mansion, and greeted him.

Lan Pei took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the strangeness, but his mood was still gloomy.

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Ji Fengxuan is not a bug, it means that Ji Fengxuan dug a hole and lay down in it. He just wanted to feel the feeling of lying on the ground, not because he wanted to die. The sand sculpture scene like digging dirt on the body is not suitable for Xiaoji's painting style.

It’s indeed almost over, but it’s not over yet. To be honest, Memories Killing is exactly my original intention for writing this article. I don’t have any hobbies of scumbags, but love with twists and turns, but I didn’t expect this article to make people I realize that writing is the hardest part of my writing career. I haven’t written about Memories Killing and my whole person is split. Memories Killing saves a lot of sweet details of their love. If there is a cutie who wants to see it, please leave a message. , It’s all written here, I think I should be honest, in fact, I don’t know who Gong is, for me, the four people are the same, but Jinjiang’s regulations can’t have all of them, so I can choose one at the end.

……感谢在2020-07-3100:49:53~2020-08-0118:20:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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