Rebirth: Degenerate S*ave Abuses Tyrant

Long Xuan looked at Feixue outside the window, it turned out that his life had come to an end, he didn't feel much pain, at most he was a little tired.

"Father." Long Xiao watched as his father coughed, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth. No matter how weak his father-son relationship with Long Xuan was, his voice at this time was tinged with crying.

"Hasn't Fuyi arrived yet?" Long Xuan just asked.

Long Xiao hurriedly said: "Master Fuyi has already entered the palace and is on his way to Yijin Garden, Father, please wait for him a little longer."

"Long Xiao," Long Xuan said to Long Xiao, "after I die, you remember to go to the Huguo Temple and ask Fu Yi to take you to the Nine-Storied Pagoda."

Long Xiao was surprised and said: "Father, is there really a nine-fold pagoda in this Huguo Temple?"

Looking at the astonishment on Long Xiao's face, Long Xuan suddenly wanted to laugh, he seemed to have asked his father the same way back then, what did his father tell him then? "Yes, why not?" Long Xuan said, "At that time, you will know how the power of the Long family came to be."

Long Xiao was suspicious, but he still accepted the order.

Long Xuan suddenly became a little curious, wondering what kind of expression his eldest son would have when he entered the Bone Mortuary Hall.

"Father, what are you laughing at?" Long Xiao looked at Long Xuan with a smile on his face, and asked Long Xuan, "Has Father thought of something happy?"

"I'm going to be free," Long Xuan said, "Why are you unhappy? Xiao, the mountains and rivers are too heavy, so you can take care of yourself."

Long Xiao knelt beside Long Xuan's bed, kowtowed and said: "My son will definitely live up to the trust of my father."

"My father also told me these words," Long Xuan said: "He also said that I will be a lonely family from now on, but I will not tell you this, you are luckier than me, you will not be a lonely family .”

Long Xiao looked up at Long Xuan, "Father?"

"Your Majesty," the eunuch's voice came from outside the house, "The Imperial Master Fuyi has arrived."

"Please," Long Xiao hurriedly said, there were some things he couldn't ask, it seemed that he and this royal father had never had a heart-to-heart conversation in this life, even at the end, he still couldn't really talk to him.

"Emperor, go down." Long Xuan didn't want to keep Long Xiao down anymore, so he said.

After Long Xiao kowtowed three times beside the bed, he got up and backed out.

Master Fuyi stood beside Long Xuan's bed, and said, "Your Majesty is getting old."

Long Xuan took a look at Master Fuyi who was still wearing a gray monk robe, and said, "The master has not changed, when will the master die?"

Regarding Long Xuan's aggressiveness in the end, Master Fuyi just smiled, "Your Majesty, do you have anything else to say to the poor monk?"

"After the Ninth World," Long Xuan asked, "After the Ninth World, can I be reincarnated as a human?"

Master Fuyi said: "This is natural."

"Then can I meet him again?" Long Xuan asked, looking at Master Fuyi.

Master Fuyi said: "After the ninth generation, the poor monk has already been in the samsara of the world. The poor monk has no way of knowing the fate requested by His Majesty."

"Is there no hope at all?" Long Xuan said.

"The poor monk has visited them," said Master Fuyi, "They are living a very good life now, at least they will have no worries about food and clothing in this life, and they will live together in peace."

"So?" Long Xuan said disappointedly: "Will they be born from generation to generation?"

"Your Majesty," Master Fuyi said with compassion in his eyes, "Fate is determined, why should you think too much about the next life in this life?"

"I just," Long Xuan sighed, and said, "I just want to beg for his life, am I too greedy?"

Master Fuyi looked at the snow outside the window, "People are greedy, Your Majesty."

"Yes," Long Xuan said softly, "It's just that I was greedy too much in this life, so I lost him."

When Master Fuyi bowed his head again, Pingzhang Emperor Longxuan had already passed away.Master Fuyi scratched Long Xuan's forehead with his finger.Passed away in a snowy day, past and present, how similar and how different.Master Fuyi looked at the passing face of a generation of emperors. This person who slaughtered ruthlessly all his life, laid thousands of corpses under his feet, and created a prosperous dynasty. He had never seen a smile in his life, but now he has a smile on his face.Life is like a dream, he and him in this life, one absolute, one obsession, really counting, who is responsible for whom?As for the afterlife, Master Fuyi shook his head, 900 years later, with a long time, who knows what the world will be like at that time?Prosperity is like clouds, can the fetters of this life continue after 900 years?

"Amitabha." Master Fuyi finally just recited the Buddha's name.