The white moonlight of the paranoid male protagonist is reborn

Jiang Chaoyun's unbelievable idea was confirmed. Obviously, this mighty emperor can see himself.

Jiang Chaoyun was confused, this kind of thing was unprecedented, he was just a soul, the former Han Jiangmu couldn't see him, how could he be seen now?

His mind was in a mess, his eyes rolled around, and there was a hint of panic.

Han Jiangmu reached out to touch him, but of course his hand passed through his body without any accident. It is an undoubted fact that he is just a soul.

Han Jiangmu withdrew his hand, pleading in his voice, "Jiang Chaoyun, stay here."

When he said this, he raised his eyes. Even though he tried his best to conceal the ferocity in his eyes, there would always be some traces left behind. His eyebrows and eyes were still sharp and boundless, and the dark eyes seemed to contain The endless chill, even Fushu can easily frostbite people.

Jiang Chaoyun leaned against the Panlongzhu with his back tightly, glanced at the big monks, swallowed, and whispered, "I, I can't stay."

Han Jiangmu said hoarsely, "Why?"

Jiang Chaoyun pursed his lips, feeling a little inexplicably guilty towards him, "Because there are still people waiting for me to go back, so I can't stay with you."

Han Jiangmu clenched his fists, but his tone was as calm as possible, "Who is it?"

Han Jiangmu's eyes were still red from the anger just now. In a strong man like him, there was an inexplicable weakness. This kind of toughness and weakness were intertwined, creating a demagogic charm.Jiang Chaoyun suddenly had an inexplicable urge to change his words, but he held back, and at the same time realized that what he said next might be a big blow to Han Jiangmu, so he said tactfully: "My mother, and my uncle are waiting for me."

Hearing this, Han Jiangmu breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "I have invited your mother into the palace. If you stay, I can see your mother again."

Jiang Chaoyun froze for a moment, his expression obviously relaxed, "... how is my mother?"

A dark light flashed in Han Jiangmu's eyes, and his tone became softer, "She is living a good life and has enough food and clothing, but she has lost her son for five years and looks haggard and washed her face with tears every day. If she sees you, she should would be happy."

A struggle flashed across Jiang Chaoyun's eyebrows, Han Jiangmu saw it, and continued: "Even if it's not for me, I still think of your mother, her eyes are almost blind from crying, and there are many diseases in her body. It is said that she has a serious heart disease, and I am afraid she will not live for five years, but if you stay, she will recover without medicine, even for your mother, you have to think about what I just said."

Jiang Chaoyun was indeed moved by him, but soon he came to his senses - this was just a previous life.

His current life is very good, his mother, and Han Jiangmu are waiting for him, the current Han Jiangmu is just a phantom of his previous life, after all, it is the past, and the most important thing for people is the future.

The past is something that can be thrown away.

It's not that Jiang Chaoyun doesn't even understand this point, but he understands it too much, and his expression shows a deep apology.

Han Jiangmu knew what he meant when he saw this expression.

Sure enough, Jiang Chaoyun whispered, "I'm sorry, I can't stay."

An evil fire burst into Han Jiangmu's heart instantly, he gritted his teeth, paused for a while, and then said hoarsely: "Why?"

Jiang Chaoyun closed his eyes, and finally said that sentence: "Because you are my predecessor, the other you are still waiting for me to go back."

As soon as he said these words, the whole hall suddenly seemed to sink into an abyss, filled with an indescribable silence.

Even if Jiang Chaoyun didn't open his eyes, he could guess what Han Jiangmu's expression would be, and he didn't wait for Han Jiangmu's reaction in his heart. When he opened his eyes again, he came back.

As if he was drowning, he breathed heavily as soon as he woke up, and even called Bi Xin to pour him water, and drank a large bowl of tea suddenly, only then did he get rid of the dull feeling in his chest.

Jiang Chaoyun is not a hard-hearted man. After the shock of today's incident, he felt a little more guilt that he couldn't explain clearly.

Guilt at letting Han Jiangmu show that expression.

And Han Jiangmu watched Jiang Chaoyun disappear again, he was silent for a long time, turned his eyes a little bit, looked at Fakong and the monks behind him, "Fakong, do you know what mistake you made?"

Fakong said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, forgive your sins. There is a saying in Buddhism. Good deeds in this life will be rewarded in the next life. If your Majesty has not planted the cause, how can you get the fruit in the next life?"

Han Jiangmu smiled coldly, which contained endless chill, "You mean, in this life, I can only plant the cause in order to obtain the fruit in the next life?"

"Is the orphan in the afterlife still an orphan? Fakong, if you don't want your Buddhism to be defeated, then listen to the orphan, arrest his soul, and take him!"

Fakong said: "Amitabha, this kind of fate cannot be forced. If Your Majesty insists, you need to know that the soul of Jiang's benefactor should not appear in this world, so he can only stay for half a stick of incense for a short time. If the soul is forcibly restrained, his soul will fly away."

After a pause again, he continued: "The benefactor Jiang is not the benefactor Jiang in this life. The benefactor Jiang in this life has already entered the underworld. His life is not yet over, and there is still a turning point—but your majesty has also seen that the benefactor Jiang in the next life has appeared. It shows that the underworld has made a decision long ago, even if we ask for it, I am afraid that with all the merits and virtues, we can only exchange for one next life."

Han Jiangmu clenched his fists. He was so tall, with such a strong figure. His cold white skin showed a kind of gray-white decadence in the solemn hall, and even his straight back became a little curved.

He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time. He suddenly felt exhausted even when he was angry, "What's the point of getting someone who can't get it in this life? I didn't believe in Buddha or ghosts before. More than ten thousand monks are forced to return to vulgarity, to rectify the country, but now I have spent tens of thousands of dollars to preach for your Buddhism, making your Buddhism the first of all religions, and treating each other with the religion of protecting the country. I have done so much, I just want to be satisfied This is just a wish, Gu just wants to be alone."

"Fakong, Gu asks you, Gu has paid so much, is it possible that even such a wish is not allowed by the gods and Buddhas in the sky?"

"Gu is the emperor of the world. I don't care about birth, old age, sickness and death. Gu is not greedy. I only want a marriage. I just want to love someone. I just want a fulfillment. That's all. Why can't you satisfy Gu?"

Such an emperor is more vivid than being angry. Fakong's eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, you should also know that the iron law that a person cannot be resurrected after death, even a god, cannot be easily changed. The moment Jiang benefactor stopped breathing, it was no longer something Yang Shi could intervene in."

Han Jiangmu didn't speak any more.

After a long time, Han Jiangmu raised his eyes, his eye circles were red, but he tried his best to restrain himself, he stared at Fakong, his eyes were filled with black emotions, "Fakong, I will ask you again, do you have the complete How can we keep him?"

Fakong chanted the Buddha's name, and said in a low voice: "The poor monk dare not be too big, but if His Majesty insists on staying, the poor monk can also try - but the poor monk also said that he is not the soul of the world, and has always been As His Majesty said, only half a stick of incense will appear until the time of a stick of incense. I am afraid that the soul will be unstable in the next life, so it will drift outside of time. The physical connection will also become a lonely ghost at that time."

Han Jiangmu asked: "So, Gu can completely snatch him over?"

Fakong sighed, and said in a low voice: "If you use the secret method, you can steal the sky and change the sun, but your majesty needs to know that using this kind of secret method is undoubtedly deceiving the gods and Buddhas. Once it succeeds, it will damage your majesty's merit."

Han Jiang murmured: "I don't care."

Fakong glanced at Han Jiangmu, and explained: "Your Majesty is the emperor, and he is the Ziwei Emperor who descended to earth. If you insist on deceiving for love, you may not have the chance to be emperor in the next life."

Han Jiangmu said: "I don't care about the solitary, I only want this life, and the next life has nothing to do with the solitary."

Fakong: "...Since Your Majesty is determined to do so, the poor monk has nothing to say."

Han Jiangmu stared into his eyes with burning eyes, and said in a low voice: "Master Fakong, please don't let Gu down."

Fakong sighed in his heart, and said in a low voice: "The poor monk tried his best."

After Fakong and the other monks left, Han Jiangmu stroked the Panlong pillar that Jiang Chaoyun had leaned against just now, and gently put his face on it, wrapping his hands around the pillar, as if holding him in his arms.

He got the country, but he didn't get a person. He didn't care about the afterlife.

He only wants now, only this life.

Han Jiangmu closed his eyes, Jiang Chaoyun's delicate and lively face appeared in his mind, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he whispered: "Jiang Chaoyun."

When he comes to him completely, he will spend his whole life pampering him.

He will make him forget about the damn afterlife, Han Jiangmu has only one person, only him.

The author has something to say: Han Jiangmu in the previous life: Whether Han Jiangmu in the next life can become an emperor or marry a wife is none of my business

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