"Since you have made a mistake, you should be punished, you killed six people, and you were imprisoned here for six hundred years, and when those six people were reincarnated, you could be cleansed of your sins, and after six hundred years, you have no mana, and if you want to practice, you can only start all over again. ”

The mountain ghost seemed to have expected this ending, and did not protest at all, but just looked at Luoyu pleadingly: "What about Fan Junrui, how is he now? I have nothing else to ask for, you tell me, is he okay now?"

Luoyu sighed: "Don't be attached to human affairs anymore." ”

With that, the copper pot was shut.

Luoyu couldn't bear to tell the mountain ghost that the young master of the Fan family suddenly woke up last night and told the Fan family's parents about himself and the mountain ghost, and then committed suicide this morning.

At the same time, at Zhao Xingyuan's house.

Gu Guangping told Zhao Xingyuan about the young master of the Fan family, and stared at his expression carefully: "The mountain ghost is an earth immortal, Fan Junrui is a mortal, and they are destined to have no good results together. ”

Zhao Xingyuan's deep eyes are like a deep ancient well, and he can't see whether he is sad or happy.

Gu Guangping meant something: "Your house, there is an enchantment guard, ordinary ghosts, dare not approach your body, the spell of the mountain ghost is ineffective against you, and ordinary nightmares dare not disturb you, and it is not necessary to live in your home in the rain." ”

The window opened a gap, and the whirring cold wind poured straight into the room, as if it could wake up the chaotic people's hearts, Zhao Xingyuan said with difficulty: "I'm just...... Can't help but ......"

Gu Guangping's peach blossom eyes always had a frivolity that seemed to be smiling, but the words that came out of his mouth were extremely cold: "The young master of the Fan family can't help it, he is willing to give up life and death for the mountain ghosts, but what about the fate of the mountain ghosts, the cultivation is scattered, and after six hundred years, he reflects on his crimes every day, the mountain ghosts are the spirit of the mountains, which is a little more difficult than the ordinary grass and trees and beasts, six hundred years later, start again, you are a mortal, you can't imagine the suffering." ”

Although the words are mountain ghosts, Zhao Xingyuan's mind is full of thoughts, but what he thinks of is falling rain, when he first saw him, he lost his inner dan, lost his soul and looked down, thinking of her shoulder and neck, deep scars on the bones, that is the punishment of thunder and fire, the catastrophe is big and small, and those who cultivate to be low only need a thunderbolt to smash down, burning their ears with green smoke, and those who cultivate to be advanced attract thousands of heavenly thunders, each of which is split from the spiritual platform to the soul.

Zhao Xingyuan thought of this kind of pain, if it was inflicted on Luoyu, his heart was like being grabbed by someone, and he felt a burst of contraction, he felt heartache, and when it hurt, he felt funny, this situation was just his imagination, and Luoyu didn't know his mind, maybe in her eyes, he was just a mortal, no different from thousands of men and women in the world.

......

In the evening, the rain returned to Zhao Xingyuan's home from Guangde Temple.

The sky is clear during the day, but there is no cloud at night, the stars are shining brightly in the sky, the moon is like washing, and the land is clear.

Falling rain sat on the roof of the house, and there was a gloomy look in his eyes.

Zhao Xingyuan looked at her from the balcony, raised his eyes, and looked up at her: "Come down, it's cold outside." ”

Luo Yu shook his head: "I want to blow the wind." ”

Zhao Xingyuan said lightly: "If you want to blow the wind, you can go back to Guangde Temple, I have been sleeping well lately, and I don't need you." ”

The rhetoric is not euphemistic, this is an eviction order.

Luoyu was stunned, looking at the alienated smile on his face, a faint sense of loss welled up in his heart: "Since that's the case, I'll go back." She jumped down from the roof, stood still in front of Zhao Xingyuan, and said goodbye formally: "I'm leaving, I think of a way to erase memories in the future, and I'll come back to you." ”

Luo Yu said seriously: "In this era, you are my first friend, you are a noble character, you are a good person, and you will be smooth and healthy in this life." ”

Zhao Xingyuan's eyes were bright and clear several times, and a thousand words were hidden in his heart, but it was difficult to speak: "Will you always be in Guangde Temple from now on?"

Can I go see you?

Luo Yu shook his head: "I won't stay for long, maybe, I will go back to the mountains, enjoy the quiet mountain and be suitable for cultivation." ”

I should go back, This incense in the world is heavy, she stayed for a long time, and she actually gave birth to a faint attachment, she remembered the day of the nightmare, Zhao Xingyuan's warm embrace, and today, and said goodbye to him here, Luoyu felt a faint bitterness welling up in her heart, and the parting of the world turned out to be like this.

When the rain came to the world, he was clean and alone, and when he left Zhao Xingyuan's house, he didn't take anything with him. The guest rooms are cleaned by a maid every day, and they are as neat as new, and no one can be seen to have lived there.

The red dress of that dinner, ironed and hung on the wall, was as bright as a maple leaf, and it was the only thing that was tainted with the smell of falling rain.

Zhao Xingyuan stayed in the room for a long time and did not go out.

Mrs. Zhao heard about the farce at the banquet and notified the public relations department early to deal with the matter, and intercepted a few articles that had already been written.

"Shocked! The directors of Tianxuan Group are half-hearted, and two women fight for a man"

"Rich family grievances, renewed turmoil, new love and old love, is it the future hostess of the Zhao family?"

She took the colorful draft and came to her residence to find her son, and was about to tease a few words: "Xingyuan, I didn't think you could have a peachy scandal? ”

There was no response for a long time.

She put away the jokes, and when she saw Zhao Xingyuan's lonely back, she was surprised and distressed: "What's wrong?"

A man of one meter eight also has a fragile side, Mrs. Zhao rarely had this scene, and quietly asked the maid, waiting for the maid to say that when a little girl lived in the guest room, Mrs. Zhao's eyes lit up, and when the little girl left, Mrs. Zhao also had a sad face, and the daughter-in-law with a good heart was in the soup again.

The thunder roared, the rain poured down, and the purple lightning pierced the dark sky like a fierce giant hand.

The cold winter, no snow but thunder, is a rare celestial phenomenon.

The older generation often says: There is a plague god in the winter thunder, and the thunder in the first month is a pile of human bones.

Mrs. Zhao was talking to a friend from the Meteorological Observatory on the phone and looked up at the sky: "You said that on the outskirts of the city, more than a dozen thunderbolts were split today? ”

But he saw his son get up from the room, and strode out, hurrying, and did not know where to go.

The thunder in the sky one after another, not only exploded in the sky above the suburbs of the city, Haicheng was like a huge thunder power station, releasing a huge amount of energy, Zhao Xingyuan followed the direction of lightning, and quickly moved towards the outskirts of the city, which was the direction of Guangde Temple.

There was a huge uneasiness in his heart, his mobile phone was on the side, and he kept dialing the mobile phone of the rain, and the other side was always busy, and there was no response to more than a dozen calls.