I slowly opened my eyes and looked at Jevic standing in front of me, he was Mandala Hua, he was the one who had been standing behind me and standing in front of me.

Mandala Hua is the flower of memory, and Meng Po Tang can't erase his memory at all, so he struggled on the Nai He Bridge, and it took hundreds of years to be reincarnated. However, the loneliness and hopelessness on the bridge can only be understood by those who have experienced it.

There are some words, not to say, we all understand each other, this is a tacit understanding in exchange for thousands of years of companionship.

I remembered my past life and understood this life. I am Manju Sahua, I took the dagger in Luo Hua's hand, cut through my palm, and dripped blood on the blooming mandala flower. Then, there are one, two, three, and more and more manju sawa blooms side by side with mandala flowers.

Half a drop of sad tears, a cup of the strongest wine, with the fragrance of forgetting worries, can be what I want. I finally knew why it was half a sad tear, because the other half was to water the flowers.

I gave half a drop of Jevic's original tears to Luo Hua,

"The original tears of the people of the future generations, half a drop of bartending, half a drop of watering flowers."

Luo Hua took the tears and said:

"Thank you!"

I laughed and said:

"Thank you, aren't you pouring me too?"

Luo Hua smiled and nodded. I know that what I can do now is to concoct a wine that can heal the original wound as soon as possible, so as to live up to all the sins that Luo Hua has put in and suffered.

I plucked a manju sawa flower, returned to the vodka tavern with Rohua, used 96 proof vodka as the base drink, added the remaining half drop of Jevic's original tears, and finally inserted the manju sawa and handed it to Lowa.

"This is for Van Vasilyevich."

Luo Hua waved his hand,

"I don't need to be reincarnated, I don't need to cross the Nai He Bridge again, so I don't need to."

I shrugged,

"Give it a name!"

Luo Hua thought for a while and said:

"Hurt, call it hurt."

"Good!"

I know that Luo Hua named it "Wounded", which means that the war dead and the juvenile died, and he hoped that the original wounds would be healed.

I also knew that Jevic's original injury had an effect on Rohua, otherwise he wouldn't have poured glass of wine in a vodka tavern, and he wouldn't have been helpless and sad like a child when he killed his own son.

The mandala flower in my memory is the Buddha listening carefully under the Bodhi tree, and the guide flower that blooms silently on the side of the Huangquan Road. It's just that Jevic's original injury makes him temperamental, makes him ruthless, and repents while killing.

They all said that they put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha on the ground, and they all said that turning back was the shore, but I only saw the endless sadness and overwhelmed look in Luo Hua's eyes. Where is the shore, if I can, I don't want my teenager to grow up like this. If it weren't for me, he would still be a young man listening carefully to the scriptures under the Bodhi tree.

I am responsible for all the people who died, and now he is responsible for all the sins. Even though Luo Hua said that they were just the seeds of the mandala Hua, I knew that Luo Hua felt guilty about them in his heart, after all, they were no longer just simple seeds when they were reincarnated. Therefore, Luo Hua doesn't drink "sorrow", not because he doesn't want to forget, but because he wants to spend the rest of his life to pay for his sins.

Luo Hua asked me:

"Shahua, what are you going to do next?"

"I'm going to go back to Huangquan first to help the guy on the side of Huangquan Road, and then open a tavern in the world to help more people."

Memories of past lives let me know that someone had waited for me for more than a thousand years, waiting for me to help him.

"Shahua, this time, I can't accompany you. I will remain alive, in the Grand Duchy of Moscow, until the body of Van Vasilyevich dies. ”

I nodded,

"This is also an explanation of this life, you have always been with me, this time, I am with you. We came together, and of course we have to go back together. It's all your fault, and I must wait for you to go back together and see how others are helped because of it. ”

For more than two years, Luo Hua put on an ascetic monk's robe, atoned for all that Yin Van Vasilyevich had done, and prayed for the dead. Mandala Hua and Yin Van Vasilyevich, they are one person, but they are not alone, sometimes Luo Hua can't figure out the other self.

On March 28, 1584, when the wind was blowing very cold, I was making wine in the tavern, when a gust of wind blew, and I shivered, and my glass fell to the ground and shattered. My sixth sense drove me towards the palace, and the closer I got, the more uneasy I felt. When I saw Jevic, I suddenly felt calm, and perhaps it was a relief for him. Yin Van Vasilyevich passed away, and at the last moment of his life, he did not drink the "wounds" I concocted. None of us can forget those who died, and it was they who made the "wounds" happen. If the "wounded" can help some people in the future, it is all their credit.

I walked over to Rova, and he stared fixedly at Jevic's body.

"Let's go, let's go back."

When I pulled him around and wanted to leave, I suddenly found that everything around me was still, and it was the Buddha of the Precepts. Luo Hua and I bowed respectfully:

"Disciple to meet the Buddha of the Precepts."

The Buddha of the Precepts stares at us in mid-air, and the Buddha is always so high up that his voice feels distant.

"Mandalahua, you are guilty."

Luo Hua still said respectfully:

"The disciple does not know what crime he has committed."

The precept Buddha is still so far away that the voice came,

"As a disciple of Buddhism, you were reincarnated as a human but slaughtered lives in the human world, countless souls died under the sword, and you committed the precept of killing, and you still don't know the sin?"

I hurriedly explained:

"The precepts of the Buddha, the mandala are to help more people......"

I told me all the reasons for the matter, and I hope that the Buddha will not condemn Luo Hua.

"Using killing to create a human realm to awaken the mandala Hua body is simply a crooked way of the evil demons, how can my Buddhism tolerate a tyrannical person like you, I punish you to stay in Huangquan forever, and you will never be able to return to Bodhi."

I would also like to explain that Luo Hua took my hand, and he said to the Buddha of the Precepts:

"The disciple obeys."

After speaking, he bowed to the precept Buddha Yingying, and then Luo Hua turned to me and said:

"Shahua, I really can't accompany you in the future, I won't go to hell, who will go to hell, I will protect the region in the future, and you will protect the world."

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for me to speak, and he turned into the mandala Hua body and disappeared into the world. Obviously, he is here to help others, and it is clear that all this is my wish, and it is clear that I should bear all this. My eyes were red, tears blurred my realization, and the Buddha of the precepts in mid-air became more distant and unattainable, a Buddha on high above. I raised my head, looked at the Buddha and said:

"They all say that my Buddha is compassionate, and they all say that all living beings are suffering, but you, the Buddhas who are high up in the world, accept the incense offerings of this world, have you ever really seen them suffer? The Buddha loves the world, but in fact he doesn't love anyone. Bodhi, don't go back. ”

I turned and left, just as I had left Bodhi, never looking back.