March Fangfei Li Sedum.

Under the peach blossom tree, a girl in a crimson light gauze sat on the ground in despair, her dress was curled by the wind from time to time, and the slender body wrapped in the dress trembled slightly, as if she couldn't help the wind. I don't know how long I sat there, but the breeze shook off the petals of a tree and sprinkled it on her dress. The tears in the corners of her eyes had long since been dried or drained by the wind, and the slender hand stiffly dragged a letter, which was already wrinkled and tear-stained, and suddenly a gust of wind rose, and the letter broke out of her palm with a thud, and abandoned its owner without a memory.

Time passed and seemed to be dormant, an hour, an hour, and then a day, under the peach blossom tree, the crimson figure still did not leave, as if petrified there, her gloomy eyes, only endless despair and sorrow, suddenly slightly curled eyelashes trembled slightly, a round blood tear slipped from the corner of the eye, down the cheeks, dripping on the white jade pendant on the chest, one drop, two drops, three drops......

"Isn't our love comparable to your heart of cultivating the Buddha and attaining enlightenment? Was our previous oath of mountains and seas all a void? Is our eighteen-year childhood childhood friend just an empty dream? You abandoned me stubbornly, your heart is so ruthless. If my soul knows after I die, I will definitely ask you about it. The woman left these words on her deathbed.

After the woman's anger was exhausted, her soul fluttered, drifting through countless black mountains, crossing countless streams and valleys, and finally landed in front of a ruined temple.

The temple door was covered with moss, the black corrugated windows were crooked, and the oil paper, which could no longer be distinguished, was broken everywhere, and peeked out from the broken oil paper, a young and handsome figure sat under a green lamp, and his white fingers flipped through the scriptures from time to time.

The woman let out a bitter sigh: "Is this the life you left me behind and wanted to pursue?" It turns out that I am not as important as a ruined temple in your heart......"

The man looked up from the book and seemed to catch a glimpse of her, "I knew you were here. ”

The woman was surprised, "Yes...... I'm coming," paused, his heart aching, "I'm dead." ”

The man's eyes flashed with a hint of loneliness, but soon disappeared, and his voice was calm, "I'm sorry...... It's come to this, go back, drink the water of Lethe, and start over. ”

The woman's heart was cold, and her face was sad, "Why have you become so cold and ruthless?" I'm your childhood sweetheart's fiancée. ”

"Everything is a passerby, and the fate of the dust is gone." The man muttered, slowly closing his eyes and thanking the guest.

"I'm dying for your injuries, and you're done with a word, can you?" The woman's heart was stung, she sneered, stared at his ruthless face, and said a little decisively, "You are so ruthless, I would rather be the soul of the world than let you go." ”

The man's eyelids lifted and he sighed, "I have explored the past and present lives, the Buddha is my only way, if I don't think about it in this life, why bother with it?" ”

After that, every night, the woman came to the man's room as usual, pestered for half a night and refused to leave, the man chanted the Buddha as usual, meditated and meditated until the lights went out and rested, no matter how the woman shook in front of his eyes and how she talked to him, the man was unmoved, his heart was like a rock without shifting, and he did not want to look at her again and say a word to her.

Seven hundred and forty-nine days passed, and the woman's soul was over, and the messenger of impermanence took her.

However, under the bridge, the Lechuan River flows quietly, which is the river that countless ghosts have stepped on throughout the ages, because the yin qi is rich and dense, it turns into rain, and this endless Lechuan River is formed.

Only after drinking the water of Lethe River can the dead soul be led to the mother-in-law to register and vote, and then arrange a place to live.

The woman was standing by the Lethe River meditating at the moment, and she asked Impermanence, "Do I have to drink the Lethe water to survive?" ”

"Yes." Impermanence replied.

"What if I don't take care of my life?" The woman asked.

"Then you'll be in ashes." Impermanence replied, paused and explained, "Souls cannot last forever, and sooner or later they will dissipate. ”

"Is there any way to save the soul?" The woman felt that impermanence was not too cold, and felt as if she could get an answer from him.

"There's a way." Impermanence replied with a blank face, "But almost no one wants to do that." ”

"What's the solution?" The woman asked.

"Forge the Soul." Impermanence spat out two words.

"Casting ...... Soul, how to cast? The woman asked, slurking.

"Soul casting is to soak your soul in the Red Soul River for seventy-seven forty-nine years, where you will reshape your soul body, and then forge it in the flame furnace for ninety-nine eighty-one years, and cast your thousand-year-old immortal soul." Impermanence hooked his lips, he didn't believe that this woman had a great opportunity to take care of her life, and she wanted to embark on this difficult, tortuous and painful path of soul casting.

"Okay, I'll forge my soul." The woman said firmly.

"After casting the soul, the soul will never be reborn, you have to think clearly." Impermanence is a kind reminder.

"I'd rather be the soul of the world than forget him." As a result, such a sentence burst out of the woman's mouth.

"Good...... bar. Impermanence sighed.

More than 100 years later, the woman found the man who was reincarnated in the third life, and at this time he was only a seven or eight-year-old novice in the temple, and although he was separated by three lives, the little novice was still not much different from the man's childhood.

"At a young age, don't you feel bored when you stay in this dilapidated temple?" The woman was going to take the little novice out of this temple, approached him for a few days, and threw out the topic.

"I've been here since I was born, and I've never been out of the temple." The little novice replied honestly.

The woman slandered in her heart: You are a Buddha with a firm heart, and you still don't forget to be a monk after drinking Lechuan water, and chuckled, "Oh, then you have to see the outside world, I'll take you out for a walk." ”

After all, Xiao Shami is just a child, and curiosity is his nature, so he grinned, "Sister, do you really want to take me to play?" ”

"Sister?" The woman was stunned for a while, she was not used to the sudden title of Xiao Shami, but judging from the age difference between the two of them, it was indeed right to call her sister, it was difficult to say anything, she nodded with a smile, "Yes." ”

So the woman left the temple with the little novice and came to the bustling world, "How is it, is it lively?" ”

"The heat is lively, and I don't think they are as comfortable as the people in the temple." The little novice was serious.

The woman paused and shook her head, "I see that they live quite freely, they can do whatever they want, eat, drink, be merry, happy and sad, and live as they please, don't you think it's good?" ”

"But the abbot said that the world is miserable, and only Buddhism is a happy land." The little novice replied.

"That's a lie, the Buddha Gate is a lonely lamp, deserted, how can it be a happy land?" The woman sneered and brainwashed him.

Whether the little novice finally wanted to or not, the woman did not take him back to the temple, but sent him to a rich family, saying that he was their lost child, so he became the child of that family and lived there, and lived away from the temple from then on.

The woman came to see him every now and then, until he ran away from home when he was eighteen years old.

The woman eventually found him in the temple, "Why do you want to become a monk?" ”

"Why are you pestering me?" Xiao Shami's eyes looked at her calmly.

"You...... Do you still have memories of your past life? The woman panicked.

Xiao Shami nodded, "I remembered my past and present lives. ”

The woman froze on the spot and muttered to herself, "Is this fate?" I have worked so hard to cultivate my soul, but I can't change the ending? ”

Decades later, on the side of the bridge, the man asked the woman, "How can you let me go?" ”

The woman sighed lightly, "Promise me a lifetime, and I will no longer pester you." ”

The man was silent for a long time and shook his head, "You and I have no chance, don't be obsessed." ”

……

Later, the woman searched all corners of the world and could no longer find a reincarnated man.

The world is bleak and changing, and a few hundred years have passed.

"Sister, are you still going to find that person?" A little boy blinked and asked.

This is a child that the woman rescued from the robbers a few years ago, and because she has no father or mother, she took it with her.

"Yes, Chun'er, I already know where he is." The woman smiled a little sadly.

"That Chun'er went to look for him with her sister." Chun'er is very understanding.

"No, there...... You can't go. The woman's eyes welled up with the smell of farewell.

Chun'er was stunned, and he was a little sad that he couldn't be with his sister.

"This is a memento for you." The woman removed the jade pendant from her chest.

The jade pendant is a pair, bright red like blood, just like the blood and tears she shed on her deathbed.

"That'...... Will my sister come back to Chun'er? Chun'er's little hand clutched the jade pendant tightly, and there were tears in her eyes.

"Yes." The woman looked up at the empty and silent sky, and pondered for a long time before returning.