After everyone dispersed, the afterlife space returned to silence.

Mandala Hua walked to the spiritual root and meditated for a long time, and finally exhaled a long breath, and the severed branches had been rejoined, just waiting for time to heal.

He stood up and looked around at the devastation of Shi Cai, only to find that he had basically returned to his original state.

Well, this must have been repaired when Xue Jun was gone. So, what about the flowers on the other side?

He remembered it in his heart, so he walked back to the bridge to check.

The souls in the space have long been taken away by the demons, and there is no longer the interference of the shadows and shadows; And Meng Po's yellow soup, after spilling, only leaves an indescribable taste, the soup that once made the soul forget its memory, but now it is so missed:

Seeing that her injuries are quite serious, I don't know what happened?

Passing by the horizontal place where the "corpse" of the ghost on duty was lying, I still saw a puddle of indistinguishable traces of color left on the ground, there was no smell of blood, and there was just the same tragic atmosphere:

Was he buried in a ghost mound?

Mandala Hua was not sure, but secretly thought in his heart: I wish you rest in peace.

In the past, when I boarded the Nai He Bridge, Mandala Hua would habitually stand on the bridge and admire it: in this gray and indifferent space, the blood-stained flowers on the other side are the only warmth in this desolate world, the hope of life, and the cultivation ground where the courage of reincarnation is recast!

He closed his eyes on the bridge, and when he opened them again, he was amazed, surprised, but unbelievably resonant:

It is still deeply rooted in the rocks, and the transparent flower stems of the past are now like heavy ink, as if they have been solidified, stretching into the air; The green leaves that he had always thought were imprisoned petals were long gone, and without restraint, the flowers on the other side became huge and abnormal, different from the previous posture, the dazzling bewitching and gorgeous were all faded, the flowers were like ink, and there was no longer the exhaustion and trembling after struggling.

It was an unyielding calmness and perseverance! Like magma that has been cooled after being scorched by the fire of the desolation, it is stacked and roared:

The fire in the heart is extinguished, but the heart is not dead, there is no reincarnation, and there is only revenge!

Mandala Hua slowly walked towards the flowers, silent in thought, he did not realize that there was a wisp of affection lingering between his eyebrows.

He suddenly woke up, and there was a strange movement in the sky!

When I looked up, my eyes were crystal clear, and the thousands of stars that had been devoured by the bloodline of the desolate gods swayed out with the free thoughts, the dark and far-reaching sky, the starlight was brilliant in an instant, and the end of the splendid was gradually dimmed and disappeared.

He didn't retract his gaze, he was waiting, because he seemed to know that in the vast firmament, there was a look back that he missed hundreds of millions of years ago, and tonight, she would come by stepping on the stars!

The faint, faint, deep and infinite sky gradually changed color, a drop of blood red was hovering and dissolving enchantingly, but the previously disappeared starlight suddenly appeared, and the stars condensed into her eyes; The long hair is flying and lingering, but with the dark power that has risen from ancient times, it hits him very deep and infallible.

He seemed to be poured, unable to move, and stood there watching her approach calmly, full of longing turned into a greeting:

"Oh, you're still there."

Manzhu Shahua smiled:

"You're there too, aren't you?"

......

......

That Meng Po endured the pain, got out of the space but did not return to her usual residence, looked at the blood stains on her chest, and had to quietly buy a dress in the bazaar to see if there were any flaws in her body, and then calmly walked into the city.

The town also belonged to the prosperous category during the dynasty at that time. In addition, the dynasty advocated Buddhism more, so there were many Buddhist temples and Buddhist halls in the city, and the literati and writers were willing to live in it for a few days in their leisure time to experience the beauty of the landscape and the quiet elegance of Buddhism. After some hesitation, Meng Po walked into the back garden of a temple.

It is close to the Mid-Autumn Festival, there are no flowers and plants left in the yard, only the lush bamboo forest exudes tranquility in the light rain, a meandering secret place, stepping on it is a little uneasy, but the sound of silk and bamboo coming from the green tile hut surrounded by green bamboo attracts to walk over step by step. The closer she got to the bamboo house, the more Meng Po felt the strangeness of her heartbeat, she coughed lightly, looked at the colorful blood stains in her palm, and was not frightened, but laughed at herself:

"Cut! is old, but he learns from that cardamom girl, and he is not ashamed! ”

I only listened to the melodious sound of the piano but couldn't hide the loneliness, as if I was sending the pain of lovesickness in the distance. Meng Po stood quietly for a moment, feeling sorry in her heart:

"Who is the person you can't let go of? How many lifetimes of reincarnation, how many lifetimes of concern, thousands of encounters in the world, can't you remember my appearance? ”

My heart was sad, and finally with a flick, I entered the house through the wall.

The room was dark, and a small oil lamp was lit but rested at the foot of the bed, and the lights flickered and danced to the sound of the piano.

The table is close to the bed, and a long-standing guqin is parked on it, and a pair of slender and agile fingers, kneading, parting, pressing, blocking, are provoking every note, and the notes seem to be infused with emotion, floating around the person playing the qin, refusing to disperse for a long time.

Meng Po looked around, but she didn't see a chair or anything like that, so she had to go around the desk and sit side by side with the boy on the edge of the bed.

The young man's forehead was hung down with a short unruly strand of hair, swaying gently as his arms moved.

What handsome eyebrows!

Meng Po sighed lightly: This reincarnation is most similar to the deity.

She couldn't help but stretch out her hand to help him pin the strand of hair, so that she could see the young man's appearance more clearly, but as soon as her fingers touched the young man, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the young man turned to her suspiciously, as if he was speculating about the strangeness around him, and after half a sound, he couldn't help but smile:

"They all say that this bamboo forest is haunted, and I hope to be haunted by ghosts."

After speaking, he played the piano by himself.

Meng Po leaned her head on his shoulder, the fatigue of running around made her seriously injured body unbearable, and her figure leaning on the young man's shoulder became more and more apparent:

"I'm afraid you won't be able to escape the world anymore, and the demon spirit will seek revenge on you when it escapes."

In a trance, the young man seemed to hear some voices muttering to himself, but he was not frightened, the sound of the piano was still dingdong, and he played a song "Xiaoxiang Night Language".

Meng Po forced herself to cough lightly, the blood stains on her chest were dripping more and more, she was nostalgic for this time, and she didn't want to leave:

Perhaps, this is the last time to snuggle up without scruples...

Just as he was lingering, he heard the sound of footsteps outside the bamboo house, and a young voice shouted:

"Brother Wang Wei--- Brother Wang Wei----! It's time, let's go! ”

The boy got up and answered, and opened the door and went away. Meng Po walked out of the bamboo house with a gloomy expression, but the young man seemed to have forgotten something and turned back to get it, but he bumped into Meng Po, who was walking down the steps and had not yet been invisible, and was stunned for a while, and her eyes met, Meng Po's heart was unbearable, and she smiled with tears:

"Finally you see that you can't bear it!"

The laughter continued, and the person disappeared again, and the young man stood in place and pondered:

Why was she so badly injured? Why did she stay by her side?