Xuan Yi said this, his eyes were blazing, and his outstretched hands were across Shen Qingjun's eyes, wanting to provoke the red hijab that was in the way, but he didn't dare to really do it, for fear of seeing her disgusted eyes hidden under the red silk.

As soon as his fingers touched a red tassel, he immediately retracted as if he had been bitten by a vicious dog.

The man who had never been shocked, and when he tasted the acacia for the first time, he seemed to be crushed, bowed down, and begged a girl in a mournful tone.

Shen Qingjun couldn't bear to listen anymore, her eyes widened to relieve the soreness in her eyes, and she said, "In the next life, when you come to me, I will keep my promise." When the time comes, I don't care about anything else, I only care about you. ”

Xuan Yi was stunned, seeing that she had no remorse, he was stunned for a long time, he laughed for the first time, ignoring her consternation, there was no anger in his voice, only despair, "You scolded me once, and you want to scold me a second time." This life is not enough, and you still want my next life. ”

Shen Qingjun grabbed the corner of the wedding dress, she shook her head, "You answer me, if you are tired, you don't want to come to me." In that next life, I will look for you. You just have to wait. Xuanyi, you answered me!"

Xuan Yi was silent, silent for a long time, he took a few steps back, and his voice became smaller, "It's all ...... Words. In the end, I gave up the gods and Buddhas for you, and I promised you your life and life, but as a result, I was the only one who was crazy. ”

He coughed a few times, and repeated over and over again in a hoarse voice, "I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling!"

Shen Qingjun walked up to him, pulled his cuffs, and mentioned again in a coaxing tone, "In the next life, I will definitely look for you." As long as you don't dislike the way I looked at that time, let's go to see the red dust world, the fire trees and silver flowers. Xuanyi, will you promise me?"

Genichi stood still like a piece of wood, just muttering something in his mouth, as if he was muttering something quickly.

Then, his body began to shake violently, as if he were a poisoned man's constant convulsions, his calves shook, and the back of his hands floated strangely with green tendons.

"Xuanyi, ...... you" Shen Qingjun took off the red cloth silk with some concern, reached out and touched Xuanyi's forehead, only to see that his cheeks were red, his skin was hot, and although his eyes were closed, his eyeballs were already swirling in his sockets at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Shen Qingjun sensed that something was wrong with his body, so he called out to him, "Xuanyi, Xuanyi......"

One after another.

Xuan Yi finally opened his eyes, and suddenly a red light flashed, and with just a glance, Shen Qingjun's heart sank to the bottom, and the monk's eyes no longer looked like human eyes, and there was no popularity at all. In the dim light of the fire, the seeping red light stared at her closely.

"Xuanyi, your eyes ......" Shen Qingjun stretched out her hand and wanted to touch Xuanyi's eyebrows, but her neck was suddenly choked by Xuanyi.

He, began to exert force.

Shen Qingjun gradually couldn't breathe.

The inhuman eyes were hollow and gloomy, and the water that had filled their sockets not long ago was as dim as a pool of stagnant water.

He word by word, as if he wasn't thinking, just following someone's instructions, "You...... Really...... Yes...... Hurt ...... He...... No...... You...... It's just fine......"

Shen Qingjun's face turned red, she thought about it, and gradually stopped resisting, "This is the ...... It's going to be ...... right away Go...... Next life, right...... It's also ......."

She covered Xuanyi's hands, and felt the string of red Buddha beads on the monk's wrist burn to the point of boiling hot, almost scalding off a layer of her skin.

As soon as these words came out, Xuanyi's movements paused, the red light in his eyes dissipated, and he fell to the ground, his neck hanging, and he didn't react for a long time.

Shen Qingjun gasped for breath, she bent down and looked at Xuan Yi's haggard face.

Xuan Yi shook for a moment, as if he had finally come back to his senses, he looked at Shen Qingjun who was close in front of him, pursed his lips, there was doubt in his eyes, he didn't remember everything just now, but he remembered what she said about "the next life".

The corners of his mouth twitched, turned his back, and said coldly, "I don't want your next life." Jaya...... Don't. ”

Shen Qingjun didn't know what to say, she just felt that her heart was like a knife, the redness and swelling on her neck seemed to be like a shackle, and she was choking her neck little by little, she was like a drowning person calling for help, calling his name, "Xuanyi, Xuanyi......"

Over and over again.

Xuan Yi finally didn't hesitate at this time, he opened the door and walked out, just in time to bump into Huo Lanyuan, who was walking towards him.

Huo Lanyuan only glanced at him, then rushed into the room, picked up Shen Qingjun, who was sitting on the ground, and asked her softly, "What happened?"

Shen Qingjun shook her head, she kept shaking her head, she looked at the back of the monk, she was cold, at a glance, she was merciful and compassionate, and she was broken, like a person who had penetrated her love, her joy and anger were invisible, or in other words, there was no joy and anger at all.

Red Sleeves looked at his figure, and was also frightened by the ancient well Bubo with that face.

The monk walked down the stairs one by one, and saw the abbot waiting not far ahead. Standing in a noisy place, but calm and indifferent, shrouded in the sun, it is like a bodhisattva coming out of the sun.

He walked towards Bianzhen.

The crowd held their breath.

They watched the two monks walk farther and farther away before they regained some of their senses. There is a question in my heart, did the young monk become a demon or a Buddha?

After a while, the gongs and drums were noisy again.

Shen Qingjun was led back to the red-topped sedan chair, she sat in the sedan chair, her makeup was already wet from crying, and she became a little flower cat.

Huo Fu.

Relatives and friends come and go, and the hall is full.

She and Huo Lanyuan worshiped their parents, and in a trance, they suddenly remembered Xuanyi's words, and realized that they had lost the favor of the monk not only in this life, but also in the next life, and suddenly felt that there was no interest in life, and there was no difference between life and death.

Since then, I have lost the Buddha, the light, and the color of the world.

Drift along.

It doesn't matter anymore.