The blood marks on her forehead were particularly dazzling, and her sloppy eyes glistened with tears, like a slow stream.

It's so soft, so intoxicating, it's soaked with sweat, as if someone has just fished it out of the water.

is completely different from the rumored Jian Junxi.

Some people are stunned, some people are complicated, some people are puzzled, some people respect, some people are calm......

The scene was so quiet that only the faint sound of her breathing remained......

Jian Junxi stiffened, and the old voice made her feel that not far away was the Master Hongyuan she wanted to see.

Reaching out and wiping the blood stains on his face with the back of his hand, he crawled in front of Hongyuan with the last bit of strength.

His dark eyes were not focused, and he choked up and asked, "Excuse me...... Are you ...... Master Hongyuan? ”

Her voice was so soft that it seemed to have been blown away by the wind, and if she hadn't gotten closer, she might not have heard a word......

"Donor, it's the old man......" Hongyuan's eyes flashed slightly, one hand was firmly placed on his chest, and the other hand kept pushing the Bodhi beads......

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and time seemed to stop flowing.

Jian Junxi strongly supported his body, and the old and the young knelt opposite each other.

The old monk's expression was calm and indifferent, and there was too much sadness in the young man's eyes......

"I heard...... You just need to look at people...... I know everything...... What about you...... Do you know...... What am I asking for today? ”

Jian Junxi moved her lips weakly, her tear-glittering eyes full of vicissitudes.

And her vision was still pitch black, she couldn't see anything, but she could feel that someone was in front of her.

"Everything is arranged, why bother the donor!" Hongyuan opened his mouth indifferently, and there was no trace of wave in his old eyes.

"Am I not sincere enough?" Jian Junxi closed his eyes in pain, as if he was too tired and as if he was in too much pain......

"Amitabha, no, the Buddha said, don't say, don't say......" Hongyuan kept sliding the Buddha beads in his hand.

Jian Junxi raised her head suddenly, even if she couldn't see anything, she needed to take a deep breath to relieve her heart, which was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

She hasn't moved for a long time, mainly because she hasn't figured it out yet, what method can she use to get him to speak?

"Donor, it's time to go back if you're lost...... Hongyuan's expression was calm, and his soft voice seemed to have understood everything in heaven and earth.

Jian Junxi stiffened, stared at him with trembling eyes, pain and sadness in his dark eyes, and his thin lips moved slightly:

"Why don't you tell me how to get back? If I am willing to return, can the lost life be restored? ”

"Donor, what's the pain, when will it be time to retribution......?"

Before Hongyuan's words were finished, a cluster of anger suddenly ignited in Jian Junxi's eyes, and the clenched fists burst out, even if he didn't have any strength

I still can't help but growl: "Enough! I know I'm wrong, but how do I turn back?

I said, I will never kill again, I will never take revenge again, I will hide with my parents and never ask about the world again

My relatives, those whom I killed, will they ever be able to return to the world? That person, will he let us go again? ”

Hongyuan's old gaze swept over a touch of complexity, and he was silent for a few seconds before he spoke calmly: "Donor, why bother obsessing, some people's departure is not your fault......"

Jian Junxi's face was slightly stiff, and the thousands of grievances that had been accumulated for many years suddenly swept her heart like a flood of beasts.

A layer of mist instantly rose at the bottom of his blurry eyes, and his fists clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched.

The mist that had been gathering for a long time finally turned into teardrops and cut out the eye sockets.

(End of chapter)