The third brother looked up at the urn, and then lowered his head to concentrate on the work at hand, "Don't worry, first find someone who makes fake antiques to make the box old...... Just do it as if it had been buried for seven years!"

Yue Qishao's eyes lit up when he heard this, "It's still the third brother who thinks thoughtfully!" After that, he walked away with the urn in his hand.

Yue Qishao really found someone to make the urn old, not only that, he didn't do it endlessly, but he also got a bunch of unclaimed ashes, which was also a young woman's ashes, eighty percent of them died in a foreign land, and they didn't even have any relatives.

Yue Qishao was not afraid, he put on a pair of gloves with a cigarette in his mouth, grabbed the ashes into the old urn one by one, and when it was almost done, he closed the lid and hugged it in his arms, he reached out and patted the urn, "You are quite lonely over there, right? Let me introduce you to a man, as for when he can die to accompany you, it depends on your ability!"

Tut-tut, this guy is also poisonous enough, obviously he is the one who makes the family die for his own selfishness, and he is not at peace, but he pushed the little monk out to prevent the disaster.

Shaving to become a monk is simply the dream day of the little monk, watching the wooden fish chanting the scriptures, the little monk finally found his home, but ...... Such a good day has not passed for a few days, and Yue Qishao came to the door.

Because the temple is small, there are two people in it, the old monk and the little monk, so Yue Qishao came in with an urn, neither of them found it, Yue Qishao did not call people out, but found it in the meditation room one by one, fortunately, there were not many rooms, and soon he saw the little monk chanting.

Yue Qishao didn't call him, but the smell of his smoke made the little monk frown slightly, the little monk stopped his movements and looked up at the door, the first thing he saw was the black and white photo of Invite Yue smiling like a flower, "Bang!" The wooden fish hammer in the little monk's hand fell to the ground.

There is nothing cruel in the world than when you let a person see heaven and then kick him into the Infernal Hell......

Yue Qishao looked at the little monk and smiled coldly, not only was he holding the urn, but he also carried a dozen burnt paper next to the urn. Ignoring the little monk's bloodless face, Yue Qishao walked up to him and put down the urn.

He took a cigarette in his mouth, opened the burning paper, and then took out a lighter and lit it in the room. Yue Qishao didn't look at the little monk either, just looked at the fire that had just been lit, "She said not to let you know the news of her death, but I think ...... You should know!" he said, taking a hard puff on the cigarette in his hand.

Yue Qishao's face was a little stiff, and his smoking hand trembled slightly, it could be seen that he seemed to be trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart, "After all, ......" His voice grew cold, "You killed her!"

Yue Qishao waited for the paper to burn out, then he stood up from the ground, and the cigarette butt that had been extinguished in his hand was still on the ground, "Today is the seventh anniversary of her death, in her heart, you are her dearest person, you can accompany her today, I will pick her up tomorrow!"

He didn't make any drastic moves, but because he was too calm, the little monk was immersed in the bad news of Ying Yue's death for a long time.

Invite her to ...... Dead? Dead...... Seven years?The little monk stared at the slightly worn urn, which still had signs of corrosion from water and earth, and it seemed that it had been buried in the soil until then......

Seven years...... Isn't that the same seven years ago...... Because of this, Yue Qishao killed Mr. Wang regardless of it, and he framed him in prison just because Ying Yue didn't want him to know the news of her death?

Thinking of the peaceful and comfortable days in prison for the past seven years, the little monk's ears were ringing, and he suddenly shook "poof!" and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He once thought that he had used seven years in prison to make up for all the debts he owed to Ying Yue, but now he knew ...... He owes the ...... to the moon I can't pay it off in this life......

The little monk stretched out his hand tremblingly, gently stroking the black and white photo of Ying Yue, the familiar bright smile on the photo seemed to be right in front of him, and he seemed to be able to hear Ying Yue's unbridled laughter.

The girl who would never be defeated by pain and misfortune is now a pile of dry bones...... Whereas...... All because of his ......

At this moment, the old monk walked in tremblingly with something in his hand, "Jingtong, ah......" The old monk saw the urn in the house, and slammed his footsteps, "This ......"

The little monk raised his head in a daze when he heard the voice, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the things in the old monk's hand.

Feeling the little monk's gaze, the old monk sighed again and again, "Do evil!" After that, he stepped forward and handed the things in his hand to the little monk, "This is from your orphanage, is it ...... Invitation Yue's death certificate, and the household registration ...... that has been eliminated"

The little monk stupidly took the hukou and the death certificate, and the death certificate was written with the words Lan Yueyue, and the hukou was ...... But the name of Invite Yue was buttoned with a bright red word "cancellation".

Originally, the little monk was on the verge of collapse, and these two things were the last straw that broke the camel's back......

"Hehe......" The little monk suddenly smiled, he looked up at the old monk, and his scarlet eyes actually brought a trace of water, "Master...... The disciple always thought that he had seen through everything in the world a long time ago, but now he knows...... All this open-mindedness is nothing but a false illusion......"

Looking at the little monk who broke down and giggled, the old monk sighed again and again...... He didn't know how to comfort him, what a sin...... If he hadn't persuaded the little monk to convert to Buddhism, wouldn't he have made such a big mistake?

The old monk, who had always been in spirit, seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden, and he trembled and walked out with his door in his arms, and his originally straight back seemed to be crushed by something.

The little monk watched the old monk leave with scarlet eyes, and respectfully knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old monk three times. Not long after, the little monk returned to the small courtyard where he and Ying Yue had been holding the urn.

The little monk just sat in the courtyard, holding the urn and dying in the raging fire.

In fact, as soon as smoke came out, someone called 119, but Yue Qishao stopped the person, as long as the fire did not spread, there was no need to save it.

As Yue Qishao expected, the little monk died holding the urn, but he didn't know that the little monk did not leave after his death, he looked at the female ghost who was kneeling and trembling for a long time and did not come back to his senses, and when he followed Yue Qishao back to the capital, he saw Ying Yue lying on the bed.

At this time, the little monk suddenly realized that Ying Yue was not dead. The little monk looked at Ying Yue lying on the bed in a daze, and his mind was in a mess.

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