Previous Offence (9)
"Master, your eyes are already red, you absolutely cannot get angry, it will only deepen your guilt. Quickly take Little Orchid back to the tower and go. Your disciple can no longer serve you, I'll leave first."
That white robe which was once as spotless as a cloud is now dyed red, as red as the eyes of the reincarnated child.
"See? Another person died because of you, and you're still alive. Do you deserve it?"
"Hahaha!" The reincarnated child suddenly burst out laughing.
"Hahaha!" He couldn't stop laughing, the flowers and leaves around him fell down one after another, snakes, insects, and ants all ran away. Everyone in the scene had their ears severely tortured, and they could hardly stand still.
The ground started with a slight tremor, followed by violent shaking, and finally the earthquake-like vibration made everyone here unable to stand still, as if everyone was drunk, swaying from side to side.
"Earthquake!" someone shouted, and it was then that everyone realized what was happening.
Li Tianwang led the heavenly soldiers to fly into the sky, and those monks also ran towards the distance. The reincarnation child was still laughing, laughing non-stop. The ground had cracked open dozens of fissures, accompanied by tremors, cracking wider and wider, all the cracks converged together, forming a large pit, this pit was expanding larger and larger, ruthlessly swallowing the surrounding trees and rocks into it.
That crack slowly extended to the pagoda, and the land around it also gradually loosened and slid down, as if the entire tower was about to sink in. At this time, a small blue cloth package appeared in the fragmented soil beside the pagoda, possibly not buried very deeply, and was exposed by the earthquake. The monk named Jie Chen suddenly emerged from somewhere and rushed towards the cloth package, but ignored the empty host who was pressed down by stones.
But the speed of the collapse was too fast, just as Jie Xin grabbed the bag, the entire tower fell down completely, and the cloth bag also disappeared with it. Jie Xin stared at the disappearing cloth bag in front of him and rushed down like a madman, also disappearing into the bottomless abyss. Kong Le looked at all this, clasped his hands together and recited Buddha's name.
The reincarnated child stopped laughing, slowly stood up, and hugged the already deceased Xiao Lan with both hands. Blood-red tears flowed from his eyes. Then he looked at the scattered people lying on the ground and said softly:
"Scattered person, I hope you can enjoy all the glory and wealth in your next life. As a master, I will settle you here. If you follow me into the tower again, I'm afraid you'll never be able to transcend for eternity."
He finished speaking and leaped towards the crack in the fallen tower.
"Li Tianwang, shall we go on?"
"No need, standing high and seeing far, he has already put himself in a desperate situation, there is no need to make another move. Go back and report to the Jade Emperor, the ancient cypress treasure has disappeared forever with the Wheel Turning Boy."
A lucky cloud disappeared at the horizon.
The earthquake stopped, and the ground slowly closed together. Everything around seemed unchanged, as if nothing had happened. The Wheel of Rebirth child transferred the last bit of true yuan in his body to Xiao Lan's body, and smiled as he looked at her slightly opened eyes.
"Boy, this time you didn't give up on me." This was the first time she had called him by his name.
"Lan, we can finally die together, who would have thought that in our last life, it would still end in such a tragic way."
"The me of this life is already dead. The one here now is the person from the previous life who had no regrets, and you are still so lovely, it's fitting that we die together like this."
"Haha, yes, two kids, two children who will never grow up."
The two of them lay on their backs, with smiles in their mouths, facing only a poem on the top of the sky:
Soft clouds play cleverly, flying stars convey hatred, the Milky Way stretches far and dark. Golden wind and jade dew meet once, and they surpass countless human affairs.
Tender feelings are like water, good times are like dreams, enduring the road back to Magpie Bridge. If our love is long-lasting, how can it be limited to just morning and evening?
On the mountain top, only one person was left, constantly reciting the mantra of reincarnation. A dead object had killed three lives, a small matter that had brewed into a shocking tragedy. What is right and what is wrong, how to judge?
