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1013. Chapter 1013 Lost in the River of Forgetfulness [2]

The cold wind was blowing around. Hua Xi raised his head and looked around. Some sporadic lights could be seen in the distance, which were residents of the ghost world.

In the ghost world, there are also ghost tribes that live for a long time.

Suddenly, several lanterns making wishes floated over the Forgotten River. In this darkness, the light of those lanterns was so beautiful.

It turns out that the ghost tribe also practices this kind of thing. She thought that only the human race did it.

I don’t know what kind of wishes the ghosts would make.

There was nothing to do anyway, so Hua Xi simply squatted down and looked at the lanterns floating by on the river to see what was written on them.

"I wish to have the person of my heart, and we will never be apart until we grow old together."

Gee, the ghost tribe also likes such sensational poems!

'Get well soon'

‘Husband, come back soon’

'Children grow up quickly'



They are all such ordinary wishes, similar to those in the human world.

There were more and more wishing lanterns in the river. Finally, the river was covered with wishing lanterns, and the dense lights illuminated the surrounding trees.

White ribbons hung on the trees, burning with the color of lights.

It's like the human world.

Hua Xi squatted by the river, watching silently, when she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps walking through the grass.

These footsteps could not belong to A Li. A Li's footsteps were not so heavy.

Hua Xi raised her head, and the lights gradually became blurry. Standing on the other side of the Forgotten River, a young monk wearing a white cassock looked at her silently.

The white ribbon on the tree brushed gently around him.

In the dimly lit place, his eyebrows were like distant mountains and his eyes were like a mirror lake.

Hua Xi was stunned for a moment, but he was also speechless.

There is a river of forgetfulness in the middle. On the river of forgetfulness, there are countless gorgeous lights floating across it, a patchwork of colored glaze.

The wind gently blew through the treetops, but Hua Xi smiled and broke the deadlock first.

"Little monk, why did you come to the ghost world?"

He lightly clenched his fist and then said honestly: "I'm coming to find you."

She asked in a daze, "Do you think I'm dead?"

He didn't speak, just nodded slightly, the depths of his eyes tainted with the glazed light.

That is the color in the world of mortals.

His mind should be like a bright mirror, and his body should be like glass, clear inside and outside, without any blemishes.

"How could I die? Demons have always been very strong in life." Hua Xi smiled slightly.

"Then why don't you go to me?" Wujiang asked confusedly, his heart trembling as if it was suspended in the air.

He worries about gains and losses, all because of her.

He lost himself because of her.

At this point, he didn't know what to do.

I went back to Fanyin Temple, but I knew I couldn't let her go.

If I follow her into the world of mortals, I will be sorry to my master and the Buddha.

The world is safe and secure, and it does not disappoint the Tathagata...it does not disappoint you.

Hua Xi lowered her eyes, looked at the wishing lanterns in the river, and said softly: "Wujiang, you and I are different people after all. You are the righteous Buddhist, and I am the evil heretic. There should not be any intersection."

"But you are different from the demons. If you are willing, I am willing to spend my whole life cultivating to help you overcome the demons!" Wujiang said.

"No, I don't want to get you involved." Hua Xi shook his head and looked at the lights in trance, "Wujiang, you can become a Buddha. Don't lose yourself because of temporary confusion."

Wujiang pursed his lips and his eyes stayed on her, as if he couldn't move away.

Hua Xi said: "You should be like a bright mirror and don't mess with the dust."

"The mirror is a dead thing, how can the heart be dead?" Wujiang suddenly said,

"A mirror reflects something, but if the object is not facing the mirror, how can the mirror reflect it?


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