The reason Shan Forget kept the monster's hair was because he was curious about the true identity of the murderer.
However, Suning was not interested in the mysterious death of Buddhist disciples at all, so he did not bother to open it and watch it.
The middle-aged monk who wanted to atone for his sins smiled bitterly and said: "Keep it, it may be useful."
"And this letter, help me bring it to Jingyue."
"Oh, don't get me wrong, this is not a letter written by me. To be precise, it is my father's last words before he died."
"I'm just responsible for ghostwriting and storing it for many years."
"If you don't believe it, just open it and take a look."
He put his hands on the table, used his strength to stand up and said, "Thank you very much."
Suning took it casually, removed the defensive formation and said: "It is better to die than to live. What happened back then has long since disappeared."
"Aunt Jingyue can let go of her attachments, but there is no reason for a scum like you to seek death and survival, right?"
"Death would be too easy for you."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Shan Wang clasped his palms together and recited Amitabha Buddha.
He looked at Suning's retreating back, and there was a sense of relief and gratitude in his eyes.
"Jingyue, uncle is leaving first."
He whispered thank you and closed the door.
Then, he walked to the closet and took out a sky blue suit from the bottom drawer.
An old style suit with a bright red tie.
In the cardboard box next to it is a pair of brand new pointed leather shoes.
He took off the monk's robe and Arhat shoes that he had worn for twenty years.
She put on her suit as if it were a treasure and smoothed out the creases on her chest with gentle movements.
This set of clothes and this pair of shoes were bought by her in person on the day she arrived in Dongchen City after traveling down the mountain.
Well, she gave him a birthday present.
His favorite birthday gift in life.
That day, that scene, seemed like just yesterday.
She was wearing a Kunlun green robe and said with a flowery smile: "Uncle, you look really good in blue."
"Hey, you are an adult now. How can you, a small leader of the company, wear casual clothes every day?"
"People must keep up with the trend of the times and be more formal."
"Blue suit, red tie, um, a pair of black leather shoes, right?"
"Yeah, not bad."
She circled around him, looking up and down, her clear eyes as bright as stars, indescribably charming and charming.
She was looking at his clothes, but he was secretly looking at her.
It is unclear, the way is unclear.
Thoughts that I dare not think about and cannot think about fill my mind.
So much so that committing an unforgivable mistake was the greatest pain in his life.
I am ashamed of her, I am ashamed of their child, I am ashamed of the parents who gave birth to him and raised him.
I am ashamed of the entire Tang family and their ancestors who cannot live in peace.
Call him timid or cowardly.
On the day when the child was drowned by his father, he suddenly had a "great enlightenment".
Wrong, it is wrong after all.
If she makes the same mistake again and again, it will only completely destroy her.
She could have lived a happy, carefree and carefree life.
The headmaster's direct disciple will surely become a distinguished elder of Kunlun in the future.
Follow her path and live as long as you live.
Her life and her future were filled with too much time and too many dazzling moments.
And he can never catch up.
Not only will he not be able to catch up, he will only cause trouble for her.
Thousands of people pointed it out, and all parties ridiculed and insulted him.
All of this happened because of him.
He figured it out and understood.
In order not to leave any way out for himself, he resolutely entered Buddhism and became a monk.
It hurts for one year, ten years, twenty years, and as the years gradually pass by, one day it will eventually be forgotten.
With her lifespan, she still has a long way to go.
