When he learned that Luo Jingyao was unconscious for no apparent reason, the old emperor looked thoughtful.
I don’t know if I believe it or not, but people in higher positions always think more.
"Hurry up and call Yao'er, she, she won't come back, she..." Does she blame me? If it wasn't because she was selfish and didn't want her daughter to suffer, she wouldn't have let her go to other worlds, and she wouldn't have had any interest in that world.
Having feelings gave her a bond and made her reluctant to come back. Her obsession was so heavy, which shows how good her relatives in that world were to her.
It's all her fault.
The Duke's wife burst into tears, trembling with fear, her face was haggard and unconscious, her eyes were red, swollen and bloodshot, it was obvious that she had not dared to close her eyes in the past few days.
"No hurry, no hurry, I'll ask the master first." The Duke hugged his wife comfortingly, and his heart sank. His wife had said it before, but when he really felt it, he realized how much pressure she was under.
After Luo Jingkong and others watched it and listened to the narration of the Duke's wife, their hearts were heavy. Only they themselves knew how scared they were. They were afraid that their sister would not remember them. Did they not do well enough to make her sister regret her past?
Their bond is heavier than theirs?
The four brothers immediately turned around and went to the Mahavira Hall to kneel before the Buddha to ask for his mercy.
Such mysterious and mysterious things are really beyond their ability to understand.
puff--
The master's energy became sluggish, but his eyes were bright.
"Master, are you okay?"
"No problem, just wait a moment, the destined person will arrive soon." The master clasped his hands together.
Then he closed his eyes again and muttered something. The Duke did not understand, but he could also see the relaxation and excitement in the master.
He thought things were about to turn around.
He turned around and returned to the wing to guard his daughter.
Pursing her lips tightly, the waves of chills made the Duke's wife dare not cry anymore, and she hurriedly comforted the Duke.
"Don't be like this. If something happens to you, what will you do to us, mother and son?"
"Don't be afraid, I won't let anything happen to you, and I won't let anything happen to my daughter." The Duke of Guo suppressed his anxiety, and the terrifying aura on his body disappeared due to his wife's words.
"I know I know."
"Madam, please lie down for a while. Otherwise, if you lie down after the eldest lady is well, she will feel distressed."
"Sleep peacefully, I'll accompany you." Since there is another world and his daughter doesn't want to come back, or can't come back, he will definitely try his best to find her.
The Duke's wife really couldn't hold it anymore. She lay beside her daughter and held her daughter's hand tightly with both hands. She hoped that her daughter could feel her love. She loved her very much, more than life.
Over everything.
Watching his wife falling asleep, but because she was worried about her daughter, she couldn't sleep well. The Duke's wife rubbed her daughter's hair with a loving look on her face.
"Wake up, come back, father and mother, this family cannot live without you, please say goodbye and come back, okay?" Mr. Guo, as a father, has never been able to hold hands with his daughter since she grew up.
His daughter's hand, today he held his daughter's hand, as if this way, her daughter would not leave.
There was a faint smile on his elegant face, but his eyes were sad. He was a man of steel. The softness in his eyes was given to his wife and children. The tears in his eyes quickly gathered and fell on the back of his daughter's left hand like water drops.
, and slowly slid into the palm of my hand.
A soft light flashed in a place where the Duke of Guo did not see it.
Luo Jingyao looked at the water drops gathering in front of her without knowing why, and looked at her grandfather and uncle who were chatting beside her.
She could only hear what her grandfather said at the beginning, but later she couldn't hear what they were saying. They probably couldn't see her either.
In the past few days, she had thought a lot, walked around the place where she grew up, visited her own practice room, and returned to the ancestral hall again.
She thought it was time to go back. Someone here would live on her behalf, and Grandpa and the others wouldn't be sad.
But where should she go? She knew she should go back, but where should she go? She didn't know how to go back.
Can't remember.
Bored, she drew more and more water traces in front of her to draw the ditch. But the moment she touched the water traces, she actually felt heartache, very painful.
I don’t understand why, but my tears burst out again and I can’t even wipe them away.
"Yao'er can't hear her at all, and she doesn't think we can see her." Even because she stayed a little long, her soul memory was fading, and the high priest squatted in front of Luo Jingyao and said.
Grandpa Luo asked anxiously: "Did you feel anything just now?"
"Wait a minute. After this time, there will no longer be any trace of her existence in this world. Even in our hearts, there will be no trace of Yao'er."
"...I know, as long as Yao'er is fine." Grandpa Luo's eyes were wet, but he said firmly.
"Of course, that family loves her very much. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to come here, and she could even become one with the young master." Only they themselves don't know.
After the high priest finished speaking, he used magic to drip water stains on the ground onto Luo Jingyao's eyebrows.
Seeing Luo Jingyao closing her eyes, the two of them watched nervously and waited.
Picture after picture flashed through Luo Jingyao's mind, her confused face was filled with tears, and she was crying silently with her mouth grinning.
Grandpa Luo was crying with her at the side. The high priest felt quite uncomfortable. He was as cold and hard as him, and his eyes were sore.
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"Here we come." After the master finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the wing. On the way, he met King An who was pushed by Qingyun.
"Does the donor still remember the poor monk?"
"Master is joking." It was this old bald donkey who tricked him into becoming a monk when he was a child.
"It's good that the donor remembers it. The poor monk wants to borrow the donor's Bodhi bracelet for use. Human lives are at stake, so I ask the donor to lend a helping hand."
"If I remember correctly, it was you who took a golden bodhi from my bracelet ten years ago. Do you need it again today?" Prince An only wanted to see the little girl and didn't want to talk to the bald donkey.
"Today and in the past are one and the same."
King An directly took it off and threw it to the master. After the master called the Buddha's name, he followed him leisurely.
"Now that you have taken what you need, why should you follow me anymore?"
"The poor monk and the benefactor are on the same journey. They do everything by the same person."
King An's expression changed.
After arriving at the wing, I saw the person on the bed.
"Master, do you have a way?"
"Here we come." The master asked the Duke to look behind him and saw King An. Although the Duke was doubtful, he was not as worried about his daughter.
"Donor, please use a drop of my blood." The master looked directly at King An.
An Wang pursed his lips and used his inner strength to force out the blood from his fingertips, which fell on Luo Jingyao's left hand. Then he put An Wang's Buddhist beads in Luo Jingyao's hand, clasped his hands together, and recited something quickly.
I saw the soft light in Luo Jingyao's hand slowly turned into golden light, getting stronger and stronger, and it stung everyone so much that they couldn't open their eyes for a while.
At this moment, a golden bead appeared in Luo Jingyao's hand and was spinning.
