At that time, her heart was calm and her eyes were full of ruthlessness. She even forgot about these things when she entered the second hour and space, as if she had erased him from her heart.

But at this moment, when they meet again, time has not taken away those memories, and the memories are like a tide, vaguely like yesterday. She realizes that being ruthless is just a disguise, and being indifferent will not be able to do it after all.

A trace of self-mockery flashed across Zhen Shan's eyes. After many reincarnations, she had been pretending to be a mortal heart one after another. She never thought that those loves that she had abandoned would take root in her soul again.

In her heart.

Heartless and desireless?

Just as Wuchen can no longer be a compassionate Buddha with a calm heart, Zhenshan can no longer be a heartless demon concubine by the Wangchuan River.

She didn't know whether it was good or bad, but even if she had feelings, she was no longer the Zhen Shan who was hysterical for Yan Chu, lost her self, and was full of distortions.

She never wanted to admit how failed she was in the beginning and became a demon concubine. She talked about revenge, but in fact she was just going crazy for a man.

The funny thing is, even if she was bitten by ten thousand ghosts in the Wangchuan River, she would not admit it.

Now, she is able to look away, and she really agrees with the sentence: things are impermanent!

…

After resting for half an hour, Zhen Shan proposed to continue going to the cemetery. Although Wu Chen was a little worried that she was too tired, he still did not stop her. He only looked at her from time to time, which made Zhen Shan almost wonder whether he was really Feng Yi.

He ran away as soon as he blew it, which made the little monk nervous.

Fortunately, the cemetery is not far from Bodhi Temple, and the two of them arrived in a short time.

Zhen Shan looked around. There were probably hundreds of graves in this area. Could it be that this was once the cemetery of Shanyuan Town, and the townspeople chose this place to bury their relatives?

She thinks otherwise. The town of Shanyuan is surrounded by mountains, and people pay special attention to feng shui when choosing cemeteries. Since land resources are tight in modern times, there is absolutely no need to build hundreds of tombs in a small area.

Oh, to say it was built is to put it mildly. The tombs here are just like digging a hole at random, burying a coffin, and then erecting a random stone monument, all of which are without words!

Zhen Shanfeng narrowed her eyes slightly, so, whose are these hundreds of graves?

Her eyes suddenly fell on several graves on the left front. Zhen Shan walked over, bent down, and stretched out his hand to twist the soil on the graves.

There was no grass growing on the grave, and there were signs of turning in the soil. It seemed that it had been buried just a few days ago.

Zhen Shan counted and found that there were eight new graves in total.

She walked around the graves again. Except for the blank tombstones and a few new graves, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Even the ghostly spirit was very weak. Moreover, the nerdy young people heard the sound of scratching the coffin, but now there is no sound.

Zhen Shan stopped and rested his chin, his eyes thoughtful. While she was observing and thinking, Wu Chen didn't bother her and just stood aside waiting for her.

"Alas." She sighed suddenly.

"Donor?" Wuchen looked at her in confusion.

Zhen Shan was a little distressed, "There are hundreds of tombs here, but apart from being quiet, there is no eerie atmosphere. Master, tell me, are the ghosts here scared by you? I'm worried that if I make any noise, you will get me."

Received."

Wuchen was slightly startled and answered honestly: "A poor monk does not accept ghosts."

He paused and then said: "I won't go beyond it."

Zhen Shan was stunned for a moment. It should be a part of spiritual practice for a monk to save the souls of the dead, but he said that he would not do it anymore...

Wuchen looked at her, his thin lips slightly hooked, but it was no longer clear, ethereal, and compassionate, but cold and sarcastic, so cold that it took her breath away.

“If a poor monk can’t even save himself, how can he save the world?”

Zhen Shan's pupils narrowed, "You..."

"Amitabha," Wuchen lowered his eyes, "did you scare the donor?"

Zhen Shan sighed, "Master, there is nothing strange here. Let's go back to Bodhi Temple."

Wuchen nodded lightly, "Okay."

On the way back, the two of them remained silent, and Zhen Shan stopped thinking, lest he crash into a tree again, which would not be a matter of shame, but a question of whether his brain was okay.

In the middle of the morning, the wind was biting and cold. Wu Chen suddenly stopped and Zhen Shan asked in confusion: "Master?"

Wuchen looked at her, took out a monk's robe, hesitated a little, and said: "The frost and dew are heavy during the Yin period, and the donor is thin. Please put on your outer robe to be careful of the wind and cold."

Zhen Shan wanted to say that she was not cold, but her body was always faster than her brain. She took the robe and said, "Thank you, Master."

Ah! Conditioned reflexes are so annoying!

Wuchen's eyes were as light as the moonlight and soft, and he said softly: "Donor, there is no need to be so polite."

Zhen Shan also felt that the gentleness of the young monk was really tempting people to sin, and her sinful heart could hardly be stabilized.

The empress suddenly stupidly covered the young monk's robe to her face!

Wuchen: "..."

Zhen Shan: "..."

No, her brain is really crazy?

The demon concubine had a dull expression on her face, pulling off her outer robe, poking at Que'er crazily in her mind, "Can you rewind the tape and start it over again? Can you? Otherwise, you can just cut off the previous part!"

Queer pointed his fingers in embarrassment, "Mother, we are not recording a variety show!"

Zhen Shan: "..."

"I seriously doubt that old man did something to me!"

Otherwise, she can't be so stupid, it's absolutely impossible!

It must be that the dead old man sealed her memory before, which must have caused something wrong with her brain.

Sure enough, she should have killed that damn old man before!

DaDao: "..."

He is a man sitting on the clouds, and the pot comes from the earth!

Girl, can you please be reasonable!

The demon concubine doesn't want to be reasonable now, she just wants to kill her father, and she even wants to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Wuchen saw her staring expressionlessly, her eyes full of annoyance and shame, her cherry blossom-colored lips pursed, and she looked pitiful, as if she was a little girl who had been bullied.

He smiled softly without realizing it, "Donor, don't you know how to dress?"
Chapter completed!