I hope she can be happy and contented all her life.

I hope I won’t meet him again.

After Qin Qi left, Long Qingwu slowly woke up, her eyes full of confusion, like a newborn baby.

She looked around curiously and scratched her head, feeling a little troubled and confused.

She sniffed it with her cute little nose, and there seemed to be a strange smell lingering in the air. It was very familiar, but she couldn't recall it.

Her beautiful eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle, she felt uncomfortable and her mind was in confusion.

But at this time, the sound of wooden fish came to her ears, making her calm down instantly.

Long Qingwu looked over curiously, and saw a monk, who looked like an ascetic, wearing shabby clothes, walking towards him while knocking on wooden fish.

But strangely, he didn't seem to care about what was under his feet. No matter it was a pond or a big rock, it couldn't make him change direction.

Along the way, every step can overcome all obstacles.

"Amitabha, female donor, you are destined to be my Buddha, would you like to follow me and convert to Buddhism?" The monk came to Long Qingwu and asked softly.

His eyes are reassuring, very clear and clean, as if they can wash away the filth and evil obstacles of time and lead people to bliss.

Long Qingwu didn't know how to answer, so he hurriedly bowed to the monk, and then said: "Master, I can't remember the past, can Buddha remind me of everything?"

"Forgetting is liberation. It can be sought but not obtained, so why bother clinging to the past?" The monk said with a slight smile.

"But, I think it's very important." Long Qingwu said.

The monk nodded and did not force it. He just said: "Maybe, do you want to give it a try?"

"Okay." Long Qingwu smiled and nodded.

When she smiled, it seemed as if this monk, who had no desires or desires, had a mortal heart beating.

Realizing this, the monk immediately clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha", and then he calmed down, but he couldn't help but smile bitterly. This cultivation road is far away, and he is not far enough.

"Does the female donor remember her name?" the monk asked.

"Who am I?" Long Qingwu tilted her head, but couldn't think of anything.

She wanted to recall a name, but the one that jumped the most was two characters. It was very blurry and she couldn't see the last name clearly, only "empty".

"I only remember Kong, but I don't know if it's my name." Long Qingwu said.

"Kong?" The monk nodded, then smiled and said: "Since the female donor wants to convert to Buddhism, how about asking the young monk to give you a Buddhist name?"

Long Qingwu tilted his head, but there was no change, and said: "Excuse me, Master."

"Then let's call you 'Nian Kong'."

One memory, one thought, one recollection.

It has been forgotten, it has been decided, it has become empty.

"Nian Kong?" Long Qingwu smiled slightly, this name is not annoying.

"Let's go." The monk smiled.

"Yes." Long Qingwu nodded and followed the monk away.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Western Desert."

"Buddha is coming back."
Chapter completed!