Chapter 145

Lu Zhengkang looked down at the fourteen little souls.

They don't come to samsara at the same time.

Benyou and sun lichai are almost the last to arrive, but the previous twelve souls are so lonely floating on the surface of the upper edge, and they are reluctant to reincarnate. They feel that Lu Zhengkang is not willing to leave.

Poor few of them are out of their minds.

Lu Zhengkang gently blew the upper edge on them, so they all came alive, grew real bodies, floated around, and began to grow spontaneously.

With the essential body, the fourteenth class had high-level senses. They could observe the surroundings in detail and immediately noticed the heavy shackles on Lu Zhengkang's body.

Countless streamers wound around the surface of Lu Zhengkang's body, extending to the void at the end, like a windward gauze.

Sun Li Chai asked, "Lu Yuan, what's the matter with you?"

The rest of the people are well behaved, dare not say more, only the rebellious little girl is still high spirited.

"No problem. Going deep into reincarnation is to be treated like this, but I'm getting to know the law of reincarnation. I'll be reincarnated soon. Do you want to go first or wait for me? " Lu Zhengkang's tone of voice is flat and light, just like inviting friends to dinner.

"Together!" The crowd roared.

"Not bad."

……

Quan Suhuan, wrapped in a heavy mink fur, curled up in the chair under the court.

January 20.

The excitement is almost over. In the next few courtyards, there are also sporadic and lonely small banquets. It's the young people who are eating and drinking. They are very idle. They have nowhere to go. They only have good food and scenery to live leisurely.

That's the time.

Everyone is clamouring and enjoying the afterglow of new year's joy. Quan Suhuan is unable to participate. After all, an old woman in her 70s is really out of the social circle. Even on the edge of society.

Ten years ago, the head of the family was handed over smoothly to her eldest son.

The eldest son.

Quan Suhuan smiles.

The light snow in the yard is piled up, and the clouds in the sky are sparse. Last night, a strong wind blew these uninhibited floating clouds into thin strips and pieces. They are like living creatures in the atmosphere. The curly clouds on the edge seem to be hands and feet. They grow up by eating light, and the food of light will flow through their stomach and abdomen along their simple intestines Some clouds are all bright, some are half bright and half dark. Does this mean that the latter is fatter, and the light can't penetrate the fat back, so it's dark?

Quan Suhuan is crazy. When she is enjoying such leisure, the stove is warm, while the outside world is cold. She is very comfortable and calm.

She doesn't think about too many things now. The older she gets, the more she feels that many things are beyond her ability, such as thinking.

Most of the time, she can't even understand what appears in front of her, even if it is her son's and daughter's face, but she just can't understand their expression.

Fortunately, there is the pure land. There are many good friends in the pure land.

For many ordinary people, pure land is a social platform.

Of course, the rest of the role is also multifarious, the most important is communication. It's very convenient for people to pass on information in the pure land, with zero distance from all over the world. In this way, huge commercial channels have been developed, and even there is the so-called "pure land purchase". When the two sides negotiate a good price in the pure land, things will be delivered by others. Of course, education is also convenient. If students are far away, they will have classes in the pure land. And so on, just like an Internet.

In addition, there is also a profession called face changing people, who are responsible for communicating between good and evil ways and passing on some important and special information. These people broke the restrictions of pure land on temperament. It is said that the effect of changing disposition is achieved by hypnosis. It was rampant for a while, but it didn't disappear after being suppressed by the saints. Maybe it was allowed.

Quan Suhuan thought about what to talk with her old sisters in the evening, but he felt sleepy.

The housekeeper walked up to her and asked in a low voice if he wanted to help her back to the room.

"Old dog, go and make me a cup of tea." Quan Suhuan almost blurted out, but she glanced at the housekeeper's face, "Oh, it's not the old dog. It's the old dog. It's dead. Who are you?"

"Old lady, I'm the grandson of old dog." The housekeeper has no sense of being humiliated. A dog is a loyal animal. His grandfather is an old dog, so he calls himself a dog.

"What's your name?"

"Quan Gong." This is the surname given to the master, representing a kind of kinship.

"OK, you can make a pot of tea for me, just Guanyin before tomorrow."

At the beginning, Quan Suhuan offered a few cups of tea to Buddha, which was the most proud thing in her life. Often mentioned, the audience will show envy and respect. So she also likes to drink a few more cups of tea.

After a while, a cup of green tea was put in a white porcelain cup and brought to Quan Suhuan. The old woman took it over, lifted the lid and watched the tea go up and down.

She suddenly thought that the clouds in the sky are more like teaBut these absurd and fantastic ideas have not existed for a long time.

The last time I thought about it, well, I don't remember. Quan Suhuan feels that some naive childishness is returning to her decaying body, which makes her quite happy.

As she got older, many rules were ignored, so like a child, she stretched out her right hand and waved and swayed in the air, back and forth among the clouds, like a bird.

"Ring."

Quan Suhuan suddenly surprised, how strangers break in? Are the guards of such a powerful mansion idle?

Looking around, all the maids and servants were gone.

Quan Suhuan didn't know where to stand up.

Hoo! So easy? She hesitated to look at her aging body, this meat shell has been very dull, how can it be so energetic today?

"Huanhuan, my brother will take you to play." A man's voice came from the corridor.

Quan Suhuan's face is gloomy. The content of this reminds her of some uncomfortable past events.

That man, long dead, now who is pretending?

Quan Suhuan angrily goes to the direction where the voice comes from. She has no fear. Now she is more concerned about her honor and disgrace. How can outsiders comment on Quan's affairs, or even play tricks on Quan's family?

When the old woman rushed out of the gallery, she came to a clump of grass, which is on the outskirts of the capital. Quan Suhuan knew that she had been hallucinated, but she was stunned after all.

A girl followed her brother step by step. Her youngest eldest son, dressed in a brocade robe, rushed into the grass.

Autumn clouds are golden in the afternoon, like the reflection of the wheat field on the ground.

"Here, Huanhuan, play with it."

It's a little dummy.

Does the little girl know what is good or bad? She knows, but she still smiles, "thank you, brother."

Quan Suhuan blinked.

"Brother, what are the clouds in the sky?"

"Clouds are clouds."

"No, I ask you, like what?"

"Like insects, eating the sun, like rings, lazy."

Quan Suhuan whispers, like insects, like Huanhuan

"Brother, you're lying! "

" hahaha, there are times when little fools are smart. "

Laughing, the boy walked step by step to the woods in the countryside.

The woods were dark, and the sun did not shine through.

Quan Suhuan suddenly felt a kind of fear.

Don't go.

The old woman stared at the girl, hoping that she would stay.

But as soon as the girl turned around, she grew up and became a graceful woman and a noble family leader.

The two Quan prime rings look at each other.

The old woman can see Quan Hongming grow up, step into the deep forest and disappear in the dark.

The woman whispered, "brother, how can you change a person like you?"

The old woman sighed that she had forgotten all her hatred. Now her hatred for Quan Hongming is just a kind of inertia and she is used to hatred.

There was a shrill roar in the woods.

The birds are startled. They are a group of crows.

Suicidal birds.

Brother, I hope everything is well in your afterlife.

"Thank you."

Quan Suhuan suddenly turned back.

The cloud in the sky looks like a Bodhisattva, and her elder brother, standing on the lotus seat, waves to her gently.

"Goodbye."

……

More words.

After all.

Never again.