Human beings have eight kinds of suffering: birth is suffering, old age is suffering, illness is suffering, death is suffering, resentment is suffering, being separated from love is suffering, not being able to seek is suffering, and the five aggregates are burning.

There is a saying in the temple gate: Once you enter the world of mortals, it is like falling into hell, where everything will be miserable.

"So, you still want to leave?"

"yes."

"No regrets?"

"No regrets."

"Even if you fall into hell, fall into reincarnation forever, and walk on the animal path, you will never look back?"

"I am willing to do it for her."

Even if you know it, where you are at this moment is an illusion arranged by Yuchen.

However, facing the master of the temple, Du Yan was not disrespectful at all.

The old monk asked again and again, but the answer he got made him sigh.

"Idiot... Idiot!"

Du Yan didn't want to look back.

I won't look back either.

He had known that the world of mortals was a hell, and once he fell deeply into it, he would suffer the sufferings of reincarnation.

But it's a baby.

Hell, so what?

This time, no matter what, he would go with Yingqian!

The old monk shook his head, recited the Buddha's name, and said:

"The pink skin is, after all, just a skeleton and a handful of dust. She looks extraordinary right now, but what will she look like in ten, twenty, or fifty years? You gave up your practice for her, and you don't want to

Is it really worth it to take the high road and even give up on becoming a Buddha?"

Du Yan was silent for a long time.

The rosary beads slowly passed through the fingertips.

He said:

"Why isn't it worth it?"

The old monk was stunned.

His tone suddenly became dry and angry.

"Du Yan! I have cultivated you for many years and have spent all my efforts in hoping that you will inherit the sect, but you repay me like this? How can your conscience be tolerated?!"

The old monk stood up.

The old face gradually trembled and twisted.

He stretched out his arms like dead branches, let out a miserable wail, and rushed towards Du Yan.

Du Yan did not dodge or evade, only glanced at it and said calmly:

"An illusion has its own form but no soul, it's nothing more than that."

One word fell.

Everything in front of him was like a lens falling to the ground, breaking into countless pieces.

The old monk hasn't touched the corner of Du Yan's clothes yet.

He just stared and disappeared into the darkness.

The surroundings fell silent again.

Du Yan closed his eyes and was halfway through reciting the Buddha's name when he felt a soft hand touch his back.

"Little master."

The soft and charming voice of a woman slid into my ears.

The warm body wrapped around him like a snake.

There is a fragrant rose fragrance, with an arrogant momentum, occupying all the surrounding space.

Du Yan glanced sideways and said:

"Ying Qian."

"What Yingqian?"

The woman hummed softly, curled up her thin white fingers, pinched Duyan's jaw hard, and said dissatisfied:

"Didn't you call me A Qian? You don't admit it after you sleep with me. Are you a scumbag? I hate it."

No matter her tone or demeanor.

Even his unreasonable and unforgiving little temperament is just like Yingqian.

It's like, it's just like Ying Qian.

Du Yan was in a trance.

There is even an illusion that the illusion has been broken and the reality has returned.

Nothing else.

Just because the baby is shallow.

Where she is is Du Yan's return journey.

"Why are you ignoring me? Little master."

Ying Qian rested his chin on Du Yan's shoulder, and the hot breath from his mouth hit his ears, making his voice even softer.

Every word that came out of her mouth seemed to be filled with invisible temptation.

"Turn around and take a look at me."

Use the back of your palm to sweep across Tong Yan's cheek.

All the way down.

It fell to the tie of the robe.

She grabbed a corner and shook it twice boredly, and then said:

"Little master, why are you ignoring me? But... you don't care about me anymore?"

Du Yan sighed softly and said:

"care."

"Then why are you so cold?"

Ying Qian's voice became more and more aggrieved.

She took a bite of Du Yan's earlobe and looked at the teeth marks floating on the skin. There was a hint of reluctance in her eyes. She quickly kissed her again and said:

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Du Yan finally looked back at her, but his eyes were clear.

"You are not her."

Yingqian was stunned for a moment, but soon she got closer and said in a soft and charming voice:

"I could be her."

She opened her arms.

He circled around Du Yan like a butterfly.

He smiled and said:

"Look, there is no difference between us."

"Even if it's the same, it's not her."

Yingqian was stunned.

She tilted her head, looked at Du Yan steadily, and said:

"But the most important thing is that if you choose me, I will never...leave you."

Du Yan frowned.

Yingqian's eyes were shining brightly.

She half-knelt in front of Du Yan, like a cat, rubbing her cheek against him, using a coaxing tone, and whispered:

"You already know that, right? She doesn't love you at all. She doesn't love anyone. After she gets what she wants, she will definitely leave you and never look back!"

"But I'm different."
To be continued...