After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 442 When Will You Admit That You Recovered Your Memory?

Along the way, no one spoke again.

However, Li Cang's eyes kept falling on the hand that was held by her, and it was difficult to move away for a long time.

Yin Jiuqing didn't stop until he reached the door of Lelizhai.

Li Cang raised his head in doubt. When he saw this familiar house, he couldn't help but be taken aback. So, has it arrived?

"Poor monk, we're here." He spat out four words with some reluctance.

After taking a deep look at her, he walked in.

"Monk." Yin Jiuqing's voice suddenly sounded behind her, and she said, "When will you accept that you have recovered your memory?"

Hearing this, he stopped abruptly, his clear eyes filled with unspeakable bitterness.

She said she didn't know him.

At that time, he didn't know why his heart ached when he saw her, let alone who was that figure in the dream?

He didn't remember until that day when he saw her bleeding and dying.

But, she said, she didn't know him.

These days, he fled back to the temple where his master lived, and found peace in the bells and scriptures.

Those scriptures are like a cool medicine, applied to the burning wound, it immediately relieves the pain.

However, those wounds that have never healed will still ache in the emptiness, and the pain penetrates into the bone marrow.

He burned a stick of incense, and the Buddha looked at him with compassionate eyes and told him that cause and effect are fixed and cannot be forced.

He even went to the theater to watch a play. Those actors who were dressed up in colorful costumes were still experiencing joys and sorrows in other people's stories.

After the show ended, he was still alone, licking his wounds alone in the silent night with his body covered in pain.

He asked the Buddha, why are all living beings happy, but he fell into the abyss?
The Buddha just held the flowers and smiled, without telling the reason.

Li Cang stood there stiffly, not even daring to turn around to look at her.

He thought that as long as he kept pretending that he hadn't recovered his memory and pretended to be the Li Cang she didn't know, she would talk to him and smile at him.

It's just that he didn't expect that she would see him through so quickly.

Tear off this mask of amnesia, what else can he use to maintain this burning lovesickness.

When he turned around, the bitterness and panic on his face disappeared, and he smiled slightly, "What does the benefactor mean by that?"

From a short distance away, she looked at him with cold eyes, as proud as a winter-cold single plum.

Under her gaze, he actually felt a little at a loss.

He lowered his head in embarrassment.

He almost didn't know himself like this anymore.

In the past, he didn't understand why the master was so resistant to love in the world of mortals, until he met her, until, after going through many things, he still couldn't let her go.

It was only then that he gradually realized that his shoulders really couldn't carry this world of mortals.

Yin Jiuqing approached him step by step, and finally stopped at a distance from him, "For a while, you have been persuading people to let go of lust and delusions, but you suddenly came to your senses."

"I remember Zeng Jin telling you that once girls enter the gate of the Red Mansion, they will never be able to get out, because they can't afford to live, and they can't marry like Lord Yulang. Only the brothel is their destination for life. "

His head drooped even lower, and even his body trembled slightly.

She must think that he is extremely ugly like this.

"But why didn't you tell me that you recovered your memory?"

The last sentence she said was very soft, low, and light. To him, it was almost a whisper.

(End of this chapter)