Because he doesn't have much interest, curiosity may be there, but it's not heavy.

The reason why I thanked him just now was that if he hadn't asserted back then, he wouldn't have met Chen Mengtian.

Thinking of Chen Mengtian, Jiang Zebei couldn't help but think of the dream she said.

Master Yichen, who was sitting opposite, saw that Jiang Zebei was silent, the smile on his face remained unchanged, lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to pinch the chess pieces next to him, and paid attention to the chessboard on the stone table.

This is an unfinished chess game.

Master Yichen fiddled with the chessboard, Jiang Zebei looked not far away, and neither of them spoke.

Xuanwu and the others, who were not far away, had already used a short time to fill their stomachs and were ready to continue their journey.

Seeing that Master Yichen had never spoken, although Jiang Zebei's patience was still there, he wanted to continue to speed up his journey, strive to return to the capital tomorrow, and bring Chen Qishan out openly.

Chen Qishan has suffered too much, and he doesn't want to see him suffer any more grievances.

Jiang Zebei stood up and prepared to say goodbye to Master Yichen.

The latter looked at him with a smile on his face, and spoke before him: "Donor, isn't there anything to ask the poor monk?" ”

His gaze was on the carriage that Xuanwu was guarding again, as if he saw the people inside through the carriage.

Jiang Zebei This time, there was no obvious change in mood.

He followed Master Yichen's line of sight.

Is that what the other party is for?

He did think of Chen Mengtian before, as well as her dreams, and the current situation.

Master Yichen's words were alluding to the people in the carriage, and his eyes were also focused on Chen Mengtian.

Jiang Zebei took two steps forward, leaned against the pillar of the gazebo, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

He would not suspect that Master Yichen was not good for him, and when his father and mother were alive, they still had some friendship with him.

When the Jiang family was wiped out, Master Yichen traveled all over the world, and he was no longer the abbot of Huguo Temple.

He has gone silently, and for more than a decade, there has been little news of him.

After thinking about it, Jiang Zebei said bluntly: "Master, can people have reincarnation, but can they have past lives and present lives? ”

"The Buddha has clouds, and people have three lives, the previous life, this life, and the next life."

Jiang Zebei didn't look back when he heard this, "If there is really a previous life, all the changes that have happened in the previous life, everything has changed in this life, will there be variables in the ending?"

If there is a next life, can the loved ones in this life meet again in the next life? ”

"All kinds of past dust are fleeting, why bother to force it, just looking at the present is the right way."

Master Yichen's words are a bit perfunctory.

Jiang Zebei didn't speak for a long time.

He looked at the carriage not far away, and there were people in it that he couldn't let go of, and who occupied his body and mind.

That's the person he can't give up even if he gives everything, Chen Mengtian is a love he can't escape.

In this life, his body and mind can no longer tolerate a second person.

Chen Mengtian is his flesh and blood, it hurts to touch it, and no one can contaminate it except him.

No matter what dream it is, or what it is in the past and present life, Jiang Zebei only knows that Chen Mengtian is his.

As long as he is in one day, he will always protect her, and as for the death in the dream, as long as he thinks about it, his heart is torn and hurts.

Although it didn't happen, when Chen Mengtian said it, he seemed to see that scene, and imagined the scene of her jumping off the city wall, like a butterfly with broken wings fluttering to the ground, beautiful but cruel.

Bright red blood stained her dress.

The picture in his mind was clear, making him unable to breathe and making him feel painful.