Chapter 937 Reincarnation into void

The sadness of the wind and tree!

Ziyù Raising but not waiting. When the wanderer returns, he doesn't see his father and mother, and life and death are separated. Where are the words desolate:

Ye Fan burst into tears, and all his efforts were empty. He came back desperately and crossed the stremless star field, which could not save the river of time. After all, it was too late.

He is gently trembling and reciting the scriptures. What kind of harmony and pain is this? He reads Taoist scriptures for his parents with tears, hoping that they will live again.

Ye Fan bit his mouth and the blood flowed down. He called lightly over and over again. Yuyu was stained with blood. The whole room was full of runes, branded with void.

For more than 20 years, his goal in life has been to come back, meet his parents, reunite with them, and let the smile reappear on their old and sad faces. For this reason, he was born and died just to return. However, his parents were gone... In one day, his life had no goal, and the whole world collapsed.

"Master, Mom..." Ye Fan muttered, his tears kept slipping, trembling, and recited the Sutra. He never thought that he would see his parents off like this.

This is the most well-known pain in the world.

He has a lot to say. He has been missing for more than 20 years, but no one is there. What else can he do? Only choked and tears kept rolling down.

Ye Fan's inner pain, all his efforts have turned into nothingness in the face of the years, and nothing can be changed.

Life is pale and the years are ruthless. He is so sad and helpless that he reaches into the void and can't catch anything!

He felt that he was so ridiculous that he thought that one day as long as he was invincible, he could smash everything and change everything. But now, God directly gave him a head, making him powerless, kneeling on the ground and not wanting to get up

"Dad, Mom, I'm back. Let's see you come." Ye Fan knelt there and sneezed sadly over and over again.

"I really miss you, but I walked too far, so far that I worked hard and struggled to come back... It's too late. Why is this... I'd rather die!" Ye Fan roared.

It's too late to say anything now. He grabbed his hair and felt the breath left by the two old men. Why couldn't he even see him in front of him? He was unwilling to regret it.

In the end, Ye Fan could only cry silently, sitting on the ground and leaning against the edge. He suddenly felt that life had lost all meaning.

What kind of practice, what kind of beheading, what kind of holy body, what kind of invincible, everything is empty, and even parents can't keep it. What's the use!

He felt that he was ridiculous. All his efforts were in vain. He put aside everything, and it was still too late in the end. He was so sad that he couldn't do anything.

He cried and laughed, coughed, and a wisp of blood appeared at the corners of his mouth. He suddenly felt that he was nothing, sad and ridiculous.

"I can't change anything. I'm useless if I don't even see my parents in front of me at the end!"

Ye Fan cried for a while, laughed for a while, and was disillusioned. He did not have a trace of nostalgia for the world. He felt that life was boring and bitter was more than happy.

He cried, laughed and fell to the ground weakly. There was no sound, only tears flowed silently, and he didn't want to move. He couldn't sleep for a long time.

The old appearance of his parents appeared in front of him from time to time. Ye Fan was muddle-headed and slowly lost consciousness. He was exhausted, physically and mentally exhausted, and fainted.

, "Shangfan...you're back." The gentle call rang in my ear.

"Don't be sad, don't cry. We don't blame you, we just miss you very much. We are happier than anything else to see you safe." Gentle whispers, full of doting:

"Your mother and I always believe that you are still alive and will come back one day to meet us. We waited for a long time, but we were really tired and couldn't hold on. Now, it's good to know that you are safe. I'm relieved." The words are old, relieved and gratified, but it makes people sad:

Like a dream, Ye Fan was dizzy, and the corners of his eyes kept crying. He seemed to see two masses of light and tried to grab their hands, but he couldn't do it.

"We're gone, you have to live well, and you have to take good care of yourself..." The words weakened, the two masses of light slowly dissipated, and the aging face was in the bleak, and then turned into light rain and completely disappeared.

Ye Fan shouted, struggled desperately, tried to catch up, and left them, but he couldn't catch anything:

"Bun"

He suddenly woke up, and there was nothing in front of him. He lost the warmth of his talent, lost the breath of his parents, and was empty.

"You're awake."

Xu Qiong sat next to him, handed over a glass of water and said, "I'm sorry, people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is sunny and full."

"What did you see after rowing? Did you hear that?" Ye Fan grabbed her hand and shook it hard. The water in the glass fell to the ground.

Xu Qiong frowned. Ye Fan's strength was so great. Even if she was carefully controlling it, she still felt the pain and whispered, "You miss them so much. You are too tired. Don't think too much. Have a good rest."

"You really haven't seen or heard?" Ye Fan stood up and released his divine consciousness, trying to find the familiar and touching and close atmosphere.

Everything about scratching is too real, like a personal experience, right in front of him, he is a little not sure whether it is a dream or real.

Open the curtains, the night is very deep, and a meteor shower is fading away and disappearing into the sky.

Ye Fan suddenly shook. It was like the light rain that dissipated in the dream. His body couldn't help trembling, and tears flowed, staring at the dark night sky.

"It's strange that there is no notice that there is a meteor shower." In the other window, Xu Ye held his chin, blinked curiously, and looked at the sky.

Ye Fan pushed open the window, vacated the air, quickly chased down, turned into a golden light and sank into the distant sky:

In the room, Xu Qiong opened her mouth in surprise, and the teacup in her hand suddenly fell to the ground, making a crisp crack sound, and the water flowed all over the ground

She could hardly believe all this. Although she had been psychologically prepared for a long time, she still could not accept the fact. Ye Fan cut through the sky like a golden-winged Peng. Is this still a human?

Suddenly, she saw Ye Fan's return. In her cognition, she thought it was related to extraterrestrial civilization, and the first thing she thought of was nie. Kidnapping and so on, but at this time she was petrified. Is that... God and Demon Civilization?

In another room, Xu Ye screamed, shouted at his mother, and shouted at the meteor and crashed into the house.

Shao nv was not afraid of heaven and earth. He quickly ran into this room and said, "Mom, did you see it? A meteor seems to have crossed near our house. It's amazing!"

Xu Qiong protected her hands in front of iōng and stopped trembling. In front of nv, she didn't want to lose her efforts to calm herself down. What happened was too shocking.

Xu Ye was sixteen or seventeen years old, lively and active. He ran to Jichang, looked out of the window, and kept looking to find out where the meteor fell.

"Mom, why is your face a little white? Is Wan Cai frightened? Don't be afraid. With your baby nv here, what demons and monsters come, you have to be beaten away by me, hum hum." She vividly drew the starting style of Taijiquan.

However, when he saw that his mother's face was still not very natural, he quickly put away the naughty and said, "Mom, what's wrong with you? I'll pour you a glass of water. Well, where's that little uncle? Why is he gone? Where did he go?

Xu Qiong Mi recovered his mood and finally calmed down and said, "He has left in advance."

At the end of the sky, Ye Fan was stunned in the night sky. He could not catch up with anything, and the meteor shower had already disappeared.

"Why, is it you? Where have you been?"

He feels that there may really be an inexplicable power in the world. Is it that his parents are saying goodbye to him?

However, he shook his head again. He is a monk, especially powerful to this situation. He knows the essence of the yuan god.

passing away is passing away. It can't be reproduced and can't be regenerated. This is the irreversible essence of heaven and earth. Everyone is dead, and even the ancient emperor can't be an exception.

"Maybe it's my own subconscious who is healing my heart." Ye Fan sighed and grabbed the night sky with his hand, but he couldn't find anything.

He doesn't believe in fate or reincarnation. There is no reincarnation in the world, but the experience of scratching talent is also true and fantasy, which makes him puzzled.

I thought of the words of the old monk who became a Taoist when he went to the west desert. In the afterlife, if you believe it, you will have it. If you don't believe it, you won't have it. As time, there will be two identical uā in the world. Looking back for thousands of years, one wither,

Whether it is the same one or not, let future generations want to talk about it, not even the ancient Buddha can say it clearly.

"Is my own subconscious lying to me, or are they really saying goodbye to me?" Tears fell silently in Ye Fan's eyes.

He would rather believe that it was the latter and return across the star domain. After all, it was a step late. Even when he couldn't see his parents, was it that they were filling his regrets?

Ye Fan muttered, no one could hear what he was saying. He kept whispering, standing alone in the night sky, wanting to stop forever.

He didn't want to think about it rationally, because if it had been studied in depth, the ancient sages had already discussed it, and the notes had been recorded. If he had talked about reincarnation, it would not exist.

Ye Fan walked alone under the starry sky. Without thinking or thinking, his heart fell empty at dawn. He landed on the ground. After the sun rose high, he came to the Xishan villa area, and Xu Qiong welcomed him in.

"Wow, little uncle, why did you suddenly disappear yesterday? I remember I didn't see you go out." Xu Ye was sleepy and liked to hold a big cloth wombat and just got up.

"Good boy, you go to wash your face and brush your teeth for breakfast first." Xu Qiong pushed her.

Although Xu Ye is only sixteen or seventeen years old, like her mother, she is slender and almost the same height. She nodded obediently and said, "Oh, okay, work"

This is the biggest blow in Ye Fan's life. He really wants to leave here and avoid this world. Everything he sees makes him sad and painful.

However, he can't leave here. He wants to know his parents' last time and everything in the past.

"You eat something first, and I'll talk to you slowly later." Xu Qiong put her long hair close and comforted her softly.

"I can't eat it. You go and eat. I'll wait for you, and then you take me to their cemetery to have a look: "Ye Fan feels heavy, and his horns don't want to move on the sofa. His eyes are astringent, but the tears have withered.

Xu Qiong sighed that she had no appetite. She took Ye Fan out and drove far away. More than an hour later, she arrived at the cemetery.

The mausoleum is very large, full of evergreen grass plants in all seasons, built on low mountains, and some pines and cypresses, which set off the solemnity and solemnity here.

"It's here..." Suddenly, Xu Qiong lù came out because there was a bunch of white uā in front of the tombstone, asking for it with the wind, and the uā petal charcoal fell, and there was a faint fragrance.

"Is there anyone else who will come here to visit the tomb?" Ye Fan asked.

"I don't think anyone else should know. It's a little strange." Xu Qiong was shocked. F