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Liu Ruolan knelt in front of the Buddha for an unknown length of time.

The futon beneath her knees was dented by her kneeling.

After Gu Chen and Zhao Hongling left.

Liu Ruolan spoke again:

"Master. Disciple, disciple still can't let go."

Her voice trembled: "Disciple knows that it is hard to let go, but it is also painful to let go. Disciple knows that it is wrong to be persistent, but it is also wrong not to be persistent. Disciple knows everything, but I can't do it. Disciple, I don't know what to do."

Master Fahui stopped holding his rosary and clasped his hands together:

"Donor Liu, you ask how to let go, but the poor monk really can't answer you. Because of the causes and conditions, you are always entangled. If you are attached to this, you will definitely suffer. The donor needs to find his own answer."

When Fa Hui saw her, he was still confused and said:

"It's not that the Buddha's teachings don't cross it, but that this rope is wrapped around by the donor's own hands. Others can't untie it, but only you can untie it by slowly loosening it one by one, slowly loosening it."

As soon as the master's eyes fell, there was no wave in the ancient well.

In this Zhuanling Temple, he saw how many idiots and resentful women in the world of mortals, and he understood many things in the world at a glance.

How can words be able to unravel the fruits of the willow benefactor's seeds?

In the final analysis, what he said is more than enough.

Even if you speak again, it will enter her ears and her heart.

But with Don Liu’s temperament, how could she really see through, think through, and sort it out?

He thought for a while, this Donor Liu might be...

Liu Ruolan said to herself: "I found... persistence... bitterness..."

She knelt on the spot, chewing the master's words over and over again, and thinking about her path in this life, her path in her previous life, and how she got to where she is today step by step.

She thought for a while, then slowly stood up.

His knees were already numb, and his body swayed, almost falling, and he had to hold on to a beam to stabilize himself.

Liu Ruolan walked out of Zhuanling Temple and passed the mountain gate. She saw Gu Chen's carriage disappearing into the smoke and watched it go away.

She walked down the mountain path.

Walking slowly.

One step, one count, and ask yourself about your destiny in two lives.

What I can count is the tragedy of making mistakes every step of the two lives.

When we reached the middle of the mountain, the sky was thinning and twilight was closing in.

She turned her head and looked at Zhuanling Temple for the last time.

The eaves of the temple were sunk in the gloom, and its outline was blurred. This temple that had changed her destiny was the end of her two wrong lives.

Master Fahui once said: "Every time you ask for something, you get a response, never twice."

Her time was exhausted.

Used in the wrong place.

Wrong person to ask for help.

Asking for the wrong intention.

She turned around, folded her lapels, and hurried down the mountain.

The mountain wind rolled up from the bottom of the valley and stirred up the clothes. It felt like a bone-deep cold, seeping into the bones and chilling the soul.

What else is there to say, to say?

A lifetime of obsession and resentment.

The past has turned around in thousands of ways, all of which are speechless.

In her heart, she secretly made a decision that would free her.

Let's end it.

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That night, Liu Ruolan returned home and immediately found Yang Kaiji.

The candlelight flickered, casting the shadows of the two people on the wall, flickering brightly and dimly.

Yang Kaiji sat opposite.

After tossing and turning last night, Yang Kaiji had thousands of words brewing in his heart. It was really hard to explain clearly what he had been entangled with her for half his life.

However, Liu Ruolan's first words were thunderous.

"I'm jealous. I don't care about my aunt. You can divorce me."

According to Daqian law, divorcing a wife must follow one of the "seven exits".

And the jealous and inconsiderate aunt——

Liu Ruolan had already occupied all of them back then.

No one knows what they said that night.

The room was as silent as dead water, with no quarrels or fights, except for Liu Ruolan's choked sobs.

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