"Where are we going?" Xiaohong drove the car. It was obvious that Haoning didn't want to drink, but wanted to relax, so Xiaohong planned to take him to a farther place.

Haoning looked at the scenery ahead and was dazed. Xiaohong asked Haoning several times before she came to her senses and sighed, "Can you take me to Chang'an?"

"Where did you go?" Xiaohong thought she had heard it wrong, "Which district in S City?"

"It's not in S City, it's in Chang'an, the ancient capital of Qin Province," Hao Ning explained, "It takes several thousand kilometers to get out of fire."

"What are you going there to do?" Xiaohong was a little surprised. Chang'an was the ancient capital of the Thirteenth Dynasty and was indeed a good place for tourism, but Haoning is now in a melancholy mood, and even if he relaxes, he is not so dissipated.

Haoning lowered his head and didn't look at Xiaohong: "That's my hometown, where my brother's grave is there."

Xiaohong understood, leaned on the side of the road, turned her head to look at Haoning, but found that Haoning was already in tears.

"Brother..." Xiaohong felt a little confused in her heart, "According to what you said, your younger brother died when you were born. Logically, you should not have a deep relationship..."

Haoning knew what Xiaohong wanted to ask, what he said made sense. He had never lived in this world with his own brother for a day. He has not been sad for the past 25 years. He heard Yan say that he had a younger brother who had not been born, and he has not been sad now.

"I don't know why," Hao Ning wiped his tears. "Maybe it's because of my reason that my brother cannot be born, maybe it's because I saw my brother's soul in the underworld, maybe it's because I occupied his body that originally belonged to him for 25 years but had never done anything for him, and I couldn't even know him. I couldn't explain it, but from the moment I knew the truth in the underworld, I was in chaos."

Speaking of this, Hao Ning looked at Xiaohong and asked seriously: "I used to think that the reason why I used the ability to use magical powers was because of my brother's accidental death, but now it seems that the reason why my brother's accidental death was because of my ability to use magical powers? Tell me, who is the cause and who is the result of my ability, and who is the result of his death?"

"Oh, I can't explain it clearly," Xiaohong sighed, "I can't understand the Bodhisattva's great way of time and space, but now I understand what the Bodhisattva says - mortals fear the fruit, Bodhisattvas fear the cause..."

"Yes, I didn't understand before, but now I understand," Hao Ning wiped his tears again, struggled to squeeze out an ugly smile and smiled at Xiaohong, "Once the result appears, it will be too late to investigate the cause."

"Stop laughing," Xiaohong felt a little uncomfortable, "Let's go."

A red light flashed, and Xiaohong and Haoning came to a weed grave. Although it was daytime, the smog in the sky was heavy and the sun could not be seen.

It can be seen that the habit of burial remains here, and there is a stone tablet on each tomb.

"Which is your brother's grave?" Xiaohong quickly turned around and found that the words were written were either husband and wife, parents, etc., such as "Stern father, who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who is who of the kindness of his brother," but he did not find any stone tablets of Haoning's younger brother.

"Here." Hao Ning pointed to the small earth bun next to a large grave. He piled up a few broken bricks and stones in front of him, without any words. If he didn't pay attention, he would think it was the scraps left by digging other graves.

"This? You said this is a grave?" Xiaohong said strangely, "Why didn't you erect a stone tablet like other graves? Was it because there was not enough money at that time? Why would I help your brother rebuild the grave-"

"No need," Hao Ning didn't pay attention to anything. He sat directly on the ground, nor did he care whether the loess thatch on the ground was dirty or not. "Our custom here is that only adults are qualified to erect monuments, and children can only have a small earthblock. Besides, my brother may not even die prematurely. He died before he was born. If it weren't for my mother's strong request, no one would seriously let him bury him."

Haoning also understands Xiaohong. Nowadays, people don’t pay much attention to it. The newborn baby is already sad enough. Generally, they always comfort pregnant women quickly, for fear that pregnant women will not think about something wrong. Who would care about babies who have no human kindness with them?

"When I was a child, every time it was Qingming Festival, my mother would always bring me to visit my ancestors' graves in advance-" Hao Ning pointed to the graves on the right, "At that time, my mother would always tell me that this was the grave of a cousin who was very close to you."

Hao Ning smiled self-deprecatingly, "I didn't feel it at the time. I asked my mother why she was very close to her cousin and why I didn't know."

"My mother just sighed and sometimes wiped her tears," Hao Ning continued, "Just say you know, it's my grandma who doesn't let her say it, and my grandma doesn't allow anyone in the family to mention this."

"The old man may know more about this kind of thing." Xiaohong sighed, "She is afraid that it will affect you."

"I used to just take a look at it, and I didn't feel anything," Hao Ning looked at the grave, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt uncomfortable. "But Xiaohong, I know now, this ** is not my soul! It was borrowed by me, borrowed by me! Whose one was borrowed? I borrowed my brother! I took away my brother's life! And I have also prevented him from reincarnation for so many years!"

As he said that, Hao Ning turned his head to look at Xiaohong, his eyes were red, and his tears could not stop crying again, "You said, am I a sinner? I don't have the face to live in this world. What qualifications do I have to give guidance to the country all day long? I shamelessly borrowed magical powers. I even borrowed this life! You said, should people like me go to hell?"

"Hao Ning Haoning--" Xiaohong looked at Haoning, knowing that he was in a state of confusion, so she quickly grabbed Haoning's shoulder and said, "No, you're thinking too much-"

Xiaohong was also a little panicked when talking about this. He was good at fighting and settled accounts, but he was the worst at persuading people. In the past, Guan Zizhe persuaded mortals to be sad and happy, and to overcome the sufferings of the world. At most, he followed behind to make props like decorative backgrounds. No wonder he was so sleepy that he heard those words countless times, and then he was sleepy. He wanted to use them at this time, but how could he remember the complete sentence?

"That, people cannot be resurrected by death - no, this sentence is not appropriate," Xiaohong tried to recall how the Bodhisattva persuaded people back then, "Why try this? Just drink and peck, your brother will suffer all the hardships in this life, and that will naturally enjoy wealth and honor after he is reincarnated!"

After Xiaohong said this, Haoning cried even harder: "My brother can't even reincarnate!" He couldn't get angry all of a sudden, rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

"Oh no!" Xiaohong was a little disappointed. He didn't expect that the Bodhisattva's most often advised people was not applicable here, so he quickly pinched Hao Ning's people. Hao Ning was obviously hurting his heart. Once he didn't stop it, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Xiaohong scratched her head and suddenly thought of a good thing. She quickly took out a book from her arms. The book was of a simple texture and was still a thread-bound booklet. It was not very thick, but it was obviously very precious when Xiaohong held the book.

Xiaohong picked up the booklet and opened the first page. There was only one line of words: "Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita"

"Brother Haoning, listen," Xiaohong quickly flipped down, saying as he flipped, "This is a sutra written by the Bodhisattva himself. His magic power is boundless. There is only one in the world. It is best to calm the mind and calm the mind: when Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practices the deep Prajna Paramita..."

"Ah!" Xiaohong had just read a few words, and suddenly a loud roar came out, "Who is chanting such a treasure in broad daylight!"

As he said that, he rushed out alone. Xiaohong saw that it was a strange young man. He said that this person was strange. He was not a strange appearance, but in the grave. He was holding a few mutton skewers in his hand, a roujiamo in his right hand, and a plastic bag on his wrist, with a few big words written on it: "Lao Sun's family rolling noodles." I don't know whether he was holding these things to worship the grave or stolen the food he worshiped at his home.

"Who are you!" Xiaohong saw that he could jump out of the air at this time, and he must not be a mortal, but judging from this person's behavior, he didn't look like a god, "What the hell are you?"

After listening to a few verses, Hao Ning calmed down a little. When he turned around, he looked surprised and looked from sad to joy. Finally, he laughed, "Yan! Are you Yan, right?"

"How do you know what my name is?" The man was a little surprised, "Who are you?"

"You are the Yan who is responsible for the position of impermanence, right?" Hao Ning was a little excited. The one who could get to the ground would not be the calf and pony. In this case, it would be the Yan. He was even more excited when he thought of this, and grabbed Yan's shoulder and shook it hard, "Right, right?"

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey, yes, yes!" Yan was a little scared by Haoning. When Haoning just grabbed him, he used his background to avoid it. Unexpectedly, Haoning's grab seemed unintentional, but he covered himself from all directions. No matter where he hid, he would be caught. If he wanted to escape, the young man in the scriptures in front of him seemed to be extremely yang energy, and he could not escape at all. He was grabbed by Haoning and shook his shoulder violently for a few times. His whole body was almost disintegrated. He could only smile bitterly, "I am Yan, Wuchang, which Yan? Oh, don't shake it, my mutton skewers are about to fall off!"

As he spoke, he watched a piece of meat fall to the ground, feeling distressed, but seeing that Hao Ning and Xiao Hong are both capable and should not be able to deal with it, but he still didn't want to give in: "What's wrong with your ability? You compensate me for my mutton skewers!"

"Pay, compensation, compensation, compensation, compensation," Hao Ning was so happy. Then he thought, "Pay? I'm gonna be! Why didn't you come to me for so long?"

"Look for you?" Yan Zheng ate the leftover mutton skewers. He heard Hao Ning say this and looked at Hao Ning, "Who are you, why do you ask me to find you? - That, is it because you have mutton skewers?"

"I still have mutton soaking buns!" Hao Ning knocked Yan angrily, "I am Hao Ning! After you went back from the mirror last time."

"Hao Ning?" Yan was so shocked that he swallowed the mutton skewers in his mouth. "Are you the Haoning who went to the underworld before?"

"Well..." Hao Ning grabbed Yan again with some excitement, "You remember, you remember!"

"I'm wrong, I'm not that Yan!" Yan stretched out his fingers. The rouxedo skewers and rolled dough in his hand were gone. He wiped his mouth and smiled and wanted to come over to shake hands. Hao Ning took a step back and expressed disgust. Yan Fei smiled and wiped it on himself, "I'm not that Yan."

"Yeah?" Hao Ning looked at Yan and said strangely, "Aren't you the Yan who is impermanent?"

"I am the Yan Wuchang, but not the Yan Wuchang you know - what am I talking about," Yan felt that he was almost confused after he said that, so he thought for a while and explained, "Since you came to the underworld a long time ago, not only did you, a living person, spread, but everyone also learned from his mistakes and thought about why such an accident occurred. In the end, the Yan you knew believed that the only one of the Yan in Huaxia was responsible for the soul-catching at that time, was not enough, so he divided the land of Huaxia into several areas. He was generally responsible for the entire Great China business, and the specific business was led by Yan in each district. I am the general head of the soul in the Great Northwest region, and then I have the person in charge of every small area below. As long as Yan below hooks a soul, the Yan above us will be commissioned according to proportion-"

"Okay, OK, I understand," Hao Ning remembered. When he first met, Yan did say that he was the head of the soul reincarnation in Greater China. It seems that by chance, the Yan he met was still the head of this, but where did Yan learn this soul-catching system? How could he look like a pyramid scheme organization?

Hao Ning didn't have time to think about these details and asked directly: "What about others?"

"He," Yan frowned, "I don't know very well. He seemed to have suffered some injuries after coming back last time. He seemed to be checking something after recuperation, but we don't know so much."

"Oh..." Hao Ning looked at Yan with some disappointment. It seemed that Yan was not very careful when he returned from his house. No wonder Yan did not appear during this period. "You are so similar. When I went there last time, the little horse was still a calves and said that Yan knew about the underworld, and everyone else knew about it. Why do they know so little about each other now?"

"People will change, and Yan will change too. Although we look the same, we have different personalities." Yan looked at Hao Ning's not very interested and continued, "Since the unexpected clone technique, we have tried to get together again, but later we found that the longer we were, even though we still had the same face, we already had our own path. Each of us Yan is independent and there is no way to go back to the past. Later we also accepted that we only have different identities with the same face. No one needs to be too responsible for anyone, and no one needs to worry too much. We can't forcefully bind cause and effect just because of the same face, right?"

"But you..." Hao Ning was still a little confused, "Didn't you transform from a Yan casting spell?" At this point, Hao Ning added, "Although it's a clone technique with some problems, you always go by the same place?"

"So what? In this world, do you always mind the problems that have already occurred in the past? Is it meaningful?" Yan Xiao said, "Children are still born by parents. Do children have to be exactly the same as parents? Not to mention parents and children, even brothers and sisters, or even twin brothers, should anyone live for whom?"
Chapter completed!