Wow!

In the hall, Yu Tingyin's right hand just touched the mirror. The next moment, the originally dull reincarnation mirror suddenly burst out with colorful light. A stream of rich reincarnation breath surged out from the mad reincarnation mirror, sweeping all over the world...

Bobo!

At this moment, a slight sound came. The next moment, the originally calm mirror suddenly ripples appeared on the mirror. Then, a long and clear picture gradually began to appear on the mirror...

On the mirror of reincarnation, the mirror shows the smoke and dust of the world. All the past clouds and mists in the past, whether it is love and hate entanglement, or life and death separation, all the worlds are like movies, manifesting one by one on the mirror, making people see everything in the past as if they were in the scene...

Brush!

On the mirror of reincarnation, the light shines brightly, and ancient pictures after paintings, flowing rapidly, changing, and appearing clearly on the mirror with the storm of reincarnation...

In the hall, in front of the mirror of reincarnation, Yu Tingyin frowned slightly, and looked at the pictures in front of her quietly. At this moment, a strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart. She suddenly felt that her mind seemed to have come to the past years, accompanied by those flowing scenes, constantly floating and ups and downs, witnessing the past unforgettable years...

Wow!

On the mirror of reincarnation, the breath of reincarnation surged, and the pictures that carried the world's various aspects changed rapidly, almost flashing and disappeared. In just a moment, nearly a hundred pictures were flowing...

Before the Reincarnation Mirror, Yu Tingyin was silent for a long time, and her beautiful eyes stared at the Reincarnation Mirror without blinking, as if she was afraid of missing something.

At this moment, Yu Tingyin's attention, body, mind and emotions were completely devoted to the scenes on the mirror of reincarnation, and was happy with the joy on the picture, and sad with the pain on the picture, and almost couldn't extricate himself...

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Time passed quickly, and the pictures on the mirror kept flowing. I don’t know how long it had passed. At this moment, I saw that the five-generation pictures had appeared on the mirror of reincarnation.

In other words, at this moment, Yu Tingyin has seen the past for five lifetimes.

In the past of these five generations, Yu Tingyin saw countless pictures...

A snowy cliff top.

She saw a majestic man in an imperial robe standing on the cliff, looking up at the sky with his hands behind his back, and a stream of invincible aura surged on him, showing his thrill of pride.

In the boundless wind, snowflakes in the sky kept flying, but he remained motionless, like an invincible emperor in the snow, existed arrogantly, letting the snowflakes fall into his clothes, dyeing his long flying hair white...

Behind the man in the imperial robe, a delicate figure, holding a green umbrella, stood quietly in the wind and snow, speechless for a long time.

Huh!

A strong wind blew, blew up her snow-white dress and dispersed her black hair like a waterfall, but she suddenly realized that, at this moment, she seemed to have forgotten the wind and snow, the cold, and everything...

At this moment, in her eyes, there was nothing else, only the man in front of her...

In the wind and snow, the woman looked at the majestic and stunning figure. Her beautiful eyes were filled with deep affection and expectation, as if she longed for a man's turn. But after a long time, the man seemed to have never seen a woman, never turning around, leaving the woman with endless sorrow and heartache...

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In that lifetime, the turbulent times.

Under the ancient ten directions of trees, she saw a woman in white kneeling silently under the tree, writing poems about peace with clear tears day and night...

Time flies, the originally empty tree is already full of wishes. However, the past youth has long disappeared. I wasted half of my life and finally missed the passing years...

Under the trees in all directions, the breeze floats, wishing the paper to fly, a lonely figure stands quietly, looking up at the poems all over the trees, and in the pair of falling eyes, there is hope, as if hoping that the flying kite can bring her lifelong longing.

That year, the Buddha flowers in the sky bloomed all over the world.

A boundless Buddha flowers in the sky, under the endless rain of Buddha flowers, she saw a young man and woman standing quietly in the sea of ​​Buddha flowers, telling something...

After a long time, the man turned around and left slowly. Behind the man, the woman was covered in tears and spoke loudly, trying to keep the man, but the man never looked back...

Finally, the woman stopped talking, just stared at the man's leaving figure, and shed tears silently until the man disappeared completely in sight...

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The picture flows, reflecting the joys and sorrows of life...

In front of an ancient temple, she saw a woman kneeling in front of the Buddha, reciting scriptures day and night, praying for her lifetime, not for herself, but only for the person she is thinking about, and she will live in Chang'an...

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That day, the rain fell.

On the bank of an ancient river, she saw a woman holding an oil umbrella, squatting by the river, carefully folding out a ship full of expectations, throwing into the river, sending it to the distance, drops of tears, accompanied by the rain, falling down, and bursts of longing ripples...

She saw it above a pavilion...

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The past of the fifth lifetime, reincarnation becomes sorrow.

The clouds and mists of the past have now changed.

In front of the mirror of reincarnation, I quietly looked at the pictures of the fifth generation, and looked at the little bits and pieces of the past generations. Suddenly, Yu Tingyin suddenly felt that every picture in these five generations seemed to have become her own memory, and could not help but be engraved in her heart and could not be erased.

I saw the ups and downs of the five generations of the world. Although it was only a short time, Yutingyin had the illusion that he had spent the five generations of time.

In the hall, behind Yu Tingyin, he looked at Yu Tingyin quietly. The seventh-generation Buddha Lord frowned, his expression was complicated, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

"It's been seventh lifetime. Although everything that happened before is gone, some things cannot be forgotten. I believe that after seeing these, you should know something in your heart." Staring deeply at Yu Tingyin, the seventh lifetime Buddha Lord hesitated for a long time and sighed slightly in his heart.

Wow!

On the mirror of reincarnation, the light blooms. As time goes by, the pictures of those lifetimes flow rapidly and change...

I don’t know how long it has passed, but at this moment, the picture of the seven generations has finally ended completely, and everything is frozen in the last scene.

In the picture, it is a battlefield full of war.

A man in the imperial robe sat in a weak place. His eyes were lost and his expression was painful. In his arms, a stunning woman covered in blood and silently lay quietly.

Around the sky, the blood rain fell, dyeing the whole world red. Looking up, the dazzling blood color was like the crying of the heaven and the earth, crying about the sadness of the world...

In the hall, in front of the mirror of reincarnation, he stared at the last scene in a daze. Yu Lingyin was speechless for a long time, his heart was filled with endless grief and sadness. A beautiful face was already covered with tears without realizing it.

The seven-life cycle of reincarnation, the entire seven-life, every seven-life is frozen in the same picture, the same sadness and heartache, the end of each life is sure to be a separation of life and death, and no one is perfect...

After watching the scene of seven lifetimes in the mirror of reincarnation, at this moment, Yu Tingyin's originally clear eyes became vicissitudes, as if she had experienced seven lifetimes herself.

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"Miss Tingyin, after reading the story of the Buddha's fate for seven generations, I wonder if you think the woman's efforts are worth it?" In the hall, hesitated and suddenly said, "Seven generations! I have paid for seven generations for only one person, but I have never received the love of that person..."

Before the Mirror of Reincarnation, after listening to the words of the Seventh Buddha Lord, Yu Tingyin's eyes lit up and she came to her senses instantly. She looked at the picture in front of her again. She hesitated for a while, slowly withdrew her right hand, turned around and looked at the Seventh Buddha Lord behind her.

Wow!

At this moment, Yu Tingyin's right hand was retracted, and the originally brilliant reincarnation mirror dimmed instantly, and all the pictures on it disappeared without a shadow.

"For love, it is worth it. Even if I have paid for seven lifetimes or even more lifetimes, I believe that woman will have no regrets." In the hall, looking at the seventh-generation Buddha Lord, Yu Tingyin said in a very firm tone.

After saying that, he was silent for a moment, and then, as if he had thought of something again, she suddenly continued: "And that woman gave all her seven lives and did not receive the love of that man. At least in the last life, he had fallen in love with her."

"Love? Maybe it's love." Hearing this, the seventh-generation Buddha Lord sighed slightly, then his Buddha's eyes narrowed, staring at Yu Tingyin tightly and asked, "If this kind of love is destined to be the woman in every life, and it ends for the sacrifice of a man, do you think it's worth it?"

"Worth it!" Yu Tingyin said without thinking about it.

"If you love him, you can give everything for him. If he can be replaced by Chang'an, what can you do even if you give your life?" Yu Tingyin said firmly.

After saying that, Yu Tingyin's brows moved, and suddenly looked at the seventh Buddha Lord, saying, "I believe that that woman must be the same as Tingyin's thoughts..."

"Who can see through the love in the world? Sometimes, even Buddhas are bound to be attached." In the hall, he looked at the rain and listened to the sound. The seventh-generation Buddha Lord was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head and sighed. Then, the seventh-generation Buddha Lord closed his hands and couldn't help but chant the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!" (To be continued)
Chapter completed!