Marrying on your behalf: the abandoned concubine of the cold-faced prince

Chapter 184

The original beautiful face no longer exists, and the fair skin has been almost eaten away by the crows, but the next pair of unshielded eyes stared angrily at the injustice of the world to her.

"Mo Li, Mo Li, what's the matter with you." Shangguan Feng shouted in panic as he stood by the mass grave, but he didn't want to go down anyway. After entering Shangguan Peak, he vomited continuously. After all, he is a pampered prince in the palace, how could he stand such a dirty and messy place.

The mother's appearance was so unbearable, Mo Li didn't want anyone to see, took off the blue fox cloak, and gently covered her, as if her mother was sleeping, Mo Li said softly: "Mother, let's go, let's go!" Let's leave together."

It was just a slight movement, and the bones on the mother's body rattled, and Mo Li couldn't help crying. The mother was kind all her life, and never fought with others, but she ended up like this.

Kachi, the bone was broken from the waist, and the head of the body was in a different place. Mo Li felt that his heart was split in two, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. Neither the present mother nor the deceased child ended up well, with a thud Mo Li knelt beside his mother and cried, "Mother, what's wrong with us, why didn't they let us go, why?" This sadness was like Mo Li jumping into a frying pan that couldn't be boiled, causing Mo Li to feel the pain. I can't breathe, it's the pain of loneliness and despair.

Mo Li lowered his body and gently took the beads from his mother's wrist. Mo Li carried them on his hand. The beads were made of sandalwood, and even in this stinking place, they still exuded a faint fragrance. Mo Li put the beads on the tip of his nose and took a deep breath: "Buddha, if you are really spiritual, then let Mo Li punish those ugly people in the world. Mo Li is willing to go to the eighteenth level of hell and never be reborn forever . ” His dark eyes shone with resentment, as if a sharp sword could ruthlessly throw away a person’s heart.

Spreading out the cloak and collecting the mother's bones one by one, then holding the cloak and walking in the direction of Shangguanfeng, Shangguanfeng watched Mo Li come out with the cloak in his arms, his eyes were red and swollen, but the smell of the dead faintly exuded from his body made Shangguanfeng His stomach was churning, and Shangguan Feng couldn't help it anymore. He retched, and took a small step back: "Mo Li, have you found your mother's skeleton?"

Mo Li turned his head and said leisurely, "I found it, it's in my arms." The voice was cold and hollow, as if it came from hell.

Shangguan Feng said: "Don't worry, I will give my mother a grand burial, after all, she is also my father's beloved concubine."

"No need, my mother has devoted her whole life to Buddhism, but her life was poor but she was taken advantage of and framed. She didn't get pure cultivation. I don't want my mother to go back. I want to find a place to cremate my mother and enshrine her ashes in the Buddhist hall. Mo Li tightly held the cloak in his arms, and snowflakes fluttered leisurely from the sky, like white catkins, twirling and falling into Mo Li's arms melodiously.

"That's fine, let mother be worshiped by the world forever, and be with the Buddha." Shangguanfeng clasped his hands together and closed his eyes: "Amitabha."

Shangguanfeng turned around and told Xiao Shunzi: "Xiao Shunzi, go and make arrangements. We will hold a cremation for my mother in Xiangguo Temple tomorrow, and we are looking for five hundred monks to save my mother."

"Of order." Xiao Shunzi looked at Mo Li and shook his head helplessly.

(End of this chapter)