The words of the old monk Zhitong pierced Zhao Yazhi's heart like a sharp sword, Zhao Yazhi's face turned pale in an instant, covered her heart, and looked at the old monk with a sad face: "Master, this is ...... Why is that? ”

Yan Qingyu looked at the old monk with a pale face and said, "Old bald donkey, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will burn your kennel!" ”

"Smack!"

Yan Qingyu flew out upside down, slipped on the ground in the hall and couldn't get up, and after raising his head, he fell down and fell unconscious.

"Yuro!"

Zhao Yazhi was shocked and was about to pounce.

Master Zhitong sighed and said, "Amitabha! It is never possible to have everything in the world, and the old man just tried it, and the exercises practiced by this son are really rare and peerless in the world, and they are domineering. Originally, the old man still wanted to forcibly abolish the power in his body, but he knew that the power in his body had been integrated with the meridians of his body. If the old man forcibly acts, I am afraid that his life will be in danger, even if he saves his life, he will definitely break the muscles and veins of his whole body, and become a waste person paralyzed in bed. ”

Zhao Yazhi held on to the last glimmer of hope and asked, "Master, if Yu Lang no longer practices from now on, will he not be able to explode and die?" ”

Zen Master Zhitong sighed with some compassion, shook his head and said, "So the old man said that the opportunity of this little benefactor is really a godsend. This kind of exercise can run on its own without the urging of the donor, which is really beyond the imagination of the old man. If it weren't for the fact that the old man's limit was approaching, even with the old man's concentration, it would be difficult to guarantee that he would not covet this exercise. Female Tan Yue, the things that are too perfect in the world are difficult to survive in the world for a long time after all. I see that the little donor has a deep affection for you, if you don't open your mouth to ask for it, I'm afraid he would rather explode and die than lose you. ”

Thinking of Yan Qingyu's affection for her, Zhao Yazhi couldn't hold back anymore and cried loudly.

Zen Master Zhitong sighed again: "The most helpless thing is that even if you are willing to take a concubine for him, the woman who accepts him needs to be truly in love with him." Otherwise, yin cannot be yang, and the only way to accept a woman is to die a tragic death. Only when the two are happy and the yin and yang are in harmony can they complement each other! Female Tan Yue, what you have lost is not only the only one of the little donor's body, but even the heart, you have to divide some of it. Moreover, you need to take the initiative to do it. It's hard for you. ”

One after another words slashed at Zhao Yazhi's heart like a knife, and she almost didn't want to live in pain.

She has long had this kind of worry, she and Yan Qingyu are too happy, and the happiness makes God jealous.

She was still thinking about it, but she really couldn't do it, so she found some clean women in the entertainment industry who were innocent, and let them play with Yan Qingyu on the spot. This kind of woman has never been rare in the entertainment industry.

However, who would have thought that she would even lose Yan Qingyu's complete heart.

What hurt her the most was that she had to take the initiative to do this matter, forcing Yan Qingyu to do it.

Zen Master Zhitong hadn't finished speaking, and said, "You have to do this as soon as possible, in fact, now the little donor is already suppressing his own nature." This should be felt by the female Tanyue. However, the repression of one's nature can distort one's mind at the depths. By that time, the little donor was no longer a small donor, and it was too late for the female tan to regret it.

In fact, since ancient times, those who have great power must have strong desires. Such as Han Gaozu, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Cao Cao, Tang Taizong and Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang, Ming Taizong Zhu Di, all of whom are from the Three Palaces and Six Courtyards. There are also Zhang Juzheng, the most powerful prime minister of the Ming Dynasty, and Xuanye, the holy ancestor of the Qing Dynasty. Emperor Xianfeng favored Cixi alone, and Emperor Guangxu also favored Concubine Zhen, but the two became emperors who lost their ancestors' inheritance. ”

Zhao Yazhi looked at Yan Qingyu who was unconscious on the ground with a very sad face, speechless.

Zen Master Zhitong comforted: "Female Tanyue, heaven and earth are not complete, how can there be perfect things in the world?" You and the little donor are deeply in love, like a fairy couple. And the Heavenly Dao is modest, even if there is no this calamity, the next calamity will come sooner or later, and it can't be said to be more serious. Female Tanyue, you have not lost him, on the contrary, the little benefactor will respect you more, although you will give a part to other women. However, the magic of the inner family is far beyond your imagination. Female Tan Yue, do you know how long the old man has this year? ”

Zhao Yazhi looked at Zhitong with some puzzlement, and said in a low voice: "The disciple doesn't know, but the master should be over ninety years old, right?" ”

Zen Master Zhitong shook his head slightly and smiled: "This year, there are three out of one hundred and sixty. ”

When Zhao Yazhi heard this, she looked at the old monk in horror and said in a trembling voice: "This ...... How is this possible? ”

Zen Master Zhitong said with a smile: "It's true, the old man doesn't speak. I still remember that when Lao Qu was ordained, Emperor Xianfeng was still in power, and the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was separating the south of the Yangtze River. The old man had seen the Empress Cixi. Lao Wei practiced Buddhism, so he was able to live a long life. The exercises practiced by the little benefactor are several times stronger than those of the old man, and they are also longer than the harmony of yin and yang. Therefore, the lifespan of the little donor and the female Tanyue will not be lower than that of the old man, and even far surpass it. As long as the female Tan Yue can get through this knot, she will be able to truly achieve a long time with the little benefactor. Female Tanyue, there is a way to give up! ”

Zhao Yazhi is a woman, and the way she thinks about the problem is a little strange, she is a little afraid and says: "Master, if Yu Lang and I also live to be one hundred and sixty years old, will we also grow into the dignity of the master?" ”

Rao is a Zen master of Zhitong who has profound Buddhism, and he was almost defeated by Zhao Yazhi.

Zen Master Zhitong shook his head with a wry smile and said, "This will not be the case. The appearance of the old man is caused by the Zen method of dead wood. The exercises practiced by the small donor pay more attention to the combination of yin and yang. Cultivation, you can stay in the face for a hundred years and live forever. ”

Zhao Yazhi listened to it for a long time, and finally heard such good news, and her cold heart felt a trace of warmth.

Zhao Yazhi was still a little unwilling, and begged: "Master, is there really no other way?" The disciple and Yulang love each other so much that they really can't bear the pain of tearing out their hearts. Ask the master for mercy and then think of good laws. ”

Master Zhitong shook his head and sighed when he heard this: "The way of heaven is like this, there is no other way. Female Tan Yue, you are not a jealous person. It's just that the knot is difficult to untie for a while, but your time is running out. The beauty of the little donor's root bone is appalling, the old man has lived for one hundred and sixty years, and he has never seen a second person have such a root bone. At most a year, or half a year, his nature will be irrepressible. There is nowhere to remove the yang energy around the body, and it will inevitably explode and die. At the right time, even if the Daluo Immortal descends to earth, it can't be solved. ”

When Zhao Yazhi heard this, she was completely dead, and said, "Thank you master for your guidance, the disciple knows what to do." ”

Zen Master Zhitong sighed again and said, "Providence is like this, it is not a fluke. The Chinese orthodox inner family cultivator has not appeared in the world for nearly three hundred years. During the Guangxu period, thousands of people and horses in the military region of the Eight-Nation Alliance were able to enter the capital from overseas and burn the "Garden of Ten Thousand Gardens" Yuanmingyuan. Why? Non-Chinese guns and cannons! As early as the Xianfeng period, the Qing Dynasty Green Camp had a firearms battalion. Tens of thousands of troops couldn't resist it, but because among these thousands of people, there were hundreds of Western cultivators, but there was not a single one in Huaxia. Alas! It took the lives of more than 100 million people in China to get today's stability. ”

Zhao Yazhi is confused again, what is this? Romance?

Zen Master Zhitong didn't force Zhao Yazhi to understand, but said: "Lao Qu, a cultivator of the inner family, is just an occasional fragment after the sixtieth armor. That's why I was so excited to see the little benefactor. Providence to send down such a talented Inner Family Peerless Cultivator will definitely not be without purpose. Although the old man doesn't know what this providence means, but, female Tanyue, don't force it anymore.

The old man looked at your face, the original love road was bumpy, and life was difficult, but now it has become a natural wealth and happiness. Even if there is a slight problem before the age of 30, you will be blessed after the age of 30, and you will be happy in the end! You and I are destined to be here, the female Tanyue, the old man is exhausted, and the deadline is near. Please go back. ”

As he spoke, the old monk walked to Yan Qingyu's side, leaned over, and slapped his old hand on Yan Qingyu's body, and then turned to leave.

Yan Qingyu woke up leisurely, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Zhao Yazhi's pear blossom and rainy face looking at him.

Seeing that Yan Qingyu woke up, Zhao Yazhi cried bitterly and threw herself into Yan Qingyu's arms.

Yan Qingyu was suddenly startled, looked at Zhao Yazhi and said, "Sister Zhi, Sister Zhi, what's wrong with you?" ”

Zhao Yazhi cried for a while, raised her head, looked at Yan Qingyu with teary eyes and said, "Yulang, will you love me forever?" ”

Yan Qingyu smiled when she heard this: "Little fool, of course my husband will love you forever!" You're my wife! ”

Zhao Yazhi looked at Yan Qingyu deeply and said, "You have to remember your words, and you can't forget them for the rest of your life." ”

Yan Qingyu nodded and said, "Of course, Sister Zhi, what's wrong with you?" Oh, by the way, what about the old bald donkey? ”

Only then did Yan Qingyu remember where he was, and remembered what Zen Master Zhitong had just said.

Yan Qingyu's face instantly became ugly, he looked at Zhao Yazhi and said, "Where is that old monk, did he say something to you again?" He's trying to scare you! These people on the rivers and lakes love to play this set of tricks! Where is the old monk, I'll go to him to settle accounts! ”

With that, Yan Qingyu got up and was about to break into the apse. Zhao Yazhi hurriedly dissuaded: "Don't Yulang, Zen Master Zhitong is a high-ranking monk!" ”

Yan Qingyu was about to say something, and suddenly heard a melodious bell from behind the main hall.

Yan Qingyu and Zhao Yazhi glanced at each other, and then the two walked towards the apse together.

After passing the main hall and entering the backyard, Yan Qingyu saw an old man banging hard under a huge bell.

This old man, but not Zhang Taiyue, who is it?

"Uncle, ...... you are"

Looking at Zhang Taiyue's sad face, Yan Qingyu asked at a loss.

Zhang Taiyue finally hit the wood hard, and then said to Yan Qingyu: "Yu'er, Zen Master Zhitong has passed away and returned to heaven." ”

"Ahh

Zhao Yazhi couldn't help but cover her mouth and scream when she heard this, at this moment, she no longer doubted the words of Zen Master Zhitong.

Yan Qingyu's face was also extremely difficult to look at, and he also thought of it, people are about to die, and their words are also good.

There is no need for the great monk Zhitong to lie to him before he dies.

So......

Yan Qingyu couldn't help but look at Zhao Yazhi, and at this moment, Zhao Yazhi also looked at Yan Qingyu, with grief and pleading in her eyes.

For the first time, Yan Qingyu shook her head firmly in the face of Zhao Yazhi's eyes.

Zhao Yazhi's face turned pale when she saw this......