But the young men in the house who hugged each other seemed to have become each other's last support.

Bleak and lonely, isolated from afar.

"Huh?"

The girl who drank the 'demon tea' while flipping through the picture book.

Blinked, and looked towards Zen Ming.

"What?"

"——Four families and seven households in the Xiao Kingdom, nine families and thirteen families in the Qianguo Kingdom, and even the Southern Kingdom, the Moon Kingdom, and many sect families on the rivers and lakes have been wiped out——"

Zen Ming looked at the girl in front of him with a solemn and horrified expression.

Shen Dao:

"Master Yijing has given a clear message, it was Master Ji Shi who did it-"

"He was red-eyed because of the incident of the eleventh prince, although he did not kill innocents, but because of this incident, it led to turmoil in many places, and many innocent people were implicated because of this, and even more, countless young people rose up secretly and killed one party——"

"Master Yijing said, the imperial court and the rivers and lakes have begun to investigate this matter, and the direction of the sprouts has been implicated, if Master Ji Shi does not rein in, it will not be long before the rivers and lakes are chaotic and the court is in danger, and it will be a bloody storm——"

"Moreover, the new war has been ignited by Ji Shizhu, and it will burn more and more, and it will eventually anger the heavens and bring down the disaster of destroying the world——"

Zen Ming was frightened and worried.

"Donor, you go and persuade Ji Shi, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be in a hurry-"

"Hmm-"

The girl tilted her head.

He closed the notebook in his hand, pondered for a moment, and nodded.

"Okay."

As soon as I heard this, the girl agreed.

Zen Ming breathed a sigh of relief almost immediately.

Put your hands together and say:

"Amitabha——, if it were the donor, he would definitely be able to turn the donor back-"

"Well, not necessarily—"

Si Ruan put down the teacup and stood up.

As he walked out, he said slowly:

"He's very human, and he may not be willing to be persuaded, but, well, it's better to beat him up if he doesn't listen, and if he doesn't listen to him, he will beat him twice, and he will always be obedient-"

When the words fell, she had disappeared.

But Chan Ming's eyebrows jumped because of her words.

After a while, there was more of a sense of crying and laughing.

"Really, how can such a serious matter get into the mouth of the female benefactor, just like disciplining a disobedient child?"

That being said.

But he stretched out his hand, took one out of his sleeve, and made Maitreya Buddha out of Bodhi leaves.

Fat and small, simple and cute, it is full of greenery and vitality for many years.

Zen Ming's expression was fixed.

Buddha Yun Zen Zen Dao:

"Ji Shizhu is very human, and the female donor is even more very human, so she will be able to turn danger into safety and turn misfortune into auspiciousness."

Over the years, if he couldn't see that this female benefactor living in Qinglan Temple was not an ordinary person, then he would really be blind.

Although the mortal Bodhi is called Bodhi, it is a tree and a life after all.

Since it is a tree and a life, there will be a day when it will end.

However, the Maitreya Buddha made of Bodhi leaves by plucking it from the Bodhi tree at will, as if it had been frozen in time and retained its endless vitality, had never dried up and withered.

How can a mortal do such an ability?

If this is the case, how can the female benefactor, who is not very human, and the Ji benefactor who pays more attention, be mortal?

So—

Catastrophe, calamity, I think it's all a practice.

Then, he doesn't need to worry too much, just listen to the Buddha's voice.

"Amitabha—"

Chan Ming held Maitreya Buddha in his hand and looked into the distance.

And, Si Ruan, who left Qinglan Temple.

Standing on a hillside, he stretched out his hand and scratched his face, and asked seriously towards the system on his wrist: