The chosen one by Heaven? Fuck the chosen ones of heaven! I don't know why this damn Heavenly Dao would choose me, you fucking love to find whoever you want. I thought so in my heart, and the words were not yet spoken. Xie Bi'an looked at me and said slowly: "This is your life, you can't escape." ”

I stood up directly, pointed my finger at Xie Bi'an and yelled loudly: "Why can't I fucking escape!" Do you mean I can't do anything!? Xie Bi'an still looked at me coldly: "Can you do it?" As soon as Xie Bi'an's words came out, the breath in my heart was suddenly discharged. I sat down on the couch and didn't say a word.

yes, am I possible? Can I pretend I don't know anything, I don't care about anything? I don't care about Cen Si's soul? I don't care about the misery of life after the birth of Zombie Kui? Am I really out of control of all this? Can I do that? I sat on the sofa, didn't move, and asked my heart, Li Hao, are you really so selfish?

"Hehe, it seems that the underworld has even thought of something that I am soft-hearted." I raised my head and looked coldly at Xie Bi'an and Fan Wuxu. The two of them also looked at me like this: "Actually, the underworld didn't guess your choice at all. Xie Bi'an regained the smile on his face. The two of us are here today to ask you for an answer. ”

Fan Wuxuan continued Xie Bi'an's words and said: "If you make a choice between breaking the five evils and three shortcomings and a ghost that has disappeared in the world, no one knows what you will choose. "Choice? If it's really just like this, I have to owe someone to owe, and I'd rather owe it to the living. ”

I finished talking to myself and slowly closed my eyes. Xie Bi'an and Fan Wusu glanced at each other and slowly disappeared into the store. And tears oozed from the corners of my eyes little by little, I really owe a lot of people in my life, and the two girls I owe the most are now asking me to choose between these two girls.

I don't really know what to do with this choice. Regardless of Cen Si's soul, first break the five evils and three shortcomings, or stop that person, and from then on, I owe that stupid Yu Dan who waited for me in this life. Maybe I already had the answer in my mind.

I slowly opened my eyes, took out my mobile phone and made a call to Yu Dan. The call was quickly connected. "Nizi, have a good New Year." I whispered to the other end of the line. Yu Dan on the other end of the phone smiled: "Isn't it the first day of the new year, why are you in such a hurry to give me New Year's greetings?"

I haven't seen you for a few days, what, do you miss me? After Yu Dan's words were finished, I was silent for a moment: "Well, I miss you." Yu Dan on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned, and I didn't know why I would say such a bold thing today. This sentence has already violated the scope of the Heavenly Dao!

"Li Hao, what's wrong with you? Nothing, right? Yu Dan was stunned for a long time and asked me gently. I shook my head, even though I knew that Yu Dan on the other end of the phone couldn't see it at all. "It's nothing, Niko, I just miss you a little." I tried my best to make my voice sound normal, but how could Yu Dan, who was smart in ice and snow, not realize anything.

"I'll go back after the New Year, will you pick me up at the airport then?" After Yu Dan finished speaking, I nodded vigorously: "I'll pick you up then." If I were alive. The second half of the sentence was so small that only I could hear it.

I hung up Yu Dan's phone and sat on the sofa alone. He didn't turn on the lights, he sat alone in the dark. It's a night's time. At dawn, I walked out of the store. Walking alone to the Puji Temple outside the city, I remember that the old monk inside had said that if there was something I couldn't choose, let me go to him.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, there are many people at the gate of Puji Temple, and they should all be pilgrims who are in a hurry to burn a pillar of incense. I just stood behind them, looking at the people waiting to open the door at the temple gate, not knowing what they were thinking.

People in the world are crowded for the first pillar of incense in the new year, but they don't know that burning incense and worshiping the Buddha has always been sincere, as for the specific pillars of incense, the Buddha must never care. After a while, the door was divided left and right, and as soon as the gate of Puji Temple was opened, the crowd hula poured in.

The person who ran at the front almost fell at the door, and the little monk who opened the door seemed to be accustomed to seeing it, and he dodged and watched early. I waited for a while, and as the crowd slowly decreased, I walked into the temple gate. It's just that when I stepped into the door, I was stopped by the little monk standing by the door.

"Amitabha, donor, please stay." I turned around and folded my hands and asked the little monk, "Is there anything wrong with you?" The little monk smiled: "The abbot ordered the poor monk to wait here early in the morning, but the donor is obviously a person who has something to do, but he can be willing to wait behind the pilgrims, and this little monk can't catch up with the donor." Donor, please come with me. As he spoke, the little monk turned around and walked back.

I looked at the back of the little monk and was stunned for a moment, this old abbot calculated that I would come? It seems like a lot of things, maybe I can find the answer here today. So I followed the little monk slowly to the back of the main hall. As when I first came, the old abbot stood at the door early.

I took two steps forward, stood in front of the abbot and folded my hands and said, "I've seen the master." The old monk turned the rosary in his hand with his left hand: "The donor doesn't have to be polite, please enter the room for a while." I nodded: "Master, please." "The abbot and I went into the room, still with a small table between the two futons.

"Master, the kid came today to ask the master to help me solve my doubts." I sat down on the futon and said. The abbot looked at me and shook his head: "Amitabha, everything in the world has a fixed number, and I have long been clear about the donor's intention. Don't dare to solve the doubts, the old man can tell the donor something. ”

The old monk picked up the cup on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and poured me another cup: "Origin and extinction, the two ends are fate, and when the two cannot have both, which one to choose and which one to give up, the donor himself needs to think about it." This is the first sentence that the old man sent to the donor, and I believe that the donor has already made a choice in his heart when he came to find the old man. ”

I didn't say anything, picked up the tea on the table and took a sip: "Good tea, bitter and sweet, after the mouth has an endless aftertaste." The old monk looked at me and nodded gently: "Naturally, it is a good tea, a cup of tea, the donor has been able to drink the taste, why not be the case in life?" You have to savor it to know the taste. ”

I was stunned for a moment, savoring the fragrance of tea in my mouth, and thinking about the old monk's words, I don't know how to be more cheerful in my heart. "There are some things that I didn't tell the donor before, but now that the time has come, the old man has nothing to hide." After the old monk finished speaking, he looked at me quietly.

"The donor has his breath on his body, and I once told the donor that this person or this breath should be the breath of fate." The old monk's words made me fall silent again, is it really fate? "For thousands of years, whenever the suffering of the world reaches a certain level, fate will appear.

It's just that the embodiment of fate is different every time, it may be a young man, it may be an old man, or it will be a child, none of which anyone knows. Only at the end of the day, the person chosen by fate will know who fate has become in this life. And the donor is the one chosen by fate in this life. I watched the old monk and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the old monk waving his hand.

"Donor, every appearance of fate will be accompanied by a choice, an unavoidable choice, but if you choose, how to do it, no one knows except the parties, the old man can tell the donor only one sentence, don't underestimate fate, don't underestimate the choice."

After the old monk finished speaking, he didn't wait for me to answer, and directly asked the little monk outside the door to send me out of the temple. I stood up and looked at the old monk, who slowly closed his eyes. I walked out of the room and stood at the door and saluted the old monk. "Is the master going to tell me the choice?" After I finished muttering, I turned and left Puji Temple.

The little monk sent me all the way to the gate of the temple, stood at the gate of the temple and bowed to me and said, "Donor, the poor monk can only be sent here, and the rest of the way can only be taken by the donor himself." I turned around and returned the salute to the little monk: "Thank you, little master." ”

The courtyard wall of Puji Temple is still so old, and the rust on the gate tells the vicissitudes of this temple, I stood at the gate, recalling the words of the old monk, and the doubts in my heart gradually had an answer. The Buddha once said, "If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell." "I don't have the belief that the Buddha sacrificed his life for righteousness, but I also have my own attachments.

Since it's something you once owed, it's time to pay it back. I shook my head and walked slowly down the hill. The Puji Temple behind him rang with bells, and the bells that only rang during major celebrations were slowly ringing on this day. Three bells represent someone ordained, followed by three more.

The six bells represent the temple ceremony. Six were followed by three. Nine bells rang, and there was a new abbot in the temple. Nine tones followed by nine tones. Eighteen bells rang, and the monk passed away. I stood halfway up the mountain and bowed deeply to the gate of Puji Temple.

In the winter of that year, the old abbot of Puji Temple sat in his room after I went down the mountain. The little monk who had been waiting for me from the door became the new host, and his Dharma name was Huitong.