The man was sitting on a futon, wearing a gray-brown monk's robe, looking about forty or fifty years old, with dignified features, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and a wooden fish in front of him.

His name is Kongxiao.

Hearing the movement, he opened his eyes and was full of compassion: "Here it is." ”

Here, Song Li restrained a lot, and took Fu Shiyi to sit cross-legged on the futon opposite him, his eyebrows cold: "Ji Mian said that you are looking for me." ”

Kongxiao nodded, his eyes fell on the man next to her, he looked up and down, his fingers were calculated, and he frowned: "This donor is afraid of a near catastrophe." ”

Fu Shiyi's pupils condensed slightly, and his face remained silent: "I will pay attention." ”

The four eyes were facing each other, and the empty expression moved slightly.

Song Li supported his cheeks with one hand and said in a loud voice: "Is it necessary to be under my nose and eyebrows?" ”

"You're getting more bloody," Ku Xiao looked at her and suggested, "How many days will you stay here?" ”

Song Li said slowly: "I want to compete the day after tomorrow." ”

Kongxiao nodded suddenly, his eyes looked at the two of them, and his eyebrows twisted again, "It stands to reason that there is no marriage between the two of you." ”

Buddhism is the most evil, Fu Shiyi doesn't believe in Buddhism, but he won't say paradoxical words in Buddhism, he only smiled slightly: "Our marriage is our own decision, not fate." ”

"Yes." The empty look is very empty, but for Song Li, he is still at ease: "Your death is ......"

Fu Shiyi looked sideways at the girl, and his handsome eyebrows were twisted.

Song Lihun didn't care, and said casually: "If there is a catastrophe, then there will be a way to break the catastrophe." ”

Sora sighed, "But it's almost there." ”

Song Li raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Come and go with a skin, shouldn't you look at life and death the lightest?" ”

Kongyu shook his head with a complicated expression: "This person is you." ”

Song Li lowered his eyes and laughed, but he couldn't hear the joy and anger: "Everyone is saying this." ”

Everyone has a purpose.

Sora smiled: "At least here, you can be yourself." ”

"Tsk," Song Li tilted his head slightly, smiling evilly: "Many people have said this to me." ”

She didn't believe anything except herself, so she didn't say anything about it anymore, calculated a coat for the two of them, and sighed: "I can't see the future relationship between the two of you, but I can be sure that there is a big catastrophe." ”

"No matter how big it is, it's just a parting of life and death."

"That's right."

After chatting about something else, Song Li said that he wanted to go to the courtyard next door to have a look, and when he went out, he called out to Fu Shiyi: "I wonder if I can talk to the donor alone?" ”

Fu Shiyi's eyelashes moved, and after whispering a few words to Song Li, he returned to sit down on the futon.

"The eight characters of the two of you should be mutually restrictive." The empty man turned the Buddha beads, and his eyes were compassionate: "She has a lot of fate, but they are all bigger than death." Looking at the face of the donor today, there is also a catastrophe, which can be described as a catastrophe. ”

Fu Shiyi didn't know whether he believed it or not, and his thick eyelashes incited: "Then I don't know if the master has a way to resolve it?" ”

The empty voice was ethereal: "Buddhism pays attention to sincerity, and sincerity is spiritual, the donor does not believe in Buddhism, let alone sincerity, you can only rely on yourself." ”

He said a lot of twists and turns, and Fu Shiyi mostly understood.

Kongxiao said: "I smell sandalwood on the donor's body, it should be to clear the heart and calm the qi and dissolve the evil qi." ”

"Isn't it?" Fu Shiyi said lightly.

"Nothing." Kongxiao shook his head and said, "If the donor is free, you can go to the punishment hall of Hongyuan Temple." ”

It's a send-off.

"I'll go." Where Song left be, he naturally wanted to go too.

has experienced the hardships she has endured.

"I believe that the donor will come again in the future, remember, sincerity is spiritual."

Before going out, there was an empty voice behind him, which was always meaningful.

Fu Shiyi paused, turned around, and politely bent down slightly to him.

It was already dark outside, and the temple was decorated with lights, shining and sacred in the deep mountains.

Zishu asked them, "Are you going down tonight?" ”

Song Li touched his bald head and said with a smile: "You go and help us get some fasting meals, and we can go to the guest room by ourselves." ”

This is to stay, Zishu's eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll send it to you in a while." ”

Song Li was very familiar with this place, and took Fu Shiyi around the two courtyards and came to the Jingzen Courtyard.

It was often cleaned and it was very clean.

"When I returned to Yongzhou when I was seven years old, I was chased and killed, and I almost died, but it was the empty man who saved me." Glancing sideways at him, Song Li's faint voice sounded, explaining, "I've lived here for a few years. ”

Seven years old? After?

That was twelve or thirteen years ago, right?

Fu Shiyi was slightly stunned, frowned, he seemed to be in Yongzhou that year, and he was also being hunted down.

He vaguely remembered that he met a little girl who was not very old on the way to the chase.

The two of them hid together......

He stopped suddenly, his deep gaze fell on Song Li, and asked with a little hesitation: "When you were chased and killed, did you hide in a ruined temple?" ”

Song Li's hand pushing the door stopped in mid-air, looked at him with partial eyes, and raised his eyebrows: "You can also pinch it?" ”

Fu Shiyi's fingers curled slightly: "Is there a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy hiding with you?" ”

Song Li's pupils condensed slightly, and his eyes became cold when he looked at him.

Fu Shiyi's heart gradually sank: "That temple is crumbling, the Buddha statue has been cut off in half, you are dressed in black, and you are holding a knife in your hand......"

The reason why I remember it clearly is because the little girl looks like a porcelain doll, but she is dressed like a ghost, holding a knife in her hand, and her eyes are as fierce as a wolf.

The two of them fought over that territory.

He won, but he was also stabbed.

And the little girl was thrown into a dry well outside the ruined temple by him, and was captured by her pursuers.

After that, he didn't know.

"That person, is that you?" Song Li's eyes rose, the evil red was permeated, and the aura around him suddenly became cold.

"Ah Li......" Fu Shiyi's heart suddenly seemed to be usurped, and the green tendons on his clenched fists bulged, and he was a little out of breath, "I'm sorry, I'm ...... I didn't know it was you......"

"If a man is not for himself, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed. The weak eat the strong, the winner is king, and the loser is the villain. This is the law of survival in this world, Song Li said lightly, pushed open the door and entered the guest room, slamming it shut.

"Ah Li......" Fu Shiyi never thought that their first meeting was not in the F1 race a few years ago, but even earlier.

In the F1 season, he lost, but Song Li saved him.

And thirteen years ago, he almost killed Song Li, who was only seven years old.

What happened to her after she was taken away by those men?

Fu Shiyi stared at the closed door for a long time, suddenly turned around, strode towards the empty meditation room, and stayed with the empty man for more than an hour before coming out.

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"Sister! Sister, did you sleep? At half past ten in the evening, as soon as Song Li lay down, he heard the sound of Ji Mian outside the door accompanied by the bell.

"Say." Song Li was impatient.

Ji Mian didn't dare to say a word nonsense: "Fu Shiyi went to the punishment hall and chose the highest punishment." ”

As soon as the words fell, the door in front of her was opened from the inside, and Song Li looked at her gloomily: "What did you say?" ”

Ji Mian stood by holding on to the door, and could see that his body was full of injuries, his right arm seemed to be broken, hanging in his sleeve, the smell of blood was strong, the corners of his mouth were red, his clothes were ragged, his face was broken, and the whole person was embarrassed and miserable.

"Before my punishment was over, he suddenly broke in, threw me out, and chose the highest punishment." Ji Mian said cautiously, the highest punishment, all the bones in the body are broken once, they are all light!