Self-deprecating: "It seems that I was not a good person in my last life."

Things in this life, closed in this life!

No matter what the past life is, it is impossible to care about the next life, anyway, in this life, it has already come to this! ”

"Donor, listen to the advice of the old man, don't go retrograde anymore, otherwise you will ......"

"What do you mean by retrograde? Isn't it retrograde to wait for him to kill me? Jian Junxi interrupted hysterically.

There was resentment and hatred in her empty eyes, and her fists clenched to show the resentment and unwillingness in her heart, and her eyes were about to split:

"I worked so hard that I almost ruined everything, and I finally got to where I am today, and now, I am only one step away from the enemy of the sword.

You want me to let go at this time, you give me a reason to convince myself, why should I let him go?

The hatred of killing his mother is not shared, he is a crazy trash, God will not punish him, I will punish him! ”

The last sentence was almost roaring, the hatred that had been pressed in her heart for so many years, if she could let go, she would have let it go a long time ago.

"Hey......" Hongyuan sighed, was silent for a moment, and said helplessly: "The donor insists on this, I think, my Buddha can't help you!" ”

Jian Junxi's head throbbed like crazy again, only to feel that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he knew that he couldn't last long.

But why did she waste time saying this......

Extremely regretful in her heart, she was physically exhausted, she held on to the last shred of reason, folded her hands, and bowed to Hongyuan staggeringly.

He couldn't stand on the ground above his head, and choked up: "Master Hongyuan, I know that my sins are unforgivable, and I know that the Buddha can't save me."

Today, with a devout heart, I just want to ask, is he alive? Or die? Where are you? Please tell me! ”

Looking at Jian Junxi, who was kneeling in front of him, as if he was drowning in ice water, Hongyuan's eyes were slightly complicated, and he said in a soft tone:

"Donor, it is a pity to come and a pity, and it is not easy to experience all the hardships in life.

He is fate, but also calamity, everything will eventually turn into dust, only by letting go can we be reborn in the Pure Land! ”

In the Buddhist scriptures, suffering is divided into three categories: suffering, becoming suffering, and practicing suffering.

The so-called suffering is to go through all the sufferings in the world, whether physical or psychological, ups and downs, and suffering, which is equivalent to living in pain, and it is difficult to have joy......

Becoming bitter is the transformation from happiness to pain, the good body becomes worse, the lovers who love each other empathize with each other, and the joy turns to sadness......

Suffering, all kinds of worries in a person's life, poverty and wealth, life and death, fame and fortune, gain and loss, compared with the first two, this is the smallest suffering, which can be said to be a sense that everyone must experience.

Jian Junxi finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell sideways on the stone ground.

"Donor......" Hongyuan wanted to help her, but she was too old and her hands were slow, so she still didn't hold on to her after all.

It's like he's been persuading her to let go, but she still can't let go......

"I'm fine...... Venerable Hongyuan...... I...... I know the depth of my sin...... Heavenly Reason...... Retribution is unpleasant...... I'm suffering...... Today......

I just want to ...... Wonder...... Does he still ...... Still alive? Jian Junxi's voice became smaller and smaller.

A sharp pain in his abdomen hit him, and his temples throbbed like crazy.

The broken body was as if someone was going to tear it apart, and the bean's big cold sweat was pouring out.

Hongyuan's old face stiffened slightly, a touch of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he sighed silently and remained silent......

"Please...... Tell...... Tell me...... Have mercy...... Can you ......?"

Jian Junxi's right hand grabbed his robe, and the voice of supplication was so soft that it was unbearable to refuse.

(End of chapter)