"Little brother!"

Seeing Chen Yi wake up by himself, the woman was stunned for a while, and then cried with joy, put aside the flesh and blood golden pill, and threw herself into his chest: "Woo, little brother..."

"Sister."

Chen Yi murmured softly, through memory, he learned that the woman had no father, no mother, no name and no surname, and was called Ah Qing by the villagers because she always showed people in a green skirt.

The two have been dependent on each other since childhood, and whether they are related by blood is debatable.

This is 10,000 years ago.

It seems that there are no cultivators, and even the exercises required for cultivation have disappeared, and it is said that in the last era, a giant was born, burning books and pit Confucianism, and cutting the long river of time.

However, there are often gods and Buddhas, who walk in the red dust, preach the system, preach, live the dead, flesh and bones, rectify the mountains and rivers, bless all sentient beings, and the wind and rain are smooth.

Anyway, in Chen Yi's memory, he has only seen the dependents of the gods and the Buddhas, that is, the dependents of the Nine Heavens Gods and Buddhas, also known as the dependents, who rely on sacrifices to the gods and Buddhas in exchange for extraordinary abilities.

Ten years ago.

Chen Yi offended a god that he ended up in this miserable field.

"Amitabha."

On the side, Qingpi Shami suddenly spoke, his face expressionless, interrupting his sister and brother to reminisce:

"Last night, the Bodhisattva dreamed that although my brother was lucky to be rescued, there are still old injuries that are difficult to heal, and if you want to make the dead wood spring, you need to voluntarily sacrifice the essence of a hundred years of life."

"Bodhisattvas can be compassionate."

"Accept the order to enter my Buddhism, as a boy under the lotus stage, and it will not be invaded by all calamities."

Invulnerable?

Scold.

What a big breath!

Chen Yixiu is nothing, but his vision is still there, white bones and fruit trees, flesh and blood golden pills, and human skin as nourishment, he can see at a glance that this temple is not a bodhisattva.

The ancient scriptures have proof: "Contemplating the Bodhisattva of Freedom, walking deep Prajnaparamita, when he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering, and the relics are not different from the emptiness, and the emptiness is not..."

The bodhisattva's heart is not just on paper.

No matter how bad it is.

The Bodhisattva is respected as the leader of the Buddhist sect, even if he does not talk about no desire and no desire, at least he must be above board, right? Even if there is a plan, it should be the belief in incense.

How can there be a harvest of the essence of life? How is this different from the ghostly spirit?

The third point.

What he has in his body is a Dao injury, the Heavenly Dao is imprisoned, don't say a Bodhisattva, even if he lets the Buddha and even the gods and Buddhas of the heavens show their magical powers, they don't dare to heal it.

Why is he?

Buddhist monks always pay attention to cause and effect, and never speak, so what is the offering in this temple? Dare to do evil in the name of the Bodhisattva, bold!

Chen Yi was thinking about how to retreat with his whole body, but Ah Qing, who didn't know the monk world, was convinced of this, and even urged: "Little brother, don't be stupid." ”

"You're going to become a Buddha."

"This is a creation that ordinary people can't ask for, and I don't thank Forne!"

I kowtow to him?

Why don't you ask, can he hold me on this knees?

My lady is asleep, not dead!

"Sister, go home first, the Buddha's affairs are not in a hurry, I will talk about it later."

"Eh, you..."

Hearing the undisguised resistance and perfunctory meaning in her words, Ah Qing was anxious, however, without waiting for her to speak a lesson, Na Shami took the initiative to say: "Amitabha." ”

"The donor has a point."

"Worship the Buddha, the most important thing is a pious heart, a sincerity, the so-called sincerity is the spirit, the donor is now recovering from a serious illness, and it is indeed not suitable to serve the Bodhisattva..."

Ah Qing wanted to speak and stopped.

Chen Yi's eyes were quick, he covered her red lips, and couldn't help but say, forcibly dragged her out of the broken temple: so good, simply take advantage of the situation, and the conflict broke out in the province.

It's not that she doesn't take into account her sister's thoughts, her sister is too deeply enchanted, if she is blindly indecisive, loyal and filial, and let it go, it will only hurt her sister and herself.

The two had just arrived at the mountainside.

Qingpi Shami suddenly chased out of the broken temple and shouted at Chen Yi's back:

"The donor stays."

Chen Yi frowned.

Shami held a head high in his hand, and his smile was extremely strange:

"Donor, your head has dropped."

Chen Yi turned around slowly, his joy and anger invisible, and he stared at Shami calmly.

The eyes are facing each other.

Murderous intent rises.