Xiaoyao rubbed the scroll into his chest, he hugged it tightly, the cold scroll, the painting paper that was flattened by the repair, Xiaoyao's nose was sour.

He put all these things away and walked to Xiu Yuan's side, he still maintained a sitting position, motionless, his head hanging slightly, and the hair flowing down his forehead flew lightly.

"Master, let's go back, I'll carry you on my back. Xiaoyao picked up Xiu Yuan, Xiu Yuan was on his back, Xiao Yao felt as if he was carrying a mountain, he wiped away his tears and walked down the mountain step by step.

"Master, I'm carrying you, I'm carrying you, let's go, I won't leave you. It was a kind of father-son affection, the old carefree carrying the old and unseen cultivation, just like that, leaving a heavy footprint and walking slowly.

The desolate mountain was in the twilight, and the setting sun reflected the backs of these two people, pulling a long reflection on the ground.

Xiaoyao bit her lip, tears still falling incorrectly, leaving them on their way home.

"Master" called Xiu Yuan in a choked and hoarse voice, "Your suffering is over, you have to rest well, I know you are sleeping, you sleep well, we will go home when we wake up." ”

The loneliness that no one responded to, Xiaoyao endured it and didn't let himself cry, "Master, I'll wipe your body when I get home, let's take a good bath, and don't let people say that we are crazy monks." Xiaoyao said while recalling the past, the thin and neat Xiuyuan, always wrapped in blue and white clothes, standing upright, smiling in the sun, a warm smile.

Xiaoyao slowly carried Xiu Yuan back to the temple, he didn't pay attention to other people's responses, just put Xiu Yuan on the bed and brought a basin of hot water, "You go out, I want to wipe the master's body." ”

The monks retreated one after another, Xiaoyao looked at the master, he was lying calmly, Xiaoyao smiled slightly and helped him up, "Master, I'll wipe your body." ”

That night, Xiaoyao wiped Xiu Yuan seriously, and then changed into the clean clothes brought by the monk, looked at Xiu Yuan, Xiao Yao brushed his messy beard, and finally after he did all this, a huge loss enveloped him, because he knew that he could no longer see Xiu Yuan, so he couldn't help but squat down, covered his face and began to cry.

The whole temple could hear the cry of carefree.

In the second year of Jiading (1209 AD), he was called the Living Buddha Jigong and died in the Jingci Temple.

In order to commemorate him, people built a statue of Daoji in the Jingci Temple.

Not long after Xiu Yuan's death, one night, a gust of wind suddenly came in front of the statue of Dao Ji in the Jingci Temple, the wind blew the residual leaves, and a woman in white curled up in the hazy night, she was tall and wore a white gauze cover, until she walked to the statue, the woman slowly lifted the veil, under the veil was the most familiar face, the woman looked at the statue, she stood dumbfounded, "Xiu Yuan, I'm back." ”

Unswerving opening, for thirty years, she is the same face, unswervingly looking at the statue of Xiuyuan, unusually calm, after a while there is a faint wind, unswerving clothes blowing with the wind, another person also slowly walked over, unswervingly turned his head, it is an Arhat.

"You're here too. Never looked at him, but still at the statue.

"The suffering of Xiuyuan's life has finally come to an end, and I am here to give him a ride. ”

Both men looked at the statue, and there was a long silence after that.

"Luohan," Bu Shao paused and finally spoke, "Let me ask you, if you hadn't been blessed by that Buddha bead at that time, would your cultivation have been different?"

Luohan's eyes were a little solemn, thirty years ago, when Luohan was about to divide the punishment of unswerving to death, Xiu Yuan appeared, he volunteered to carry out this punishment, before the execution, he squatted down and said a few words to unswerving, he told Unswerving to go down, and put the Buddha beads made of jade by Xuan Bing to the outside of the body, and the jade plate made of Buddha beads saved his life again.

Luohan had already seen through all of this at that time, he just frowned, but he didn't intervene.

Until the end of the whipping, Unswerving was already dying, Xiu Yuan trembled and held the whip stained with blood, Luo Han walked up to him and asked softly in his ear, "Xiu Yuan, don't you regret doing this?" This regret does not refer to the whipping of Unswerving, but Xiu Yuan once again chose to save this nine-tailed fox demon in front of the Buddha.

Then Xiu Yuan turned to look at Luo Han, there was a light of relief in his eyes, Xiu Yuan shook his head, "No regrets, Luo Han, if it were you, you would have done the same, but you have already done it once, this time, let me bear all the consequences." Xiu Yuan pursed his lips and smiled.

Yes, Xiu Yuan brought back the seemingly dead Unsung and handed it to Forget Scar and his mother-in-law, he was so reluctant, watching Unsung gradually leave him, his body was stained with unswerving blood, Xiu Yuan watched everyone slowly walk away, leaving only him and Xiaoyao.

He didn't say it, he didn't say it to anyone, but he knew what awaited him, and that was endless suffering.

Xiu Yuan then reluctantly drove Xiaoyao away, he didn't want anyone around him to suffer anymore because of him, so he chose to throw out Xiaoyao's burden in a heavy rainstorm one day, and Xiaoyao left here in great disappointment. Looking at the back of the free departure, Xiu Yuan slowly slipped down and sat on the ground with his body leaning against the door panel, he let out a long breath, now it's okay, just let him bear everything alone.

On the third day of being brought back, she finally woke up, and she was about to be buried and reborn all of a sudden, just when everyone was incredible, the old and the young appeared, relaying the situation at that time and the practice of cultivating fate and hiding the world.

Unswerving covered her mouth, and the next moment she was about to run out, forgetting to pull her mother, who was still unsteady.

The old man stopped her, "Do you want to make Xiuyuan's life more miserable? It's a matter of time before the Buddha finds out, but Xiuyuan has already made such a choice, he really made a great sacrifice for you, please don't let him down again, he just wants you to live, you just live well." ”

She was stunned, her tears had broken the embankment.

Unswerving did not die, but left indelible seven whip marks on his body.

Xiao Tong looked at him unswervingly, "Let's go, the farther away from here, the better, don't have any more thoughts of seeing Xiuyuan, you and him must never see each other again, do you understand?"

Unswerving bit her lower lip, her body trembled, forgetting to support her mother, unswerving shook her head, "Why, why"

"Remember, there is no why, nothing is fate. The old man said.

Unswerving rushed out, standing outside the cave, on the top of the mountain, she opened her arms and shouted, "Xiuyuan" The empty valley is full of unswerving and mournful echoes.

Forgetting to look at her mother's back, she felt a pain in her heart, but at the same time, she finally understood that the shemale has a different path, and no matter what she does, she will not be able to withstand the regulations of the Three Realms of the Human God and Demon after all.