"Little brother!"
Seeing Chen Yi regaining consciousness, the woman was stunned for a while, and then cried with joy. She put aside the golden elixir of flesh and blood and threw herself into his chest: "Oh, little brother..."
"Sister."
Chen Yi murmured softly. Through his memory, he learned that the woman had no father or mother, no name and no surname. Because she always wore a green skirt, she was called Ah Qing by the villagers.
The two have been dependent on each other since childhood. Whether they are related by blood is still open to question.
This period belongs to ten thousand years ago.
It seems that there are no practitioners, and even the skills required for cultivation have disappeared. It is said that a great leader was born in the last era, who burned books and enslaved Confucians, and reversed the flow of time.
On the contrary, gods and Buddhas often appear. They walk in the world of mortals, preaching and preaching. They live the dead, make flesh and bones, rectify the mountains and rivers, bless all living beings, and bring good weather.
Anyway, in Chen Yi's memory, he had only seen the divine and Buddha dependents, that is, the dependents of the nine gods and Buddhas, also known as the dependents, who sacrificed to the gods and Buddhas in exchange for extraordinary abilities.
ten years ago.
Chen Yi ended up in this miserable situation because he offended a favored person of God.
"Amitabha."
The green-skinned novice on the side suddenly spoke, expressionless, interrupting the siblings' reminiscence:
"Last night, the Bodhisattva showed me in a dream that although my brother was lucky enough to be rescued, he still has old wounds that are difficult to heal. If he wants to revive the dead wood, he must voluntarily sacrifice the essence of a hundred years of life."
"Bodhisattvas can show great mercy."
"Accept my brother into my Buddhist door, and he will be a boy under the lotus platform, invincible in all calamities."
Invincible?
Ah.
What a big breath!
Chen Yi had no cultivation at all, but Zhan Fan still had the vision of a white bone fruit tree, flesh and blood golden elixir, and human skin as nourishment. He could tell at a glance that the temple dedicated to him was definitely not a Bodhisattva.
Ancient scriptures have proof: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajna Paramita, always sees that the five aggregates are empty, and survives all hardships. The color of the relic is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not..."
The bodhisattva's heart is not just words on paper.
No matter what.
The Bodhisattva is respected as a dignified leader of Buddhism. Even if he does not preach no desire or pursuit, at least he must be upright and aboveboard, right? Even if there is a plot, it should be based on the belief in incense.
How can anyone harvest the essence of life? How is this move different from that of the demon?
Point three.
The wounds in his body were caused by the Dao, and the Heavenly Dao imprisoned him. Not to mention a Bodhisattva, even if Tathagata Buddha and even the gods and Buddhas in the sky showed their magical powers, they would not dare to guarantee a cure.
Why should he?
Buddhist monks have always valued cause and effect and never lied. So, what exactly is being offered in this temple? How dare you do evil in the name of Bodhisattva, how audacious!
Chen Yi was thinking about how to escape unscathed, but Ah Qing, who didn't understand the world of monks, was convinced of this and even urged: "Brother, don't be stupid."
"You are going to become a member of the Buddha's family."
"This is a blessing that ordinary people can't ask for, so why don't you thank Buddha for your kindness!"
Should I kowtow to him?
Why don't you ask if he can withstand my kneeling?
My wife is asleep, not dead!
"Sister, please go home first. The matter with the Buddha's family is not urgent. We will discuss it later."
"Hey you..."
Hearing the undisguised resistance and perfunctory tone in her words, Ah Qing became anxious. However, before she could give a lesson, the novice monk took the initiative and said, "Amitabha."
"The donor has a point."
"The most important thing in worshiping and worshiping Buddha is a pious heart and sincerity. As the saying goes, sincerity leads to spirituality. The donor is recovering from a serious illness, and it is indeed not suitable to serve the Bodhisattva..."
Ah Qing was about to speak but stopped.
Chen Yi, with quick eyes and quick hands, covered her red lips and without any explanation, forcefully dragged her out of the ruined temple: This is very good, just go with the flow and avoid conflicts.
It's not that I don't care about my sister's thoughts. My sister is too deeply possessed by the devil. If she remains indecisive, loyal and filial, and lets it go, she will only harm her and herself.
The two of them had just reached the mountainside.
The green-skinned monk suddenly chased him out of the ruined temple and shouted at Chen Yi's back:
"The donor stays."
Chen Yi frowned.
The novice monk held a head high in his hand and smiled extremely strangely:
"Donor, your head is gone."
Chen Yi turned around slowly, with no emotion or anger, and stared at the novice calmly.
Eyes facing each other.
The murderous intention suddenly arises.
