"It's only today that I realized that I can't forgive those innocent children, I can't forgive you, and I can't even forgive myself. You were allowed to go astray like this without even saying a word. Now you are reaping the consequences..."
"Grandpa doesn't mean to put the blame on you. He just hopes that you can face yourself and the things around you, think and grow, and don't be like the past."
"Not everything is as simple as you think, and not everything can be saved. If you leave home, leave me, leave Xunyang City, you will encounter countless crises and meet countless people, and you will also meet countless people in the future. Suffering countless sins is inevitable. It is a road that every monk must walk, and you have to walk it sooner or later."
"You were born well, and you were born with things that many monks never had or even could never have in their lifetime. But this does not mean that these things will always be yours, because if you do not have the ability, these resources will gradually be lost and become someone else's. Things. And you will be the one eliminated by the resources. After all, there are plenty of resources that people are grabbing, but the fool who occupies the resources only gets the word "death."
"I'm old. Your parents don't have so much energy to take care of you. If you don't learn to grow up, you will suffer one day, not like you are now, let alone those petty fights, but a life and death battle."
"Grandpa will never be able to save you then."
At some point, the person on the couch started covering his eyes and crying silently, his shoulders twitching, covering his dim eyes, as if this could conceal his true emotions.
"Seeing you like this..." Cui Ying seemed to have been stabbed, his eyes were empty, as if he didn't dare to look: "My grandfather also felt distressed. He also hated it so much that he wished he could cut that man into pieces. But this also makes up for it. Hatred cannot heal you without the hurt you have suffered. Only by truly stepping out and cleaning up the rotten flesh bit by bit can you be cured."
"I'll wait for you to get well again."
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"Hmm..." A thick nasal voice sounded for a long time, weak but with an imperceptible hardness.
"Okay, okay! Good boy. This is my granddaughter Cui Ying... Don't be afraid, your suffering will not be in vain. Grandfather will definitely support justice for you, and that vicious villain will not be far away. Grandfather, etc. Let's look forward to this day." At this point, Zhenjun Chongri's face was so gloomy that he could almost shed water. The corners of his mouth curved dangerously.
"Come, drink the medicine. Your injury... also needs to be cured. If it is repaired with elixirs, the veins at the cross-section will shrink a little, which will be troublesome if there is a chance to repair it in the future."
"I learned about this from a fellow Taoist. He said that you can use secular herbal decoctions, supplemented by spiritual power to warm and nourish the yang, to temporarily keep the meridians of the severed limb unsealed and keep you alive. If there is an opportunity or a way in the future, It’s much simpler. Just..."
True Lord Chongri hesitated a little, seeming to be worried about something.
"...It's just that the process may be a little more painful and the recovery period will be longer. What do you mean?"
"I'll use medicinal soup." He coaxed, and everyone felt mysterious. Is he crazy? Or am I crazy.
"good."
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"Master, have you heard about what's going on outside?" In a field outside Xunyang City, a thin man was lazily playing on the soft grass, while the person asking the question was carefully inserting fish in the river not far away. The scene was a bit funny.
"What did you hear?"
"It's the farce in the east of the city."
"I heard a little about it, but I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. I only knew a little bit."
"Oh, what a pity."
"What are you regretting?" People who were not interested at first became somewhat interested.
"Nothing, I'm just lamenting that a person who has everything can still think too hard, make all kinds of messes, and turn a good hand into a bad one."
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"You were born well, and you were born with things that many monks never had or even could never have in their lifetime. But this does not mean that these things will always be yours, because if you do not have the ability, these resources will gradually be lost and become someone else's. Things. And you will be the one eliminated by the resources. After all, there are plenty of resources that people are grabbing, but the fool who occupies the resources only gets the word "death."
"I'm old. Your parents don't have so much energy to take care of you. If you don't learn to grow up, you will suffer one day, not like you are now, let alone those petty fights, but a life and death battle."
"Grandpa will never be able to save you then."
At some point, the person on the couch started covering his eyes and crying silently, his shoulders twitching, covering his dim eyes, as if this could conceal his true emotions.
"Seeing you like this..." Cui Ying seemed to have been stabbed, his eyes were empty, as if he didn't dare to look: "My grandfather also felt distressed. He also hated it so much that he wished he could cut that man into pieces. But this also makes up for it. Hatred cannot heal you without the hurt you have suffered. Only by truly stepping out and cleaning up the rotten flesh bit by bit can you be cured."
"I'll wait for you to get well again."
…
"Hmm..." A thick nasal voice sounded for a long time, weak but with an imperceptible hardness.
"Okay, okay! Good boy. This is my granddaughter Cui Ying... Don't be afraid, your suffering will not be in vain. Grandfather will definitely support justice for you, and that vicious villain will not be far away. Grandfather, etc. Let's look forward to this day." At this point, Zhenjun Chongri's face was so gloomy that he could almost shed water. The corners of his mouth curved dangerously.
"Come, drink the medicine. Your injury... also needs to be cured. If it is repaired with elixirs, the veins at the cross-section will shrink a little, which will be troublesome if there is a chance to repair it in the future."
"I learned about this from a fellow Taoist. He said that you can use secular herbal decoctions, supplemented by spiritual power to warm and nourish the yang, to temporarily keep the meridians of the severed limb unsealed and keep you alive. If there is an opportunity or a way in the future, It’s much simpler. Just..."
True Lord Chongri hesitated a little, seeming to be worried about something.
"...It's just that the process may be a little more painful and the recovery period will be longer. What do you mean?"
"I'll use medicinal soup." He coaxed, and everyone felt mysterious. Is he crazy? Or am I crazy.
"good."
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"Master, have you heard about what's going on outside?" In a field outside Xunyang City, a thin man was lazily playing on the soft grass, while the person asking the question was carefully inserting fish in the river not far away. The scene was a bit funny.
"What did you hear?"
"It's the farce in the east of the city."
"I heard a little about it, but I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. I only knew a little bit."
"Oh, what a pity."
"What are you regretting?" People who were not interested at first became somewhat interested.
"Nothing, I'm just lamenting that a person who has everything can still think too hard, make all kinds of messes, and turn a good hand into a bad one."
