At that time, he was extremely pessimistic and felt that he was simply awful. He was not a good man and a woman, and he never thought he had anything worthy of the Buddha's blessing.

But he couldn't even stand up at that time, and he was still a lunatic with mental illness. He couldn't protect the person he wanted to protect.

Even now, he still can't forget the despair at that time.

Therefore, he could only place his hope on the Buddha who mercies all living beings.

Maybe his eyes were too gloomy and out of place with the Buddhist holy land, which scared the pilgrims around him.

Those monks knew that he was an important person, but after saying that he had ordered him, no one was allowed to help him.

When people discovered him, he had already forced himself to the door, his eyes were covered with red blood, and his sweat was like washing it, and his veins were bulging on his forehead and neck, which showed how much pain he was enduring.

Several monks just finished morning class and saw him like this. They didn't know how he had survived this journey. For others, he might only have a dozen steps away. He walked for more than half an hour. Everyone

Shocked and frightened, he quickly helped him.

But he was thrown away with a cold face. What he asked for was only his own business and would never pretend to be someone else.

He knelt on the ground, and his piety was better than everyone in the world.

The monks looked at each other and watched his shaking body pounding head after head.

They couldn't hear anything silently in his mouth, but at that moment, they were all hoping that the Buddha would bless him with all his requests.

Seeing that he couldn't hold on, the monks had to invite the host to come, but he was too stubborn. He wanted the Buddha to bless his princess, but no one could persuade him and dared not force him to act.

In the end, he fainted, and everyone rushed to the vegetarian room behind.

The host contacted the person who sent him, but the other party just said indifferently that they could deal with him simply, saying that the boss said that life and death are fate.

After all, it is a Buddhist important place, and everyone will not watch him die here.

However, the conditions in the temple were poor and the medicines were simple. Chen Zui was very sick and his injuries had not yet been cured. This time he almost killed him.

His high fever did not go away for several days, and several monks took turns to wipe his body and take care of him.

Fortunately, he was so lucky that he really helped him survive.

However, since he woke up, he seemed to have changed. He had a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, which were tightly attached to his skin, and never took them off again.

There was no rehabilitation doctor here, so he gritted his teeth and practiced walking in the room. No matter how painful or tired he was, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

He really couldn't hold on anymore, so he touched the string of Buddhist beads. No one knew what he was thinking. But every time he looked at the string of Buddhist beads, his eyebrows and eyes looked like a living person, and he had a breath of life.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. He got better at a speed visible to the naked eye. At first, his range of movement was mostly in that small room. Later, he could walk slowly in the backyard, waiting for him to walk with the wall.

When he arrived at the front door where the Buddha statue was worshipped, he never took a wheelchair again.

Of course, he never entered that door again.

Just like the one who kowtowed wildly and asked the Buddha for blessing was not him.

He was cold and withdrawn, and could not speak all day, and no one came to talk to him. After a few months, Shi Yanzhi came to pick him up.

Now a few years have passed, and he has not been to that temple again.

"... In the meantime, the Buddha will not bless me, because I am too resentful and have no awe of the Buddha in my heart, so the Buddha will not bless me whatever I ask or wish."

Chen's voice was a little hoarse, and it was obvious that these memories made him unhappy.

But when he talked about these things, his expression was very indifferent, as if these things did not happen to him.

"Brother, everything has passed, and it will get better and better in the future."

Jiang Yan gently held his hand and tried to give him strength.

Chen Ji held her back and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Actually, what he said in time is right, and Buddha will not fulfill me at all."

"Do you know why I didn't go in that empty door again?"

"Because I know that what I want and ask can only be fulfilled by myself."

So, he tried his best to return to her.

The Buddha mercies all living beings, but he only protects her.

No matter how you think about it, he feels at ease.

Chen Zui suddenly laughed lazyly, and Jie Aoi said firmly: "So, Jiang Xiaoyan, it is you who let me hold on."

At that time, the monks thought that he wanted the Buddha to bless him with what he asked for. In fact, he used this method to remind himself that he was coming back.

Jiang Yan said in a gentle voice: "But I am still very grateful to the monks and the Buddha statue."

Without them, he would have only suffered even more during the days when his high fever did not go away.

The Buddha statue aroused his desire to survive. No matter what kind of intention he had to survive, if he survived, it would be worthy of her gratitude for the rest of her life.

"Brother, believe me, you will definitely be a very powerful person in the future. Everyone will look up to you and fear you. Everything you ask and think will come true."

"At that time, you would still be by my side, would you?"

"certainly."

Her answer was pleasant to him without hesitation.

Chen Zui raised his hand and gently pinched the back of her neck, "Okay, after thinking about it this way, the future is still worth looking forward to."

"Brother, then by then, if I really can't make it in the Jiang family..."

"Brother, support you."

When Jiang Yan heard this, his eyes lit up and boasted, "Actually, I am easy to raise, I don't eat much, I have a good temper, a good personality, and I am cute..."

Chen Zui couldn't hold back the corners of her mouth, and there were faint smiles in her dark eyes: "Jiang Yan, were you Wang Po in your previous life?"

Wang Po’s selling melons is not as good as she praises.

"Aren't I said that?" Jiang Yan's little face frowned, "Tell me yourself, are there hundreds of advantages I have on my body?"

"Yes," Chen Zui held his forehead, "We little princess have the most advantages."

Jiang Yan nodded with satisfaction: "Then talk about it, what are my advantages?"

"..."

"Brother, during these few seconds of your silence, you hurt a little girl's sincere and kind heart."

"Well," Chen Zui cleared his throat, "Brother's fault."

When Shi Di went to the toilet, he passed by their place and heard Chen say the most seriously: "You are the cutest, the most beautiful, and the best temper..."

He had goosebumps. Is this the fucking Chen Zui?

It turns out that in private, this is the virtue!

I don’t know who said he wouldn’t coax people!

This is fucking saying that you can't coax people!

Who knew that, then there was a voice that was not very satisfied with Hongyan, "Brother, it's repeated."

Then he thought that Chen Zui should be impatient now.

As a result, Chen Zui paused and continued, "We Jiang Xiaoyan won the heart of our brother the most..."
Chapter completed!