"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, but whether they are related by blood remains to be discussed.

This period belongs to 10,000 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 teaching, living dead, flesh and bones, rectifying the mountains and rivers, blessing all living beings, and bringing 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 monk on the side suddenly spoke with no expression on his face, interrupting the sister and brother's reminiscence:

"Last night, the Bodhisattva told 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 compassion."

"Accept my disciple into my Buddhist sect and become a boy under the lotus platform, invincible in all calamities."

Invincible?

Oh.

What a big breath!

Chen Yi had no cultivation at all, but Zhan Fan still had the vision. With the white-bone fruit tree, the golden elixir of flesh and blood, and human skin as nourishment, he could tell at a glance that the temple dedicated to him was definitely not a Bodhisattva.

There is evidence from ancient scriptures: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajna Paramita, always sees that the five aggregates are empty, and survives all hardships. The relics are not empty in color, and empty..."

The bodhisattva's heart is not just words on paper.

No matter how bad it is.

The Bodhisattva is respected as a dignified leader of Buddhism. Even if he does not say that he has no desires and no demands, at least he must be upright. Even if he has an agenda, 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 demons and monsters?

The third point.

The wound in his body was a Tao injury, imprisoned by the Way of Heaven. 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 promise to cure it.

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 a 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: "Little brother, don't be stupid."

"You are going to become a member of the Buddha."

"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 talk about 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 is indeed not suitable to serve the Bodhisattva..."

Ah Qing was about to speak but stopped.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Chen Yi 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, ignorant of loyalty and filial piety, and lets it go, she will only harm her and herself.

The two of them had just reached the mountainside.

The green-skinned novice monk suddenly chased him out of the ruined temple and shouted at Chen Yi's back:

"The donor remains."

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.
Chapter completed!