Zhao Jiner was so beautiful, "You, what did you say?"

The monk grinned, "Mencius does not lie."

Qin Muxiu realized that something was wrong with this great monk, pulled Zhao Jin'er aside, turned cold and said lightly, "Master, my son is young, don't scare her."

The monk sighed, "I don't really mean this. In ancient times, Bodhisattvas cut flesh and feed eagles. I just imitated me. The female donor is a kind-hearted person and should be able to understand what I do."

Qin Muxiu was a little angry, "If you want to preach the Dharma and preach, find someone else."

"The Buddha's fate is for you!" If the great monk stared at Qin Muxiu with deep meaning, "Donor, there is a cloud of black air above your head. If it weren't for being surrounded by the golden light of your wife, I would have been... Huh..."

The monk looked at Qin Muxiu hard, and his eyes suddenly showed a sense of horror, "Donor, you, you..."

Qin Muxiu looked at his terrifying eyes, suddenly realized something, and asked back, "What's wrong with me?"

"A man lives for a lifetime and grass lives for a spring, and the donor can toss and turn in the cycle of reincarnation..."

Qin Muxiu's pupils suddenly contracted, "What did you say?"

The monk looked at Zhao Jiner who was beside him intentionally or unintentionally, folded his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and muttered something in his mouth.

"Donor, your resentment, hostility, and killing karma are too heavy. God has the virtue of being a virtuous person. He originally wanted to save you from the sea of ​​suffering, but you were immersed in several degrees and have not been able to understand it, causing thousands of creatures to fall into the state of suffering with you over and over again. This reincarnation is your last chance."

Qin Muxiu's heart jumped up all of them.

What does the monk's words mean?

Isn't this his first time reborn?

He has struggled several times in this painful fate?

Every time, like the previous encounter, for the sake of power and hatred, he fought with the current emperor to the death, which eventually led to war and devastation in the end?

If this is his destiny, then this time, can he get rid of the control of destiny?

Qin Muxiu was already sweating in cold sweat.

The great monk stood up at some point, not as weak as he had just now, and was even one head taller than Qin Muxiu!

She has a skinny figure and a fierce face, but her eyes, with compassion for all living beings.

It's like the Vajra Rakshasa in a temple!

"Donor, I advise you to cherish the person in front of you! Whether you can get rid of the cycle of reincarnation depends on this female donor!"

After saying that, he stepped on his feet and left slowly.

He was still singing crazy.

"Everyone in the world knows that gods and immortals are good, but only fame and fortune cannot be forgotten! Where are the generals and ministers in ancient and modern times? A pile of grass is gone for the deserted tomb!"

Qin Muxiu was stunned for a long time, but Zhao Jiner pulled him, "Honey, my husband?"

Qin Muxiu came to his senses, "Hmm?"

"That big monk is so strange! He was still half dead just now, but why did he suddenly run away? In the blink of an eye, the person is gone!" Zhao Jiner couldn't help but mutter, "Who is this? I've been crazy for a long time, and I don't know what he is talking about."

Qin Muxiu felt as if he had been sucked, put his arm on Zhao Jiner's shoulder before barely standing firmly, "Go home."

Zhao Jiner then realized that he was pale and sweaty on his forehead, as if he had a serious illness, "Ah! Husband, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Muxiu held his forehead and forced a smile at her, "It's nothing, I just suddenly felt a little panicked."

Zhao Jin'er quickly stood on his chest and tried to block his body with her thin back to prevent him from falling. He then found a small pill from his waist and pocket and stuffed it into Qin Muxiu's mouth.

Qin Muxiu chewed it, and a coolness surged into his mind. His spirit suddenly became much clearer, but his head still hurt a lot.

"My husband, go to the back, I'll catch the bus." Zhao Jin'er helped Qin Muxiu to the carriage and let him lean against the fabric.

Qin Muxiu was not a show-off, so he did not refuse, and he lie on his back at the end, and did not forget to instruct, "Be careful when driving the car."
Chapter completed!