The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

In the dark shop, Li Chuyi directly recited the Great Compassion Mantra for three days and three nights. The howling of ghosts and wolves was not enough to describe it. Even the true Buddha had to repent when he came.

But at this time, the black-hearted landlady and others were already on the verge of collapse, with a deathly silence in their eyes.

Li Chuyi's eyes became complacent again. This time he would not leave, but the kitchen was in the backyard of the black shop, and he had to cook for them. After all, people could not starve to death.

As for the things in these people's belly, he just let them drag their broken legs to deal with it on their own, as long as they didn't run away anyway.

And when he went to the backyard, sure enough, Fanjiu jumped out again.

With a look of hatred on his face, he went straight to the point: "Everyone, are you giving up like this?"

"We have come to this point, are you willing?"

"Listen to me, at this point, you have no choice but to persist."

"You have done too many evil things in the past. Do you think you can atone for your sins by dying? That would be too easy and too cheap."

"The only way is to drag this disabled body and spend the rest of your life trying to make amends."

Fanjiu sighed, "So everyone, please persist and persist."

"I am with you!"

On the other side, Li Chuyi made a pot of rice and several plates of dishes, and now he is staying here to see what went wrong.

But as soon as I walked in, I was dumbfounded again!

"Really...what a ghost?" He was stunned in place, and his food almost dropped to the ground.

As for this scene, all the living beings on the bloody plain felt depressed in their hearts. Damn it, how could it be such a coincidence that these two people met together?

In addition, the two hundred scavenger monks clasped their hands together, and their expressions became murderous. They were facing the anger of the heretics.

And their eyes fell on the cripples with broken legs. They actually felt a kind of compassion in these disabled people, a kind of pagan false compassion.

Li Chuyi and others were in that county before, where there were many small temples. The Buddha with half black hair and half a bun once said: "Without compassion, you cannot become a Buddha!" '

In the eyes of the scavenger monk, the compassion shown by those cripples and those other so-called Buddhist masters are completely heretical, hypocritical, and false compassion.

Only if they eat carrion and send the hypocritical people to reincarnation, this is true compassion and great kindness.

In the light curtain, Li Chuyi's eyes were stunned and he murmured: "No problem, what I'm reciting is a fake Great Compassion Mantra. I'm reciting it randomly. Why do they feel like they have enlightened?"

However, Mr. Li was still very persistent and actually stayed in the black shop.

The time for chanting sutras gets longer and longer every time, but there is still food to be made, but every time this time, there is an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

One tried desperately to kill, the other tried desperately to save, and the two were repeatedly pulling on the proprietress and the waiter.

Slowly, Li Chuyi's eyes became dull, and a big hole was made in the Bailian Iron Wood Fish. However, Fan Jiu became more energetic, and the bones on the back of his head became much larger.

Later, Li Chu changed his mind again and directly hired a cook to help with the cooking, while he stayed by her side.

Fanjiu was dismissive of this. The last time he saw this group of people, he compiled what he wanted to say into a hundred-word scripture and taught it to the group of people.

When he left, he said: "If you can't persist, you might as well recite it silently a few times. The fragrance of flowers will come naturally, and its taste will be endless."

In the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed.

Fall and winter have passed outside, and it is already early spring.

As soon as Li Chu opened the door, his expression was very forlorn. A cold wind blew by, making him shiver.

There is a light breeze and a slight chill in early spring!

He looked back and saw that the landlady and the five waiters had bright eyes, like the sky after a new rain.

Absolutely no one would have thought that more than half a year ago, they were still a group of villains.

Li Chu left without looking back. This was a sad place that he never wanted to mention again in his life.

Looking back at my small courtyard, it is March, and the tassels and peach blossoms are newly blooming, pink and white, so elegant and suitable.

Opening it just right made him feel much better.

Entering the house, he changed into a black Taoist robe. It was not a Taoist robe, it was just re-made according to that look, and there were no mountains, rivers, sun and moon as embellishments.

The reason why he is dressed in black is because today is the day when the old scholar of the school is buried. He is very old and finally has not survived this spring.

But it would be great to die when the flowers are in bloom.

Since he had no children, he was buried with the help of a group of disciples.

Li Chuyi and Fanjiu were mainly responsible. Previously, the old scholar would say to everyone he met that they were his proud disciples.

The reason why the appearance of the two people remains unchanged is because they are successful in reading and have literary spirit to protect their bodies, and the years have not added to their bodies since then.

The burial place was not far from the small school, so close that you could hear the sound of reading coming from it.

At this time, Li Chuyi, Fanjiu, and some other classmates were all present, as well as the little girl who was disguised as a man. She was dressed in a white dress and burst into tears.

At first she wanted to study as a daughter, but no other academies would accept her. Only this small school with a dozen people could accept her. This old scholar was willing to keep her, and he never mentioned her identity as a woman, pretending he didn't notice it.

Now that she has been a woman for three years, she is no longer as free as before, but the aura and brilliance in her eyes are still the same.

When the old scholar said that culture protects the body and culture nourishes people, perhaps this is what the real meaning is.

Reading makes people wise and really nourishes them!

"Brother Li, why don't you go to that black shop dozens of miles away? I think you've been staying there for the past six months!" Fanjiu said softly.

"I'm not going, and don't mention it again!" Li Chu kept shaking his head.

"What? You're not going?" Fanjiu couldn't help but get excited, "Brother Li, how can you not go? Are you going to give up too?"

At the moment, Li Chuyi was very suspicious and felt that something was wrong, "Brother Fan Jiu, why do you ask that?"

"Well, the teacher didn't teach us when he was alive. He told us to persevere in doing something and never give up halfway. That's why I asked casually." Fanjiu quickly made up for it, but he couldn't reveal his secret.

"Really?"

"Really!" Fan Jiu nodded.

The two stopped talking, but each picked up a hoe and started filling in the soil.

In front of them was a small pit with only a thin coffin in it.

The old scholar said before his death that if he died, just dig a hole and bury him. It would be best if he could be closer to the school.

Li Chuyi and the others did as they were told, so there was no big funeral ceremony. Only some disciples came to see him off.

After a while, a lonely tomb was erected. In front of the tomb was a small wooden tablet with only five words on it: 'Once a scholar'.

At this time, more than a dozen men stood in front of the monument, all dressed in black robes with solemn expressions. The little girl was dressed in a white mourning dress with a sad look on her face.

In the spring, which is full of vitality, the branches are swaying in various colors.

Li Chuyi raised his head amid the dullness. The shadows of the trees were mottled, reflecting his pupils.

Warm sunshine fell through the gaps, falling on them and on the grave.

Li Chuyi smiled knowingly and murmured softly: "This world that I don't know is real or not, if it is real, if it is possible."

"Please let the sunshine fall on this small grave. If it can be more often every day, that would be great!"