Old state

This statement could not be more straightforward.

Yang Zigui narrowed his eyes slightly.

He thought it was his biggest secret, but he didn't expect it to be revealed by this little monk.

Who is he?

Yang Zigui is confident that no one else in this world knows about it except himself.That is to say, isn't this beautiful and dignified little monk a human being?

When he thought about it, he asked, and he was not polite: "What are you?"

Ghost?Or Buddha?

The little monk smiled slightly: "If the poor monk has a predestined relationship with the benefactor, the benefactor should know."

What is the difference between saying this and not saying it?

Yang Zigui raised the corners of his mouth and smiled crookedly: "Go out first, kid, I have something to talk to the master about."

Hearing this, Yang Caiqiong pursed her lips and tensed her face, ignoring the little monk who saluted him, and walked straight out.

Yang Zigui smiled and shook his head, watching the child walk out of the door full of displeasure.

The little monk also looked at Yang Caiqiong, and said softly, "The benefactor's smile is more sincere than before."

Yang Zigui didn't take his words, just asked: "What do you want to say?"

Turning around, the little monk said slowly: "The poor monk's Dharma name Zihui was given by the master when he converted to my Buddha. The master said that the poor monk family is a natural spiritual species, and they have great wisdom. It’s just that you need to practice it all the time. Since you have innate wisdom, you must have the heart of benefiting the common people. Only in this way can you be considered complete. Therefore, the poor monk is always practicing and studying the Dharma that benefits all living beings, but he still can’t stop it. Wars broke out frequently, and the common people were devastated."

Zihui's eyes were very serious, and he said word by word: "I am in great pain. I and the world are just a drop in the ocean. Even if I have innate wisdom and acquired hard work, I can't help the current situation. I will go to see Master, please He solved my confusion."

Having said this, he paused for a while, his eyes began to become distant, immersed in the memories of the past.

Before that day, he had not seen Master for nearly a hundred years.It was his fault that he could not always serve the front of his body, but the master did not blame him at all, understanding his difficulties and forbidding him from serving.

It was raining heavily that day, and the sky was very foggy. He didn't wear a coir raincoat. After entering the temple gate, he walked forward on his knees, dragging a long water mark.

The master was sitting in the center of the hall, and he knelt in front of the master, weeping bitterly.

He told about his powerlessness, about his pain in the face of the disasters of the common people, and about his confusion in seeking the way of heaven to no avail.

The master was silent for a while, put his palms together, closed his eyes and stopped looking at him.

He knew that everything was a foregone conclusion.

Human power cannot be changed, demon power cannot be changed, and Buddha power cannot be changed.

This is destiny.

The little monk back then traveled through decades to today, his face is still young, his figure is still upright, but his heart has long been wrinkled like a fruit that has been out of season for many years. Ten years of chaos, natural disasters Man-made disasters are all wrinkles on the fruit.

Zihui closed his eyes and opened them again, but he didn't say anything more to Yang Zigui. He just said simply: "Master said, someone with predestined relationship will come in the future, come to solve my confusion, and come to save the world. He has the world in him." This trend will surely bring an end to the chaos and usher in a prosperous and peaceful world.”

Yang Zigui was unmoved at all: "The person you mentioned is not me, is it? It's Yang Caiqiong?"

Zihui looked deeply into his eyes, but only saw nothingness: "Benefactor, these are the preordained future, none of us can change it, and none of us can violate it."

Yang Zi turned his head and leaned back, leaning against the wall made of bamboo, the corner of his mouth was still smiling casually: "What the hell is God? You say he is a power, so he is a power?"

Is this monk crazy?

According to the history of teaching, it is true that the world will be peaceful after the establishment of the Demon Cult, but the peace of the world has nothing to do with the patriarch. These people must have found the wrong people.

But the bald donkey looked very ill.

Who cares, what does the world have to do with him?

He is not a good person, does not believe in Buddhism, and does not believe in fate.