Old state

Xu Shi saw his disdain, Zihui didn't say anything, just put his hands together, and bowed twice, his eyes seemed to be apologetic.

He walked out slowly, heaving a sigh of relief.Although do your best to obey the destiny.But the destiny that has been written long ago, are you fighting or not?

He had taken his clansmen to hide in the deep mountains, but he had no choice...

Anyway, always give it a try.

It's just that he claims to be upright, but he still has to use those low-level methods.

Zihui stopped slowly.

The old man who answered his questions a hundred years ago is no longer there.What to do now is up to him, his one step may be just a wrong step, and it will never be redone.

How exactly?

He looks at the sky.

Today is not a good weather, cloudy, I am afraid it will rain.

In this vast and deep mountain, there are countless clouds, let alone the secular world?

After practicing Buddhism for many years, if he does not have a heart of compassion, the master will not lead him into the Tao.Now he has a little bit of self-preservation power because of his centuries-old practice, and he can also protect his own family, but what about the common people in the world?

He is different from Yang Shaoxia in the room, he is not a casual and free-spirited Jiang Hu, he is the head of the clan, and a Buddhist disciple. If he wants to do something, he must always think about his clan and God's will.

Is the path he took, right or wrong?

No one could give him an answer.

Yang Caiqiong next to him looked at him curiously.

Although he didn't like this nagging monk, it was obvious that the uncle didn't give him a good face. In this case, he should show kindness and give him a smiling face.

Zihui was just confused for a while, when he woke up, he saw the child next to him.

This future lord of the world, the lord of the common people, is just a child now.Zihui sighed, is common life important?Or is this person's heart important?

It is really hard for him to judge which is more important.

Yang Caiqiong watched this young and immature little monk slowly walking towards him, his washed white robes fluttering gently in the wind, he walked up to him, squatted down, and asked him softly: "Little benefactor , I have a question for you. If you can save the world, are you willing or not?"

Yang Caiqiong didn't expect him to say this, he paused for a moment, neither said yes nor no, and asked instead: "Then are you willing?"

Zihui didn't expect him to ask such a question, so he paused, looking at the child who was only eight years old, who suffered too much before, is not tall, skinny, although it can be seen that he has been raised well this month , but the foundation is too poor, I lost too much in the past, and because of too much worry, it will take a while to fully recover.

Can such a thin and almost weak child take on such a big responsibility?

He looked at the children beside him and said softly, "Of course I am willing. If I can save the world, I can die with my own life."

The child seemed to be amused by him: "Aren't you a monk? How do you believe in it?"

Zihui looked at him and smiled gently.He flicked up the hem of his clothes, sat cross-legged on the ground, and clasped his hands together: "No matter what you believe in, the Tao is the Tao. Salvation is the Tao, and the destiny is also the Tao."

Yang Caiqiong frowned, and sat on the ground like him: "Salvation is the way, why is the destiny?"

Zihui closed his eyes and said softly: "There are three thousand ways of Taoism. For the poor monk, salvation is the Buddha's heart of the poor monk, and the way of heaven is the Buddha's way of the poor monk. The poor monk's master once taught the poor monk not to go against the sky, the destiny of heaven. It cannot be violated, the will of heaven cannot be reversed, this is the way of the poor monk. But now..."

Yang Caiqiong had never heard of this before, and just as he was getting excited, the little monk suddenly fell silent.He tugged at the young monk's monk's robe curiously: "Go on."

Zihui just smiled, but stopped talking, and instead asked, "Then what is your way?"

My way?Yang Caiqiong froze for a moment, what did he say?

"I don't believe in Buddhism, I don't believe in it, and I don't believe in the inevitability of the destiny. How can I have Tao?"

"What do you want? What do you want to fight for all your life? What is it that you can't let go of in your life?"

Three questions in a row made Yang Caiqiong's face change.

Today, he just made up his mind to spend the rest of his life on revenge and...

Somehow, he didn't want to say another thing, just muttered: "Revenge?"

Zihui smiled and said: "With your ability, it will take a few years at most to get revenge. After that? What do you want to do?"

He didn't persuade him not to spend the rest of his life on hatred, nor did he persuade him to let go of hatred and forgive the world, he just lightly and skillfully diverted the matter of "revenge".

Yang Caiqiong was stunned: "Except for revenge, that is, that is..."

It was rare for Zihui to be reasonable, and he smiled slightly and said, "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it, you just need to know for yourself, this matter is your way."

Yang Zigui, is it his way?

He was just ignorant before, didn't know anything, took gratitude as liking, shyness as liking, admiration as liking, he's been in hell for too long, he hasn't had normal interpersonal communication for too long, he doesn't understand what is Normal feelings, he regards all his feelings for Yang Zigui as liking.

But that is clearly not the case.

What is it like?

The most important point, isn't it possessive?

He only felt gratitude, admiration, and distress, but he didn't have the slightest bit of possession.

Now, this bald donkey told him that uncle is his way?

It's his, don't you?