I will not have children

The fire was burning fiercely, and there was a slight sound of sparks cracking from time to time. The cold wind blowing in from the door made the fire flicker, just like everyone's hearts were trembling at the moment.The dark hall was filled with a forbidding and terrifying atmosphere. A group of people knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise their heads because sitting on top of the hall was their new leader, Su Ran. He was cruel and cold-blooded, and his methods of torture were extremely cruel.

"Bring people up." The clear and cold words sounded like the voice of a young man in his early twenties at first glance, but there was a strong gloomy and evil spirit that made everyone present tremble with fear.

As soon as the words were finished, several congregants dragged a disheveled and seriously injured man into the main entrance, lowered their heads and said in a low voice, "Report to the leader, the thief has been brought here, please deal with it!"

Wrapped in a red dress, his body is slender and tall, with a thick beard covering half of his face, but his eyes are as sharp as silent bloodthirsty cold weapons, glowing with a cold light leisurely, standing in a high position, he scans slowly and kneels down The people who were crouching, a kind of indifferent and tyrannical aura seemed to penetrate into people's hearts like silk threads, making the legs and stomachs of the kneeling people cramp.

For a long time, this strange and tense silence continued in the hall. Suddenly, he used his profound internal strength to fly towards His Highness, and landed firmly in front of the thief. The two congregants who escorted the thief subconsciously took two steps back on their knees , let go of the arm that was holding on to the thief, and said in a trembling voice, "Master."

The leader in red didn't speak. He looked at the man under his feet with a sneer on his face. After a while of silence, he raised his foot and landed on the man's messy face. The force gradually increased, and the man's face was also trampled by him. The man was deformed and vomited blood slowly. The man stretched his arms and struggled to raise his resentful face. He gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Su Ran, you must die!"

Su Ran looked at the man on the ground mockingly, and said in a cold voice, "It's not a pity to die!" A bright red whip appeared in his hand at some point, and he waved his hand violently. Imbedded in the flesh and embedded in the skin, the blood overflowed instantly, and the person fell straight in a pool of blood, unconscious.

Seeing the man lying on the ground and not moving, Su Ran sneered, his cold eyes glanced at all the congregants present one by one, "Those who betrayed me, Su Ran, will end up like this!"

The majestic and stern voice was very clear in the hall, and it echoed for a long time, stirring everyone's heart. In an instant, the man on the ground was swung out of the door by a strong palm wind, and immediately, Su Ran also Disappeared from the hall.

There was a loud bang from the bedroom door, Su Ran walked quickly to the bed and sat down while leaning on the wall, and with a wave of his hand, the wide open door was instantly shut tightly

He squinted his eyes and lay on the side of the bed. The color of his face had been replaced by an abnormal flush. At this time, he was covered with sweat, and he breathed with his mouth slightly open, but what he exhaled was extremely scorching breath. The fierceness in the main hall had completely disappeared at this time, and there seemed to be a strong real fire burning him in his lower abdomen, and his body trembled more and more with the rapid breathing.

With white, slender fingers with well-defined bones, he reached into the dark compartment on the bed, took out a white jade medicine bottle, quickly swallowed a pill, and then tore off the belt.His hands hung limply by the sides of his legs.

At this time, his slightly upturned eyes were half-closed, his eyelashes looked a little wet, his vision became blurred, and his cheeks were slightly flushed like rouge, which made the image of the vicious beard more intriguing. charming.

Even with the pills in his mouth, Su Ran still felt dizzy and hot. He frowned and sat cross-legged on the bed. The weak arm quickly covered his mouth, for fear that he would make that disgusting sound.

After he gradually got used to it, he exhaled, concentrated his internal energy on his dantian, and carefully introduced it into the source of the scorching heat in his lower abdomen, nourishing it slowly. The scorching heat that was clamoring to break through his body seemed to be appeased, and his body temperature gradually increased. Moderate and keep calm.

After about an hour, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes returned to stern and indifferent, his fists gradually clenched, and the moment he raised his head, the table and chair decorations in the room were smashed to pieces.

Damn it!The internal strength has decreased by [-]%!Su Ran narrowed his eyes and looked at his hands, thinking to himself, if this continues, not to mention the position of leader just won, even his own life will be lost!

The vast green hills are clearly outlined in the clear sky thousands of miles away. The Shaolin Temple, which is famous for its martial arts, is located here. There are gurgling streams and clear streams, and the trees are verdant. The tall monk was contemplating martial arts moves, completely absorbed in his own world, and never noticed someone walking in his direction from afar.

"Senior brother! Senior brother! The abbot asked me to call you!" The little monk finally pushed aside the weeds and branches blocking him, and stood at the place where his senior brother was practicing in seclusion.

Only then did Ji Chun come back to his senses, lowered his head and adjusted his simple and plain monk clothes, approached the little monk and touched his bald head, "Junior Brother Wu Zhi, what is Master calling me for?"

The little monk Wu Zhi blinked his eyes with a smile, shrugged his shoulders to show that he didn't know, but he enjoyed his senior brother touching his head, "Maybe...maybe he hasn't seen you for a long time..."

Ji Chun nodded, knowing that since the master sent someone to look for him, there must be something important, he didn't think about it, and he would know when he saw the master. "Then let's go back."

After going out of the back mountain and bypassing several courtyards where monks lived, we arrived at Abbot Huikong's meditation room. After knocking on the door lightly, he heard an old voice from inside, "Is it Jichun? Come in."

Ji Chun pushed open the door and stepped in, and saw Hui Kong looking at him, "Ji Chun, how long have you been in retreat?"

"It's been a year and five months since I answered Master's words." Ji Chun replied respectfully with his head bowed slightly, his voice was low and undulating, without any extra movements, quietly like a beautiful landscape painting.

"Well, it's been more than a year. Not long ago, the family of the Ouyang League leader who was kind to this temple was destroyed. Only the youngest son left is now living in Tiangang sect. Life is good and good... Xu Zhen, the head of the Tiangang Sect, wrote yesterday saying that the important medicinal material for treating Mr. Ouyang is the Ximai ginseng of this temple. I hope that Shaolin can help, so today the old monk called you over and ordered you to go to Jeju Send medicinal materials to show Shaolin's condolences, would you like to go?"

"Ji Chun would like to follow Master's arrangement," the voice remained calm and respectful as before.

"Goodness, goodness, since you entered the temple at the age of three, you have never had the opportunity to go down the mountain to practice. This is your first time traveling far. Remember not to be blinded by secular temptations on the way, maintain a pure Buddha heart, and be kind to others..." Listen Hearing the abbot who always treated him with compassion and care, Ji Chun clenched his fists tightly, knowing that Master was worried, but he had to let him go through the reluctance and worry.

"Master, don't worry, Jichun will always remember your teachings, and never dare to slack down the mountain." Jichun raised his eyes, and his clear and firm eyes solemnly passed into Huikong's old and cloudy eyes.

"Okay, okay, it's getting late, so you go to pack your luggage and get some money, and get the pulse-washing ginseng from your uncle Huidao, then go down the mountain, be careful." Hui Kong nodded slowly, lifted the The wrinkled and speckled hands waved, indicating that Jichun could leave.

Ji Chun didn't say anything more, he bowed and withdrew.Along the winding corridors, bypassing the Sutra pavilions and Buddhist halls, he soon arrived at the meditation room where he lived all the year round. During the more than one year of retreat, Wu Zhi lived alone in this room. room.As soon as he stretched out his hand to push the door, the door opened from the inside, and the round, fat face of the little junior was in front of him.

"Senior brother! What did the abbot call you for just now?" Junior brother Wu Zhi hurriedly asked his brother to come in, and followed him in circles curiously. He was assigned to live with his brother later, and he had only lived here for half a year. Houshan has practiced cultivation, although the two brothers and sisters have not been together for a long time, Ji Chun's reputation and character in the temple are deeply respected and loved by all the brothers and sisters, and Wu Zhi is one of them.

"Master ordered me to go down the mountain to deal with some things, come here to pack my luggage now." Ji Chun gave a brief explanation to Chao Wu Zhi, and then began to pack his luggage, the expression on his face was always indifferent, like a piece of wood floating in the clear sky. Floating clouds, the wind is light and the clouds are calm, and it is like the clear stream flowing in the mountains, long and long, without the excitement and joy of going down the mountain, nor the worry and fear of the road ahead.

"Brother, when are you coming back? Be careful along the way." Wu Zhi also stepped forward to help deliver the things, and asked his senior brother reluctantly. He had just returned from the back mountain, and he had to leave again before staying for an hour. Yes, it really made him depressed and distressed.

Ji Chun didn't have much to bring, just two change of monk's clothes, some needles and thread, a water bag and a few scriptures, and he was ready to go. Originally, everything needs to be kept simple when going out of the rivers and lakes, let alone a monk in a monastery. It is not even the slightest bit cumbersome.Standing up with the burden on his back, he lightly patted Wu Zhi's junior brother on the shoulder, signaling him to rest assured, "I'll be back when things are over, junior brother doesn't need to worry about it."

After saying that, he stepped out of the door to the Treasure Pavilion, took the Ximai Ginseng and put it away properly, bid farewell to all the senior brothers, and went down the mountain alone with his burden on his back.

The distance between Shaolin Temple and Jeju was as long as one month. Fortunately, it was a genius doctor from the Sacred Valley of Medicine who continued the life of the leader's son, and the time was not so tight, so I wrote to ask Shaolin for help.Ji Chun is rigorous and responsible by nature, and when he got this task, he didn't delay on the way, and set off towards Jeju while the weather was still early.