In an ancient temple on the border of China, eight old monks wearing red cassocks sat around a marble-carved eight-treasure lotus altar, formed a seal of Nirvana and quietness with their hands, and kept reciting the mantra of rebirth in their mouths.

Namo Amitabha night, Dotagado night, Dodiye night, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Alley... The mysterious scriptures lingered in the majestic hall with the sound of wooden fish. The ethereal Sanskrit sound penetrated the air and thick brick walls, and merged into the vast and distant blue sky outside the hall under the loading of clouds.

In a corner of the hall, a tall man in a black suit was kneeling on the futon, his hands folded, his eyes closed, and his pale lips kept reciting scriptures, with a solemn expression.

A young monk wearing a magnolia robe and in his early twenties sat by the side, looking at the other person from the corner of his eyes.

The man is very tall and has a healthy appearance, but his slightly purple lips reveal the secret of his first recovery from a serious illness. As early as half a year ago, there were rumors that a man suffered from a serious heart disease and his life was not long. The man's family is one of the most prominent families in China. He himself is a genius with superb abilities. He surpassed his father and several uncles at the age of 25, and took the position of head of the family, and brought the family that was in the state of death out of the quagmire and pushed to the peak.

The humble ones die like smoke and the superior ones die like a mountain. The life and death of a man determine the prosperity and decline of a family and will also change the fate of many people. As soon as the news came out, he attracted many attention, but the man never denied the rumors, but disappeared completely from the public's sight.

Half a year later, when everyone thought that the man was no longer in the world and was ready to attack his family, the man suddenly appeared in a high profile and used thunderous means to deal with the restless forces of all parties. The rumors were self-defeating.

However, the young monk beside him knew that it was not a rumor. Although the monk was still young and his cultivation was not as good as the eight elders, the simple technique of facing him could not defeat him. The man half a year ago clearly had a look of death, but half a year later, his death was gone and his life spanned. However, a dark and thick evil aura lingered between his eyebrows, which was quite a sign of being possessed by the demon.

This is to take away other people's lifespans and change their lives, so they are affected by evil causes and evil! The young monk chanted the Buddha's words to the man on the TV screen.

Half a month later, when the man brought the Buddhist treasure True Buddha relics to him, he realized that it was not someone else who saved the man's life, but the other party's sister, a twin child, with blood thicker than water. She exchanged her heart for her brother and passed away quietly.

The monks don't want to know how many dark and obscure and dirty inner stories there are. The monks don't want to know. The true Buddha relics are originally holy objects in the temple. They finally return after being lost for two thousand years. They cannot refuse any requests from men, even if the men have to use the lifelong cultivation of the eight elders to send their sister to reincarnation, so that their sister can live a smooth life in the next life and be prosperous and healthy.

The lifelong cultivation of the eight elders has a total of four or five hundred years of luck. This donor is really brave enough to speak! Thinking of this, the monk frowned secretly.

The sound of the wooden fish stopped, and the ethereal sound of the Buddhist scent echoed in the empty hall for a long time. The rich Buddha fragrance came from the ice jade box placed in the middle of the altar, refreshing.

The eight elders slowly opened their eyes. Because they lost most of their cultivation, the wrinkles on their faces became more and more crisscrossed and their bodies were hunched down.

"Amitabha, finally, I have lived up to the donor's entrustion." The oldest monk stood up and walked to the altar to pick up the ice jade box.

The man also opened his eyes and said nothing. He kowtowed three times and stepped forward, taking the biting cold box.

The old monk took the lead and walked out of the hall, and the rest followed slowly, and walked to the depths of the temple to stand under a huge Bodhi tree.

"Just put the lotus seeds into the water." The old monk pointed to a small pond five feet square under the tree.

The man didn't ask much, carefully opened the lid of the box and held the lotus seeds emitting rich Buddha fragrance in his palm. His solemn and pious expression seemed to be holding the whole world by himself.

But hers is indeed his entire world, the whole meaning of his life, and he is reluctant to let go.

The monks waited quietly. After half an hour, the young monk was the most uneasy and whispered to comfort him, "Mr. Yu, let it go. With the blessing of eight master uncles throughout their life, Miss Yu will definitely be blessed and healthy in the next life and everything goes well."

The man ignored the sound and pressed the lotus seeds tightly against his chest, with his expression as if he was enduring. After several minutes, he walked to the edge of the pond step by step, bent down and sent the lotus seeds into the clear water. If it weren't for the cremation of his sister's body when he woke up, how could he be willing to just send her into the cycle of reincarnation? Even if he was against the will of heaven, he would have to make her come back to life.

The water surface was filled with ripples, and a miraculous scene happened in front of the man. A few tender green lotus leaves broke through the boiling water waves and grew up quickly. They became lush in two or three seconds. A long thin stem swayed in the wind with a pink bud, and a few drops of crystal clear water droplets were stained on it, which looked so unlovely.

The Buddha incense in the ancient temple was instantly replaced by the elegant lotus incense. The eight old monks put their hands together and recited "Amitabha" together.

The man was well-informed and knowledgeable. Seeing this scene, he was stunned for a few seconds before returning to his senses. He eased his cold and hard expression for the first time and spoke sincerely, "It took several masters' lifelong skills, and Yu was ashamed."

"The Buddha cuts his flesh and feeds the eagle and sacrifices his body to feed the tiger. What kind of complaints do you have to seek benevolence and get benevolence? The same is true for us. The female donor has entered the samsara of reincarnation and will surely be unparalleled in good fortune and auspicious stars shine. It is not too early, so please come back." The old monk said lightly.

The man thanked again, stood by the pool for a while, but left reluctantly. When he walked out of the temple, he saw his mother waiting at the door, with a worried expression, and a dark and strong evil spirit condensed between his eyebrows. He would not let anyone who forced her and harmed her go!

Eight elders walked into the pagoda serpent and sat around the real Buddha's relics to enter into meditation. The heavy pagoda gate creaked and opened again was unknown how many years later.

The young monk let out a sigh of relief, sneaked into the hall while no one was paying attention, climbed up to the eight-treasure lotus altar, and flipped out a book from the cushion placed in the ice jade box, and said to himself, "It is a barely necessary to send a ghost to the vast world for four or five hundred years of cultivation, let alone ensure that she is unparalleled and rich and auspicious. The eight uncles of the masters have a dull personality and will do their best. After the ritual is not good, they will pass away one after another. In order to save the lives of all uncles, I have no choice but to ask the Buddha for forgiveness."

He folded his hands together, bowed to the Buddha statue in the hall, straightened his waist and wiped off the star-moving and turning array carved with cinnabar on the cover, while comforting himself, "She is a woman in the world, and does not need spiritual cultivation. The great thousand realm or small thousand realm should be okay for her? This is a romance novel without much twists and turns. The author also marked the sweet pet article, he, the loyal dog man. She has been lucky for four hundred years, and she can still get a heroine. Unexpectedly, the daughters of the big family also like to read this kind of novel... "

He looked at two pages casually, his face gradually turned blue, and he turned back at an extremely fast speed. After a while, he collapsed on the lotus platform and covered his face and lamented. He was also a genius, otherwise how could he become the host of the thousand-year-old temple at a young age? Reading a novel of four or five hundred pages in three minutes is as simple as eating and drinking water.

But there are times when geniuses are falling apart, this time. He asked the man for the relics of the female donor to perform rituals. This book is in it. The moment he picked up the book, he immediately had the idea of ​​turning into a small realm. He glanced at the introduction again, and thought there was no problem, so he decided it as a medium.

Looking at this time, my regretful intestines are blue.

This book is indeed sweet, he, but it's so dying. The female cannon fodder in the book happens to have the same name and surname as the female donor, and they are both named Yu Xiang. What's more coincidental is that Yu Xiang was injured when she was young and was not good at doing things, and his fate was similar to the female donor. It can be imagined that the two of them have extremely high compatibility, both souls and bodies, and 80% of them will be integrated together.

Thinking of the fate of "Yu Xiang" in the book, the monk lamented again.

This is a bloody story about holding the wrong child. A merchant family and a noble family traveled at the same time. The mistresses of both families were pregnant and the month was similar. On the way, they encountered bandits robbed him. They escaped from the siege under the escort of their servants and hid in the cave to take refuge. Both of them had premature birth due to busy men and critical situations. Both families gave birth to daughters. The wet nurse of the noble family accidentally hugged the wrong child. After returning home, she found that although the color and pattern of the child's swaddle clothes were the same, the fabric was very cheap, so she came back to the taste.

But the head of the family died of bandits and the mistress was heartbroken. She had to let the head of the family go to bury her, and her children would be implicated. After thinking about it, she finally chose to keep silent. Over time, she became heart-wrenching and went there after a few years. She told the mistress about the matter before she died.

Since then, "Yu Xiang" has become a bastard from a daughter of the Marquis's Mansion to a bastard who comes from somewhere. She is despised everywhere and bullied at all times. Because of her bad behavior, she has developed a gloomy and inferior personality. After the heroine returns, she witnesses how the heroine is so glorious and so full of charm and loves her spring breeze. The resentment she accumulated in her heart completely explodes, and she embarks on the road of no return against the heroine. She is eventually designed to marry a wolf in the middle of the mountain and dies of abuse.

The main woman has luck, she must be scheming and has a very cruel personality. She finally supports her husband to ascend the throne and wears her phoenix robe. This master sold the person and had to count the money for her. Even her outstanding ability and amazing talented Feng Yi's legitimate brother and prince were fooled by her and eventually defeated her.

How could such a person be able to compete with Yu Xiang, who has been paralyzed since childhood and has never been in contact with the outside world?

The monk covered his cheeks and felt the toothache was severe, and murmured, "Four or five hundred years of cultivation are enough for the female donor to be safe, right? She has been paralyzed since childhood, and she should be able to get used to a bad body. It's okay, it will definitely be fine! The Buddha will definitely bless her!"

Just as he was muttering, a little novice monk ran in panic and shouted, "It's not good, host, that lotus flower has been planted in the water. We are afraid of breaking the rhizome and not daring to fish it out. Go and take a look!"

The monk rolled and crawled to the backyard, and saw the erect stem pouring into the water, leaving only the tips of the buds exposed to the water, and several leaves also had signs of withering, which looked very pitiful.

The monk jumped into the pond to support him, and then inserted a bamboo branch into the water, tied it with the thin stems of the lotus. After working hard for a long time, he finally got it done.

The little shaki monk looked at the wilted lotus and said with a frown, "Master Yu said he would come to the temple to stay for a few days every month. If he saw this scene, he would definitely not help our big Buddha reshape the golden body! What should he do?"

The monk twisted his wet clothes while opening his mouth in pain, "Put all my spirit stones into the pond, add another pool of spirit stones for four or five hundred years of cultivation. Even if the lotus roots are broken, it should grow! Go quickly!"

The little novice monk agreed repeatedly and poured all the spirit stones that the presided over for more than ten years into the pool. After a while, the green water of the pond gradually became clear, and a layer of ethereal white mist appeared, which set off the budding lotus flowers, making them look extremely beautiful.

The monk then sighed and secretly recited "Amitabha". The Buddha was right, and he could not do this deceiving person.
Chapter completed!