"Atonement?" I couldn't help laughing out loud as if I heard the huge joke, "Your mother did not offend me, and did not do anything to me, can you use your sins?"

What a nice joke, they took themselves too seriously and felt sorry for me.

Atonement?

I have not taken the sufferings of the world, so why should I atone for sins?

Amid my laughter, Si Yanqi's white forehead hit the ground, dusted: "Your Highness knows in his heart, I ask Your Highness to fulfill his wishes and give me a chance."

My smile came to an abrupt end and said in a calm voice: "Don't take yourself seriously. In my eyes, you are nothing, otherwise, if your mother dies, I will never fail to come back."

"Your Highness!" He called me: "If you don't have me in the southern border, you can prosper. If you don't have your highness in the southern border, it will be a real disaster. I hope your highness will succeed."

"A catastrophe?" I laughed foolishly again and said hilariously: "What are you thinking about? You are my Buddha's compassion, I am the high priest above millions of people. We are different and do not plan together. We live forever? The wind and moon are all in the sky? You and I are both mortals, so how many live forever?"

"Don't be naive, who will I atone for you? If I didn't become a high priest, I would have lost my life long ago. Do you need you to redeem your life? Since you want to jump from this world to another world, be your monk and cultivate your world well. The destruction of southern borders is not something you should worry about."

The heights are so cold that I know better than anyone else.

But I would rather stand on a high place than stand on a low place. If there are too many people in the low place, it is better to stand on a high place without looking at other people's faces and dominate the fate of others.

What is loneliness and coldness? It’s as low as grass and mustard rice. It’s better to stand on the high ground and let others look up to you.

"Your Highness." Si Yan called me with deep affection, leaned over and put his white head on the ground: "You and I have no relatives anymore, you and I are the closest people, you are less than two years older than me."

Strictly speaking, he was one year older than me. His mother married the King of Southern Xinjiang and gave birth to him the next year. I was only one year old at that time.

It is said that I am in an ordinary family, and I will grow up with him until I get married.

"We are just related by blood, but we have no family affection." I stood up, shook my wide sleeves, and my voice calmed down, "Get up, I'll leave."

Regardless of his calling from behind me, I smelled the smell of sandalwood in the temple and walked neatly.

"Donor." The white-bearded old monk called me at the door of the temple.

I sent a small one and another old one. It seems that they don’t understand what I said and want me to save all living beings.

My steps stopped slightly and slowly turned my head. He stood on the high level at the entrance of the temple. I stood below and raised my jaw slightly: "I wonder what the master has to give?"

The old monk put his hands together and his merciful eyes: "The donor is transparent, and the old monk is beyond the reach of the world. The Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? If I sacrifice my life to heaven and sacrifice to the god of killing, what are you afraid of?"

My cold eyes fell on his face: "What a saying, I won't go to hell, who will go to hell? It's a pity that I don't believe in Buddhism. I am not your Bodhisattva or your Buddha."

"Let me sacrifice my life to heaven and sacrifice the gods. I am not your Buddhist. I am full of joy and sacrifice myself for others. I don't want to become a Buddha or an immortal, nor do I want to save all sentient beings."

The reason why the two of them said this was that they had calculated who caused chaos in the world and knew that only I could stop this catastrophe.

So I sacrificed my life to the heavens and sacrificed the gods.

Whoever kills, who is the God of Killing, who stirs up trouble for the people, has anything to do with me? I am just a small high priest in the Snowland Temple.

"Do you do whatever you want to destroy the country?" the old monk asked me, his voice trembling as if he had seen the destruction of the country in southern Xinjiang, the displacement of the people, and the chaos in the world.

I raised my eyebrows and asked casually: "The Buddha is merciful, where is your mercy?"

"Amitabha!" The old monk folded his hands and bent down to salute me: "The monks offend the donor, please forgive me. The god of killing appears in the world. People will live in poverty, and someone will always suppress it."

"The old monk does not have this ability. If he does, he will never bother the donor. Similarly, the donor will not do this in vain. Your life will be renewed for you."

He was polite and respectful to me, praying and humble.

Treat me as a Buddha and Bodhisattva, save all sentient beings and save them.

Did Si Yan really foresee my death, or did the old monk in front of him foresee it?

"Continue it for me, who are you?" I said sarcastically: "It's just a monk who has moved his mouth and pretended to be compassionate, and let others work hard for you."

No blood relationship, he can extend my life with something.

But he asked the banquet to give me life to the people of the world, and then he had a good ending and persuaded me to stay for the sake of the people of the world.

He took all the good things, but others lost their lives, and the plan was good. I was really surprised by the monks.

"Old monk," said the old monk's kind and kind voice loudly: "No one's life is needed, you can give your life."

Can give me life.

Except for blood relationship, you can transmit vitality without any grudges, and nothing else can do. In my memory, there is no character named Old Monk who has blood relationship with me.

"No need." I sneered, "Since you care about the people, you have entered the world by yourself and save the people well, instead of counting on others."

"I wish you a hundred years of life, find another person who can sacrifice to the gods, and say goodbye."

After saying that, I left without looking back. The old monk's eyes kept looking at my back lovingly and watching me, and I knew it.

My pace was getting faster and faster. Cangqiong followed me tightly, his eyes full of worry, fearing that I would be looking for a short-sighted view if I accidentally did not take care of it.

I will not seek short-sightedness, but will only live well, live freely and freely than anyone else, and will not sacrifice myself to find someone who will cause trouble in the world.

"Your Highness, they asked you to sacrifice to the heavens to sacrifice to the gods of killing. Do you know who they asked you to suppress, right?" Cangqiong asked anxiously with a big step.

His blocking made me unable to stop and hit him in his arms. He was so shocked that he took two steps back and held my shoulders and stabilized his body.

I smelled the scent of medicine on his body, raised my head in his arms, and asked coldly, "So what if I know, so what if I don't know, Cangqiong, are you going to force me with them?"

I slept for half a month.

In the half month in my dream, I saw my future.

I also saw that wherever my eyesight was, there was no pure land, and there was blood-stained soil everywhere.
Chapter completed!