"What are you talking about? How could Your Highness die?" Cang Yan roared and asked, breaking away from Cangqiong's hand that twisted his ears, and rushing in front of me like a loyal dog, trying to isolate our hands.

Cangqiong pulled him quickly and pulled him back.

He shouted, "Old man, can't you see that he is disrespectful to Your Highness? So what if you say he is the eldest prince? Anyone who is disrespectful to Your Highness can be strangled."

Cangqiong took action, lit his mute hole, threw him aside, looked at me with a torch, and was full of trust, waiting for me to deny Si Yan's words.

My eyes drooped slightly, covering the terrifying light in my eyes, calm and unpredictable, and said, "Shi Fang, the foreseeable death is unchanged."

"No matter what forbidden technique you use, life is life, and it cannot be changed. You give me your life and you will decline by yourself. I will bless southern Xinjiang, but I don't want this kindness."

I played forbidden art with me. I lived in the Snowland Temple for more than ten years and read all the books inside. I knew the mysterious art inside more clearly than anyone else.

"Your Highness must have it." Si Yan said mercifully: "Your Highness foreseeed death, I foreseeed Your Highness. After Your Highness died, there will be wars in the world, but the southern border will be filled with the country, and no one will be left."

I dreamed of the future.

I dreamed that I died by myself, but I didn’t dream about what would happen after I died.

Si Yanshi said that he foresaw my death and what happened after death.

This is indeed something I can't dream of, and it is something I can't calculate.

The continuous vitality came to me through his palms. His face was wrinkled under the naked eye and his eyebrows turned white.

The man who was once glorious and beautiful, is now old.

My heart was shaken, and the long fingernails of the other free hand were embedded in the palm of my palm, cutting the palm, holding his hand with his backhand, and pressing it against his palm.

He saw that he struggled like I had before, and I looked at him with a burning look: "Mencius is compassionate, you don't have a Dharma name for the banquet, right? You have just been ordained?"

"I want to keep my life away from the disputes of the world and be a paradise. How can there be such a cheap thing in the world? You don't want to live. Similarly, I'm never afraid of death."

A hint of surprise appeared in the compassion in Si Yanxi's eyes. His wrinkled face gradually recovered, and his white eyebrows turned black.

"Lord of Cangqiu." He couldn't break free from me and called Cangqiu.

The sky split the hand that I shook with him with him as he cried.

He recovered from his past, and bright red blood flowed out along the corners of my mouth. I shook my hands into fists and wiped them with the back of my hand.

The banquet knelt in front of me, and the white monk's robe was stained with dust.

In the dark night, dawn comes, and the sky with the east wind is gradually turning white.

I reached out and helped him up: "Where are you living, I want to go and see."

Si Yanshi's fingertips trembled slightly: "Your Highness, I don't want your life."

He doesn't want my life, I know.

When he gave me vitality, I returned it to him, and he got some of my vitality from me.

I don't care, I will die, so I don't care about living for another year or two.

Beiling, a great Central Plains country, is already in chaos.

The surrounding countries are also ready to move. The war has begun, and my death will follow. I have not dreamed of death at whose hands.

The sun hangs high in the sky, and I followed him to the temple on the outskirts of the capital in southern Xinjiang.

In the ancient temple, there are only two little novice monks and an old monk with a white beard.

The banquet is the only person in this small temple who can hold his hands and shoulders.

The old monk clasped his hands to me and bowed. I returned him a favor and asked, "Since the banquet has become a monk, why is the Dharma name?"

The old monk said, "What is the Dharma name? People have good thoughts in their hearts. No matter who they are, they are all Bodhisattvas and Buddhas."

"So that's it." I clasped it again: "I've been taught."

"Please, donor."

I followed the old monk's hands spread out.

Come to the temple, under the Bodhi tree.

Shakyamuni learned from the Buddha under the Bodhi tree, but I could not understand the Tao under the Bodhi tree, and I would only be surrounded by the world.

Broke a Bodhi branch, sit on the stone table, and play with it in your hands: "Shi Fang, since you feel that you have no fate with the world, I will allow you to become a monk and cut off the world."

Si Yan held a cup of tea and placed it in front of the stone table, looking at the Bodhi branch in my hand: "A person cannot cut off the world when he is alive. Being a monk is just another kind of world practice."

"So you give me your life?" I put my hand on the stone table and invited him to sit down. My body tilted slightly. The leaves on the Bodhi branch were shaken off by me and fell off the stone table: "You don't want the creatures to be miserable. You want me to sacrifice to the heavens, sacrifice to the god of killing, and let him stop killing."

There is always a fuse in the world when wars break out.

There will always be a killing god, causing killing in the world.

I, Buddha, have no compassion on me.

I don't owe anyone favors. Damn I will never run away, but I will never allow it to do things I don't like to do.

"Birth is death, and death is also life." Si Fang picked up the Bodhi leaves on the stone table one by one, but did not take a seat. He took the bare Bodhi branches from my hand, walked to the side, digged a pit with his hand, put the Bodhi branches down, and buried them in soil.

Water was poured out from the well, poured it into the soil, and then put down the bucket, looked at me with compassionate eyes: "Your Highness, make a bet."

"Betting on whether it will live?" I landed on the watered Bodhi branch: "You bet on how to live. After winning, I will willingly accept your vitality?"

"Si Yanshi, your mother, is my sister. How can I kill you? Do you think so, Xier?"

His mother, the late Queen of Nanjiang, is my eldest sister. I was born when she got married. I entered the Snowy Holy Mountain and she died.

I have no relationship with her, but I have blood relationship.

I heard from others that she was a smart woman with ice and snow. When she married the King of Southern Xinjiang, the King of Southern Xinjiang was the only wife.

After she died, the King of Southern Xinjiang married many women and gave birth to many children. The Si Banquet had a strong presence. If he hadn't given me his vitality this time, I would have forgotten that his mother was my sister.

To transfer vitality, it is only blood relatives, not blood relatives, and they cannot perform forbidden techniques. Of course, Si Qingsha once told me that my sister and his mother, if it were not the King of Southern Xinjiang, she would be the owner of the Snowland Temple, not me.

However, few people know about my relationship with the late queen in southern Xinjiang. Otherwise, Si Sizi and Si Yanting would not have been confident that I would choose him as the crown prince.

Si Yan knelt before me, his compassionate eyes full of piety: "What Your Highness says is the most, let's bet with me, for nothing else, just because Your Highness is my aunt."

"You may not know that before my mother died, I asked me to take care of you. She said that the snowy land was so lonely, and the temple was full of cold. It was you who replaced her and enjoyed the boundless cold and loneliness. Please give me a chance to take care of you and atone for my mother. I want you to live forever and be blessed with the wind and moon."
Chapter completed!