Chapter 1:

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In an ancient temple on the frontier of the Kingdom of China, eight old monks wearing red cassocks sat around a marble carved altar with eight treasures, and their hands formed a seal of Nirvana silence, chanting the mortal mantra.
Nanwu Amido Podo, Dota Gado Night, Dodo Gado, Amido Dopo, Amido Doo, Sidan Po ... The mysterious scriptures are accompanied by the sound of wooden fish in the majestic hall Haunting, the ethereal Sanskrit penetrated the air and the thick brick wall, and carried into the vast and distant blue sky outside the hall under the load of clouds.
In the corner of the hall, a tall man in a black suit knelt on the futon, folded his hands together, closed his eyes, and his pale lips kept chanting the scriptures with a solemn expression.
A young monk in his early twenties, dressed in a magnolia-colored cassock, was sitting side by side, looking at each other secretly with the afterglow of his eyes.
The man's figure is very tall and his face is also very healthy, but his slightly purple lips reveal the secret of his first illness. As early as half a year ago, there were rumors-the man suffered from a serious heart attack and died soon. The man ’s family is one of the most prominent families in China. He is a talented man of extraordinary talents. He has passed the father and a few uncles at the age of 25, and took the position of the head of the family. The family pulled out of the quagmire and pushed to the top.
The humble people die like smoke, the higher ones die like a mountain. The life and death of a man determines the prosperity and decline of a family, and will also change the fate of many people. As soon as the news came out, it attracted attention from many parties, and the man had never refuted the rumor, but disappeared completely into the public's vision.
Half a year later, when everyone thought that the man was no longer in the world, and the intentional people were flexing their muscles to prepare for the start of their family, the man suddenly appeared in high profile and packed up the restless forces by thunder. The rumor is not self-defeating.
However, the young monk beside him knew it was not a rumor. Although the monk is still young and can't compete with eight elders, he can't be beaten by the simple technique of face-to-face. A man half a year ago was clearly a mortal phase, but half a year later he had completely disappeared, and his life was long. However, there was a dark sorrow between his eyebrows, which was quite a sign of enchantment.
This is to kill someone else's life and change their lives, so it is tainted with evil! The young monk chanted Buddha at the man on the TV screen.
Half a month later, when the man took the Buddhist door to the treasure, the real Buddha relics, he realized that it was not the other person who continued his life for the man, but the sister of the other party, a sister-in-law who had twins and blood thicker than water. She exchanged her heart for her brother, and she died quietly.
The monks did not want to know how many dark, obscure and dirty inner-curtains there were. The true Buddha relic was originally a sacred object in the temple. After two thousand years of loss, they finally returned. They could not refuse any request from the man, even if the man would use the life-long repairs of the eight elders to send the younger sister to reincarnate, so that the younger sister would live well in the next life Forte Ankang.
The eight elders' life-long cultivation practices add up to four or five hundred years of luck, and the donor really dares to speak! Thinking of this, the monk frowned secretly.
The muyu's percussion stopped, and the ethereal Sanskrit echoed in the empty hall for a while. The rich buddha incense came from the ice jade box placed in the middle of the altar, and it was refreshing.
The eight elders opened their eyes slowly. Due to the loss of most of their cultivation practices, the wrinkles on their faces became more and more criss-crossed, and their shapes also lingered.
"Amitabha, finally beneath the trust of the donor." The oldest monk stood up and walked to the altar to hold the ice jade box.
The man also opened his eyes and said nothing. After three knocks, he stepped forward and took the cold, biting box.
The old monk took the lead out of the hall, and the rest followed slowly, and walked to the bottom of the temple to stand under a huge linden tree.
"Just put the lotus seeds in the water." The old monk pointed to a small pond five feet under the tree.
The man didn't ask much, carefully opened the lid, and put the lotus seeds with a rich buddha fragrance in his palm. The solemn and pious expression seemed to hold the whole world.
But she is indeed his entire world, the full 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 calm and comforted in a low voice, "Mr. Yu, let it go. There are eight master uncles who will be blessed all their lives. Everything goes well. "
The man didn't hear it, and pressed the lotus seeds tightly to his chest, his expression seemed to be forbearing. After a few more minutes, he walked over to the pool step by step and bent down to send the lotus seeds into the clear water. If it wasn't for his sister's body had been cremated when he woke up, how could he be willing to just send her into the reincarnation, even if he was against the sky, let her come back to life.
The water was rippling, and a miracle happened in front of the man. I saw a few pieces of tender green lotus leaves breaking through the water wave and quickly growing up, and a lush piece in two or three seconds, and a long thin stem swaying in the wind with a pink flower bud on it, stained with a few drops of crystal The clear water drops look lovely.
The Buddha incense in the ancient temple was instantly replaced by elegant lotus. The eight old monks folded their hands together and read the phrase "Amitabha".
The man knows a lot about it, and after seeing this scene for a few seconds, he regained his mind. For the first time, he softened his cold expression, and sincerely said, "Yu was ashamed to have spent the life skills of several masters."
"The Buddha cut the meat and feed the eagle, and feed the tiger all by himself. What kind of grievance is it? We are also so. The female donor has entered the reincarnation, and will be lucky and unparalleled. Please come back, donor. "The old monk spoke lightly.
The man thanked again, stood for a while at the poolside, and Fang left reluctantly. He walked out of the temple and saw the uneasy mother who was waiting at the door, and the black eyebrows reunited. He will never let anyone who has persecuted her and cruelly killed her!
Eight elder fish walked into the pagoda and sat around the real Buddha relics. The heavy tower door squeaked shut and opened again, some years later.
The young monk sighed quietly and sneaked into the hall while no one was paying attention. He climbed up the altar of the Eight Treasure Lotus and turned out a book under the futon where the ice jade box was placed. He said to himself, "Four five Centennial Xiu has been reluctant to send a ghost to the world of thousands of lives, not to mention to ensure that she is unforgettable, wealthy and auspicious? The eight uncles have a stiff personality, and they must work hard. Dead of silence. In order to save the lives of my uncles, I am also forced to ask the Buddha to forgive me. "
He folded his hands together, paid a homage to the Buddha statue in the temple, straightened his waist and wiped the star shift bucket carved with cinnabar on the cover, while comforting himself, "She is a secular woman and does not need spiritual practice, large or small. , Should n’t it be a problem for her? This is a romantic novel with no twists and turns. The author also marked the labels of sweet pet, he, and loyal dog. She has been lucky for four hundred years. Can catch a mistress. Dang Qian, who did n’t think of the big family, also likes to read this little Bai Wen ... "
He casually read two pages, his face gradually turned blue, and turned back at a very fast speed, after a long while he collapsed on the lotus platform, covering his face and sighed. He is also a talented genius, otherwise how can he become the host of the ancient millennium at a young age? Reading a four or five hundred page novel in three minutes is as simple as eating and drinking.
But this time when the Wizards of Heaven have their heels. He asked the man for the relics of the female donor in order to do things. This book is in it. The moment he picked up the book, he immediately started the idea of ​​turning from a thousand to a thousand, and glanced at the introduction again. Make it the medium.
Look at this moment, the regretful intestines are all green.
This book is indeed a sweet pet, he, but it is still dead. The cannon fond female match in the book and the female donor have the same name and the same surname. They are both called Yu Xiang. More coincidentally, Yu Xiang injured his leg when he was young. It is similar to the fate of female donors. It is conceivable that the two people, both soul and body, have a very high degree of fit, and 8-90% will merge together.
Thinking of the fate of 'Yu Xiang' in the book, the monk lamented again.
This is a dog blood story about holding the wrong child. The house of a merchant and the house of an honorable man traveled at the same time. The two mothers were pregnant and the months were almost the same. On the way, they met the bandits and robbed the road. They escaped from the encirclement under the guard of the domestic servants, took refuge in the cave, and took action. Fetal gas preterm delivery. Due to the busy manpower and the critical situation, both of them gave birth to daughters. The maid of Xungui ’s house accidentally held the wrong child. After returning home, she found that the baby ’s swaddle had the same color and pattern, but the fabric was very cheap. Aftertaste.
But the head of the family died of gangsters, and the main mother was in a state of heartbreak. When she told the truth, she had to be buried with the head of the family, and a pair of children would also be affected. Zuo Siyou thought that she finally chose not to keep her mouth closed, and she suffered from heart disease over time, but went away after a few years, and told her mistress about her death.
Since then, ‘Yu Xiang’ has been reduced from Houfu Qianjin to a wild seed from nowhere. He has been humiliated everywhere, has been bullied from time to time, and has developed a gloomy and inferior character because of his bad behavior. After the heroine's return, she witnessed how the heroine was infinitely beautiful, and how the splendid spring breeze made her. The resentment she had accumulated in her heart broke out completely, and she embarked on a path of no return to the heroine. Finally, the heroine designed to marry a Zhongshan wolf. , Tortured to death.
The main female luck has luck, and she has to be scheming, and her character is very vicious. Eventually she will support her husband to ascend to the throne. The master just sold the man, and the man had to count her money. Even her brother-in-law and prince, who were capable and terrified, were stunned by her, and they ended up defeated.
How can such a person be paralyzed from an early age, and Yu Xiang who has not been in contact with the outside world can contend?
The monk covered his cheek and felt the toothache was bad. He whispered, "It ’s been four or five hundred years of cultivation, enough for the female donor to be in danger? She has been paralyzed since childhood. She should be able to get used to changing a bad body. Yes, it will be fine! Buddha will surely bless her! "
Mindfulness, a little Sha Mi ran in a panic and shouted, "It's not good to host, the lotus is planted in the water. We are afraid to damage the roots and don't dare to fish, please go and see! "
The monk crawled to the backyard with a roll, and saw that the upright stem fell obliquely into the water, and only the tip of the flower buds appeared above the water, and several leaves also showed signs of withering, which looked very pitiful.
The monk quickly jumped into the pond to help, and then inserted a bamboo branch into the water, tied with the thin stem of the lotus, and worked hard for a long time before finally getting it.
Xiao Shami looked at the lotus flowers that snarled, and said sadly, "Dr. Yu said that he would come to live in the temple for a few days every month. If he sees this scene, he will no longer help our big Buddha reshape the golden body! what should I do?"
The monk twisted his wet clothes while making a painful opening, "Take all my spirit stones into the pool and build it in four or five hundred years to add another pool of spirit stones. This lotus should just grow off and grow. Alright! Go! "
Xiao Sha Mi promised again and again to pour all the spirit stones collected by the host for ten or more years into the pool. In a few moments, the turquoise water of the pond slowly became clear, and a misty white mist appeared, which made the lotus to be set off stand out beautifully.
Then the monk took a long breath, secretly saying "Amitabha". The Buddha is right, this thing that does not blame anyone can really be done.