Rebirth in the abortion operating room, the rough husband domineeringly dotes on him

"Hmph, tell me, what are you going to do now? They are determined to punish you. How can you survive in Hengdian?"

The bald monk stared at him with hatred.

Jiang Zhixing took a deep breath and quickly comforted him: "Oh, Master, don't worry, he has someone. Don't I have someone? Who do I think I am? I want to imitate others' tricks of blocking people. Haha."

He was very confident. Seeing the bald monk's obvious disbelief, he changed the topic: "But, Master, you have to step forward to help bail us out first."

His wife is still pregnant with the child, but she can't let her know.

After all, what they committed was a fight, and the other party was just pretending to be sick. In addition, the police handled the case impartially, so they paid the money and were released on bail. There was no big problem.

I won’t remember it in the file.

The bald monk almost crushed the cup in his hand.
"You think the police station is run by your family and can bail three people out at once." He angrily picked up his satchel and walked out.

Jiang Zhixing followed immediately and did not dare to say any more. He could only follow the police station and notify their families to deal with it.

During the fight, the skin on his face was cut. Jiang Zhixing had nowhere to go, so he had to follow his master to the mountains.

While driving, I consciously acted as the driver and honestly explained to the bald monk the cause and process of the incident, including the various problems they had encountered during this period, such as bad luck, bad luck, etc. Of course, in the end With his eyes, he condemned the bald monk's dishonesty.

The bald monk who said this felt very guilty, his eyes evaded and crossed Jiang Zhixing's brow.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he looked at Jiang Zhixing's face carefully, his expression becoming more solemn.

"Turn your face over there," said the bald monk.

Jiang Zhixing didn't know why, but he still turned half of his face and gave him a quick look.

"Something's wrong." The more he looked at it, the more suspicious he became. He wished he could keep his eyes on Jiang Zhixing's face to see as much as he could, and muttered one sentence over and over: "There's something wrong, something very wrong."

Jiang Zhixing silently leaned his body on the sofa, the muscles on his face twitched, and he looked straight ahead: "Oh, what's wrong?"

Jiang Zhixing felt that Master seemed to be a little too stimulated today.

Godly babble.

The bald monk had no idea of ​​his slander, and his expression became even more serious.

"You said you've been having a lot of trouble lately? Logically speaking, you shouldn't." He stared at Jiang Zhixing for a long time, and suddenly said word by word, your luck seems to have been affected by something, or suppressed. "

“The conflict between positive and negative leads to these results.”

Jiang Zhixing was stunned for a moment, then turned around and glanced at him: "Master, I didn't expect that you still understand this."

"Why are you laughing? Be more serious." The bald monk scolded him sternly.

Jiang Zhixing quickly closed his mouth and turned his head and stopped talking.

"Aren't you aware that you are tired easily, mentally weak, in poor physical condition, weak, troubled, etc. for such a long time? Do you really feel nothing at all?"

As these voices fell, Jiang Zhixing's expression became more suspicious.The lips wriggled and the eyebrows gradually wrinkled, could it be.

"People's luck is mixed with good and bad. How could it be all bad like yours? It's a good thing you came to me today, otherwise you would have had sequelae later."

Jiang Zhixing.
Why is it so dangerous?

He was pounding in his heart. He had never thought about this aspect before. He was so frightened that he quickly recalled it in his mind. Azhi seemed to be quite normal and nothing strange happened to him.

I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he returned to the mountain, the bald monk immediately dragged Jiang Zhixing to his bedroom.

He usually spends most of his time in the meditation room, and almost no one is brought into the bedroom.

After closing the door, the bald monk first offered a stick of incense to the Bodhisattva and kowtowed three times respectfully. Then he lifted up his monk's robe, sat cross-legged on the bed, looked at Jiang Zhixing with sharp eyes and shouted: "Kneel down." .”

"Flapping," Jiang Zhixing's heart trembled, his knees softened, and he knelt directly on the futon, facing the direction of the altar table, facing the white porcelain Guanyin statue on the altar table, and his head was buzzing.

"Master." Jiang Zhixing was at a loss.

"Quiet, don't talk. Now concentrate and think carefully about when did all this become different? Remember it carefully."

As the master’s voice fell,
The buzzing sound of the alms bowl gradually reached his ears, and the relics in the transparent vessel on the altar seemed to emit a mysterious breath. Jiang Zhixing's thoughts were wrapped up, and time slowly moved forward. go back.

Jiang Zhixing closed his eyes and lay on the futon for a long time without getting up.

Scenes from the past flashed through my mind quickly.

At first, it was normal for him to come to Hengdian. He met his destined boss Bole Cui, and he got along well. He also met Azhi, and the two fell in love very sweetly.Later, he learned to make movies and was appreciated by others. He started making movies officially and went smoothly.Then Azhi got pregnant
Jiang Zhixing's face was pale, his thoughts were confused, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and veins bulged in his palms.

"Concentrate, don't be distracted!" The bald monk paused in reciting scriptures and scolded him fiercely.

Jiang Zhixing's mind immediately turned back and continued to sink!

They had a dispute because of the child, and the child almost miscarried. Later, the child was saved, and then
after that.
Jiang Zhixing's entire face was distorted, his thinking was restricted, and his body was trembling on the futon, unable to stop.

Splitting headache.

"Buzz" There seemed to be a morning sound in his ears, and the buzz of the bowl body sounded again. Jiang Zhixing felt his whole body relax, and his consciousness returned in an instant, and he woke up.

He was horrified and stared at the bald monk in disbelief, not understanding what kind of ability this was.

"Amitofu, how, when did it start, and why did it start, do you have any clues?"

The bald monk stopped twirling his beads, looked at Jiang Zhixing worriedly and asked?
Jiang Zhixing hesitated at this moment, not knowing what to say.His heart was in a mess, and he pursed his lips and hesitated.

"Master, is there any basis for this? Is it possible?"

Superstition, these two words were not spoken.

The bald monk angrily slapped Jiang Zhixing on the head and cursed: "Don't ask questions, don't make ink marks, tell me what's wrong quickly and see if it can be fixed?"

Thinking of Azhi, Jiang Zhixing looked at the bald monk with defensive eyes: "If you find the cause, how should you deal with it?"

The bald monk was so angry that he choked: "How to deal with it? I've figured out a way to deal with it. How to deal with it!"

He looked at Jiang Zhixing's appearance and became angry. This brat, after all the trouble he had put in for him, was still questioning himself. He gritted his teeth with hatred: "Don't worry, I'm an orthodox monk. No. He will do something dark and negative, and he believes in cause and effect."

Jiang Zhixing.
He just asked why there was such a big reaction.

Jiang Zhixing felt that he was wrong, so he had to express his guess with some doubts.

There was indeed something wrong with his wife, and sometimes he couldn't understand it, as if she could predict the future. In the past, he didn't go into it and deliberately didn't pierce the window paper, but now, he regrets it and should have asked clearly earlier.

If you talk about it earlier, you can make preparations earlier.

"Your wife? The bald monk was stunned and frowned. He pinched his fingers and hesitated for a long time without making any move. His expression changed again and again, as if he was calculating something. The room was quiet.

Jiang Zhixing was equally nervous, and his knees were sore and swollen.He still persisted and waited for an answer.

But my heart is heavy.

No matter what, his wife is number one in her heart, and no matter what happens, he will keep her.

The bald monk's breath gradually became heavier, veins bulged on his neck, and a huge drop of sweat fell from his face, hitting his monk's robe.

With a sudden gasp, the bald monk suddenly opened his eyes. A string of beads that had been twisting on his wrist broke instantly, and the maroon beads rolled to the ground with a crackle.

Shockingly, Jiang Zhixing's heart beat violently, and a bad feeling came over him instantly.

"Master." He exclaimed and subconsciously caught the two Buddhist beads that jumped towards him.

The bald monk waved his hands tiredly. Much of his energy and energy had disappeared. He squinted his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhixing complicatedly, speechless for a long time.

"Master. What happened? What happened?"

Jiang Zhixing's heart was clenched tightly, and the broken Buddha beads all over the ground gave him an unknown fear. He knew He was coming, but he didn't know what it was?
"It's okay," he opened his mouth, his voice hoarse: "You two have conflicting fates, and you will be in constant trouble when you are together. What's even more troublesome is that you left behind this child who should have died young, huh"

Jiang Zhixing paused: "Master, what did you say?"

He felt that there was something wrong with his ears. Why did they die young? Their child was obviously alive and well. He comforted himself in his heart, but he kept recalling the previous things in his mind.

Don't dare to think about it deeply.

The old monk moved his legs that were sitting cross-legged and sighed: "Pick up all the Buddhist beads on the ground. I will try to bless you. I don't know if it will work."

He hid the turmoil in his eyes. As for Liu Zhi's origin, he had planned to rot in his stomach forever. From now on, he wished them safety and success.

Is it really possible to change one’s fate against the will of heaven?
He stood up, his fingers trembling like an old man, his steps staggering, and he walked back to the direction of the altar table.

Jiang Zhixing immediately gave way.

The bald monk rarely lit four sticks of incense, bowed respectfully, and inserted them into the incense burner. Then, he waved to Jiang Zhixing, motioning for him to kneel down and stretch out his hand.