I Will Never Die, You Can Do Whatever You Want!

Say Chang'an, say Chang'an.

But from beginning to end, I still don't see Chang'an.

Nothing!

The so-called day is near and Changan is far away, that is the case.

In fact, the distance from the Great Sun is much farther than Chang'an.

But the monks in the temple raised their heads every day and could only see the great sun, but they never saw Chang'an.

Why?

Many people can't understand it, but this is real.

After Zhou Changan got his name, the whole monastery was celebrating his arrival.

But from beginning to end, only the old monk was unhappy.

Li Yongjin felt that if the old abbot was given a cigarette, maybe he would really just start puffing.

This is sorrow, sorrow visible to the naked eye.

In the old monk, there has always been a mundane melancholy that monks do not have, at least this is what Li Yongjin thinks.

Finally, Zhou Changan, who was unable to eat, was in a very bad condition under the entanglement of demon power.

He became weaker and weaker every day, and he didn't cry or make trouble at all.

It seems that the baby has also accepted his impending doom.

I didn't even have the strength to cry.

This worries the monks on the mountain, not much easier than the old monk.

They often go down the mountain to beg for alms, and beg a bowl of milk from the predestined person down the mountain.

No matter what kind of milk it was, they brought it up in a hurry, as long as it could make Xiao Changan drink it.

It's a pity that little Chang'an can't eat milk.

No matter how much he feeds, Chang An will spit it out, and everyone is covered in it.

Seeing this, Li Yongjin just let out a long sigh.

In the endless Samsara, he even got a glimpse of Zhou Changan's next life.

So, there is still no help.

This child's life is very hard, but he has worked so hard to come to this world.

Finally, the old monk couldn't sit still.

After continuously burning incense and chanting sutras, he made a decision to turn his back on the Buddha.

On a dark and stormy night, the old monk replaced the Kasaya on his body and picked up the knife from the back kitchen.

He tiptoedly took out a bowl, gritted his teeth and stretched out his own arm.

In Buddhist scriptures, there have always been legends about the Buddha cutting meat and feeding it to eagles.

Today's old monk Zhou also wants to emulate one or two.

Not to become a Buddha, just to save the child's life.

It's a bit blunt when you cut it down.

The old monk gritted his teeth in pain and shouted Amitābha several times.

rustle.

The sound of sharpening a knife resounded in the quiet night.

Li Yongjin already knew about all this.

His Realm at this time was already unfathomable. Although he didn't take the initiative to investigate the surrounding situation, any move on this mountain could not escape his capture.

Seeing that the old monk finished sharpening his knife, he attacked himself again.

This time, he chose the thigh meat as his target.

Li Yongjin grinned when he saw it, and couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

When the knife was cut, the gurgling blood gushed out like money.

It took a lot of golden sore medicine to stop the bleeding.

The old monk tremblingly took the bowl and meat and walked into the nursery.

His hands were already stained with blood.

In the nursery, eighteen arhats glared and scolded, and even the golden body of the Buddha closed his eyes.

The whole room is solemn, only the old monk's clothes are disheveled.

"Come on, Chang'an..."

"Eat this bowl of meat, you will be fine."

The old monk chuckled and fed the baby to his mouth in a daze.

Strange to say, the baby's eyes were closed, but the mouth also started to move.

In this way, Zhou Changan survived the most difficult years.

After passing the dangerous period, Li Yongjin found the old monk with firewood.

"Abbot, do you want to chat?"

The old monk proclaimed the Buddha's name and said with a smile: "Siliu, wait for me."

After speaking, he got up and went into the room, and put on the faded Kasaya again.