After his rebirth, Mr. Fu panicked

"It's just that the method is a little special..." The host frowned and said hesitantly.

"Master, please tell me! As long as it can save my child, I am willing to try any method!"

Su Yaoyao anxiously grabbed the corner of the host's clothes and begged bitterly.

Her eyes were full of anxiety and earnestness, as if as long as the master told her the method, she would be able to execute it immediately.

"Donor, there is a method that can be tried, but this process requires your dedication and persistence."

The old monk said slowly, "You must soak the beads in your heart's blood for 9981 days. During this period, I will personally place the beads in the most prominent position in the hall, so that they can continue to receive the devout incense of many believers, in order to pray for the protection of the gods and Buddha."

After Su Yaoyao heard this, her eyes sparkled with determination, "Okay, I'm willing to give it to you."

She spoke firmly, without a trace of hesitation.

As soon as she finished speaking, she could not wait to find a sharp blade, ready to cut open her chest and take out the precious blood from her heart to pray for the soul of her child who died too early.

The old monk looked at her resolute expression and could not help but feel worried.

"Donor, things are not as simple as you think. The heart blood is not taken only once, but needs to be renewed and replaced every full moon night. This process will not only cause considerable harm to your body, but more importantly, each time the blood is taken, it will shorten your life span."

Su Yaoyao smiled sadly, "I don't care about those, Master, I am already..."

She paused, and those heavy words came to her lips, but she swallowed them back.

She took a deep breath, as if to calm down her excitement. Finally, she raised her head and looked at the old monk firmly.

"Begin, Master! I will do something for my poor child no matter what."

In her previous life, she was locked up in a mental hospital, powerless and unable to protect him;

In this life, Su Yaoyao vowed to send him to a good reincarnation so that he could live a peaceful life in the next life.

In the solemn and dignified Buddhist temple, Su Yaoyao's eyes revealed incomparable firmness and determination.

She stood there without flinching, and even when facing a highly respected host, she still maintained her position.

Seeing Su Yaoyao so determined, the host knew that he could not shake her will, so he could only nod in agreement helplessly.

"You have to understand that this process will be painful." The host reminded her in a serious tone.

Su Yaoyao just smiled contemptuously, as if she had no fear of the coming pain.

"What does this little pain mean to me?"

Not long after, a monk in a monk's robe came in and led Su Yaoyao into the inner room of the Buddhist hall.

The lighting in the room is soft, but it can't hide the tense atmosphere.

"Donor, please be mentally prepared and try to hold back."

Shani's voice was gentle but carried a hint of irresistible majesty.

Su Yaoyao nodded, indicating that she was ready.

Shani then took out an exquisite knife, undressed Su Yaoyao, and began the ceremony.

The knife gently scratched the skin, bringing a chill and stinging sensation.

Su Yaoyao closed her eyes tightly, feeling the piercing pain, but there was no change in her expression.

She endured it all silently, but in her heart she was comparing this pain with what she had experienced in her previous life.

A few minutes passed and the whole process was finally over.

Shani looked at Su Yaoyao, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, "Okay, donor, you are the first person I have ever seen who did not scream during the whole process."

When Su Yaoyao heard this, she just smiled bitterly.

She thought silently in her heart: In her previous life, she had experienced too much pain and screaming, and now she has long been accustomed to this level of pain.

Compared to my previous life, all this is really nothing.

Shani carefully handed his own blood to the presiding master.

It is a pious offering and a sacrifice of faith.

The presiding master took it with both hands and solemnly poured the blood carefully into an antique wooden bowl.

At the same time, he took the weathered Buddhist beads from Su Yaoyao's fair hands and gently placed them into the wooden bowl filled with blood.

Afterwards, the abbot turned to the young monk standing nearby and signaled. The young monk nodded in understanding, respectfully picked up the wooden bowl containing the Buddhist beads and blood, and walked steadily towards the front hall of the temple, intending to offer it before the Buddha.

At this moment, a solemn and mysterious atmosphere permeated the temple. Everyone was silent, as if waiting for some important moment to arrive.

"........"

Lin Jingshen approached Fu Yanchuan cautiously and said in a low voice: "Mr. Fu, Miss Yaoyao has come out of the temple."

There was a hint of nervousness and anticipation in his tone.

Fu Yanchuan had his eyes closed, as if he was thinking about something important, but after hearing Lin Jingshen's words, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, like two sharp swords shooting straight towards the gate of the temple.

From a distance, you can see Su Yaoyao standing at the entrance of the temple, waving goodbye to the abbot.

Her petite figure was bathed in the warm and soft afterglow of the setting sun, but she looked so thin and frail, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

However, what was even more worrying was that Su Yaoyao's face was frighteningly pale, as bloodless as a piece of white paper.

This strange paleness made her look like a morbid beauty, and it also made Fu Yanchuan's heart tighten, and he frowned involuntarily.

He gazed at the delicate woman not far away, and couldn't help but feel an indescribable sadness and pity in his heart.

The thin body was trembling slightly, as fragile as a candle in the wind, and it seemed that just a light breeze could blow it to the ground.

At this moment, he felt an unprecedented urge deep in his heart - he wanted to take a step forward immediately, hold her tightly in his arms, and take her home with him.

After returning home, I must take good care of her and take good care of her extremely frail body, and never let her suffer any pain or injury again.

Such a strong and burning desire to protect surged into his heart like a tide, almost making him unable to hold back, and he couldn't wait to put it into practice.

At this moment, a sudden phone call rang out, like a sharp sword piercing the quiet atmosphere around.

Fu Yanchuan's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy, as if someone had disturbed his sweet dream, and his face was full of blame.

He muttered to himself, "Who on earth is so reckless and ignorant? Why would he choose to call me at this critical moment?"

The look in his eyes clearly revealed his dissatisfaction and resentment towards the caller.

"explain......"