The Life of the Blessed One

Zhou Duo looked around and asked, "Where's my brother?"

"Didn't he always look for immortals? When you were in a coma, an immortal happened to pass by and accept him as an apprentice. There are many rules in the immortal sect, so I can't contact you for the time being." Junchu handed Qinghong's cell phone to Zhou Duo.

Zhou Duo was stunned for a moment, "He just left?"

"Well, this is a rare opportunity." Jun Chu walked out of the ward, Ms. Hebei Zhou, and the old couple of the He family knelt down for him.

Jun Chu helped them up, glanced at the door behind him, and said, "Zhou Duo is already asleep, you can go see him tomorrow."

The family of four nodded, and went back to make soup for Zhou Duo with beaming faces. They never knew how sad Zhou Duo was crying holding his mobile phone at this moment.

"elder brother……"

The sound of weeping comes from the soul, heartbroken, as if living is more painful than dying.

At some point outside it began to rain lightly, Jun Chu stood by the window, and softly asked Bai Yan who was standing one step behind him.

"Director Bai, do you think Zhou Duo knows?"

"maybe."

"If he asked me, how should I answer?"

"Tell me the truth."

"Then he will be sad for a long time."

"Ah."

When Jun came out and turned his head, the spring breeze lifted his soft short hair, and eight words flashed in Bai Yan's mind: The young man here is as warm and moist as jade.

Jun Chu looked at him, and asked softly, "Bai Yan, have you ever loved anyone?"

Bai Yan was silent for a long time before opening his mouth, "...he loved. I didn't."

A week later, Zhou Duo was discharged from the hospital, and Ms. Zhou revealed all about his life experience.

The three members of the He family looked at Zhou Duo excitedly. Zhou Duo had a heart attack before. They were afraid that he would be excited, so they never told him.

"I'm sorry, I want to be quiet." Zhou Duo moved into the dormitory with his luggage, and when he saw Jun leaving, he didn't say hello to him.

In the dead of night, Junchu ran to Zhou Duo's bedside and said the lines he learned on TV, "Young man, I see that you are talented and have a rare bone. You are really a rare talent for cultivation that is rare in a hundred years. Would you like to join me in Yuqing?" Under the door?"

"..." Zhou Duo didn't speak.

Jun Chu was about to walk away in embarrassment, when Zhou Duo's voice suddenly came from behind.

Zhou Duo: "Where's my brother?"

Junchu: "Dead."

"How did I survive?"

"Your brother killed five people and seriously injured one."

"Then I carry six lives on my body?"

"Qitiao, and your father."

The body curled up into a small ball, and Zhou Duo's crying voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear clearly: "You should let me die..."

"Yang Yu from the Divine Fortune School, he made a fortune teller for you, and she said that you will turn bad luck into good luck."

"I'd rather die than I don't want him to die. I don't want him to kill for me."

"In this world, you can't do whatever you want. Death is not up to you to choose."

Junchu walked away, and the suppressed and painful crying came from Zhou Duo's bed, and it didn't stop all night.The next day when Junchu opened his eyes, he saw Zhou Duo's red and swollen eyes.

"Master, I am delicate and weak, I can make money, I can warm the bed, I can go to the living room and go to the kitchen, I can do everything except having children, so please accept me as your apprentice." The tears hanging from the corners of his eyes were still Dry, grinning, laughing uglier than crying.

This was the last time Jun Chu saw him smile, and he never smiled again after that.

He conceals his illness and wants to live like a normal person. He is arrogant and a little self-willed. He grasps every last minute of his life. He was born with a terminal illness, but he never complains about others, and lives a very chic life.

He thought he was the one who would die, but when he woke up, his brother died. Besides the people his brother killed, the father he had always resented also died because of him, and he was not even in his father's blood.

The blunt knife cut the flesh, every knife in reality fell on his heart, the knife saw blood, and the knife was fatal.

Junchu doesn't know, Zhou Duo, who knows the truth, should live his life, and how can he pay off the life on his back.After all, he has to pay for the crimes his brother committed, do you want to die?There are so easy things in the world.

Junchu thinks of himself.

The year he met Master Yuanshi, the majestic Great Qin Empire collapsed, and wars were everywhere. The fire in Xianyang burned for three days and three nights, and only he and a chicken were left in the whole village. The country was ruined and his family was destroyed. He also wanted to die.

He tried to jump into the river three times, but heaven would not let him die.

But he didn't do anything wrong?Why not let him die?

Thinking of this, Junchu suddenly realized that he hadn't thought about the past for a long, long time. The time was amazing, and he didn't feel any pain when he thought of the past. Who else, he couldn't remember what he looked like.

Jun Chu quit his part-time job at the supermarket, Tang Ming went back to the Zongmen to cultivate, and the 22 Departments were too busy, Jun Chu was requisitioned by Bai Yan, and became a temporary worker in the Department without wages.

Sending away another monk who had applied for an ID card, Junchu touched Xiaosi's smooth body and sighed, "Xiaosi, I only have you now."

All his belongings are in Bai Yan's hands, and he has no spare time to work and earn money. Fortunately, 22 places are in charge of meals, so it may be miserable.

Touching his empty pocket, Jun Chu shed tears of bitterness for himself.

It's quite pitiful to live like this. I should have asked Zhou Duo to leave some money before he went to Wuyin.

The days when you can't even afford a fried chicken leg in KFC are really hard.

Jun Chu endured it for a few days, but finally couldn't help protesting to Bai Yan.

"I want a salary, I want five social insurances and one housing fund, and I want to rest on holidays." Jun Chu slapped Bai Yan's desk loudly, "I want all the compensation I deserve."

Bai Yan raised his eyebrows.

Jun came out and patted the table, "If you don't agree, I'll go to the Labor Bureau and sue you for discriminating against contract workers."

"When did I sign a contract with you?"

Jun Chu was shocked by his shamelessness, "...you, you..."

Bai Yan pointed at the other busy people, "Everyone is so busy that they don't touch the ground. You drink tea, read newspapers and play games every day, and you still want a salary?"

"It's not that I don't want to work, it's that everyone doesn't assign work to me. Besides, I don't play games." Jun Chu retorted confidently.

"You are a senior, who dares to order you to work." Bai Yan took out a document from the desk and gave it to him, "If you can handle this case well, I will pay you wages."

"There are also five insurances and one housing fund, and red envelopes for the holidays."

"...Okay." Is this person really a 2000-year-old Qin native?How to act like a petty citizen.

Seeing that Jun was about to leave, Bai Yan called him back again.

"Where are you from Qin?" Bai Yan asked.

"Xianyang."

Bai Yan was startled, grabbed Jun Chu's arm and asked eagerly: "Have you ever seen someone who looks exactly like me?"

"You think I can remember things from 2000 years ago?"

Bai Yan waved his hands irritably, "Okay, you can go out."

Come when you call, and go when you wave.They don't respect the old and love the young at all, they have no quality!

Walking out of Bai Yan's office, Jun Chu grabbed Tang Xiu who was passing by, "Is your young master's relationship not very good?"

Tang Xiu shook his head and didn't just nod. Seeing the folder in Jun's hand, he pulled it over, "Senior, I know about this case."

Bai Yan handed Jun a follow-up case.

The person who reported the case was Shen Yi, the first disciple of Emei. Shen Yi was still a monk at the early stage of Golden Core at the end of last year.

It was precisely because of the absence of their master and apprentice that the tomb robbers took the opportunity to dig up the little mummy.

Jun Chu: "These tomb robbers are really lucky. It's not too early, not too late, just right."

Tang Xiu: "It's not luck, it's Chang Yifeng, the head of the Qingfeng Sect, who is behind the scenes."

Qingfengmen was a well-known sect in the cultivation world in the ancient cultivation era. In that feudal society, there was no need to do anything, just show two "miracles", and the emperor would present splendid treasures.

In modern times, the leaders have advanced weapons in the front and 22 in the back, and their waists are particularly hard, so naturally they will not be offered to them like the ancient emperors.

Jindan stage masters like Chang Yifeng have already fasted and don't eat five grains, but their disciples still have to eat.

Nowadays, many sects have their own industries in the city. Chang Yifeng is noble, with eyes on the top of his head, ordinary people don't even look at it, so how can he do ordinary people's business.

In order to maintain the school's normal expenses, Chang Yifeng took in several wealthy outer disciples.

New disciples have to give a gift of apprenticeship to their teachers, and they have to honor their masters every year-all of which cost money. The children of rich families have mediocre qualifications, but they have a lot of money in their hands.

The second volume of us a thousand years ago