deceitful words and deeds

Di Chi was silent for a moment, opened the balcony door, and called towards the living room: "Xiao Shu, come here."

Hearing Di Xie's voice, Ye Xing looked up at his father with an inquiring expression.Uncle came without prior notice, and looked in a hurry, presumably there was something very important to do, Master called Dad over, and even he must have found it difficult.

Qin Xiaoshu rubbed the top of his head: "Concentrate on doing homework, we will stay on the balcony and not go anywhere."

Ye Xing nodded, obediently continued to write new characters, the sound of footsteps went towards the balcony, and then the sound of the sliding door closing.He strained his ears to hear, but couldn't hear anything.

Stretch out your feet to touch Lulu lying under the table, and the non-existent dog touches him with the cold tip of its nose, and you can get a response, feel relieved, and continue to do your homework.

Qin Xiaoshu stood beside Di Chai, slightly back, in a position where he could hug Di Chai naturally.When the two audience members were in place, Si Que took a deep breath and told what he saw in front of the Sansheng Stone.

This time, he saw the cause and effect. In that scene, he not only saw the sinful ancestor of the Tong family, but also an ascetic monk.

There is a mountain forest in the Sansheng stone, the mountains are quiet, and the trees are densely covered all over the mountain. Except for the occasional exposed gray-white rocks, the roughly opened road is also covered by the branches and leaves.

Birds are singing in the empty mountain, and the subtleties are more quiet.

The monk was walking on the mountain road. He seemed to be going through the deep mountains and dense forests, but soon there was no way under his feet, and he stepped on the pile of fallen leaves and dead branches.

It was inconvenient to wash the dusty monk's robes on the way, but the young monk's face and hands were cleaned well, and at a young age, there was compassion in his brows.

He found something in the deep mountain, and went forward, but saw a person fell on the ground.The young monk turned him over and seeing the empty eye sockets, he couldn't help but chant Namo Amitabha.

The monk quickly found the cave, cleared an open space, and brought the man into the cave.

He naturally sensed that something was wrong. There was no blood on the sockets of the missing eyes, as if they had disappeared out of thin air.The man didn't lose consciousness, and responded to his movements, but only listened but didn't answer, and didn't say a word.

The young monk only said that he was merciful, and did not force an answer. He took good care of him for a few days, but he was ridiculed at the first sentence of the other party's mouth.

"I won't die. I don't need your kindness. Get out of here and stay away from me."

The monk sat cross-legged and recited Buddhist scriptures, as if he had never heard of them. After reading the scriptures once, he said: "I saved you not because of your needs, but because of my love for all living beings. Giving is up to me. Whether you need it or not is irrelevant."

The man fell silent, and the monk said, "Besides, in fact, you are not what you say you are. You don't need it. Aren't you getting weaker and weaker?"

This time, he never got an answer.The monk brought back water and some fruits as usual, but the man began to sleep longer and longer, and finally could hardly sleep for a long time.

The monk asked worriedly, "What's going on here, and what can I do to help you?"

It seemed that the person who had made up his mind to ignore him finally said again: "I lost my eyes, if you want to help me, give me your eyes."

There was no answer to the words that blurted out under depression, and a moment later, a hand wet with liquid touched him and put something in his palm.

The man's face changed drastically: "You are crazy, you...you!"

The monk said with a smile: "The Buddha can cut meat to feed eagles, and his body to feed tigers. It's just a pair of eyes. If you need them, you can take them."

Although it is not a fatal injury, it cannot be healed in the deep mountains, and blood gushes like a fountain, and it will kill people.

Something fell down beside him, the man was shocked, bit his fingers angrily, touched the monk beside him, clamped his chin, no matter whether the other party accepted it or not, dripped a drop of blood into his mouth.

Anyway, whether to accept or not is another person's business, and whether to give is one's own business.

When the monk woke up, he could no longer notice anyone beside him, and the person left.

But too much entanglement, the blind monk stumbled and walked in the mountains.The branches and leaves scratched his cheeks, and the clothes were quickly worn out, but he still persisted in moving forward.

After some time, he met another person.He heard the sound of weapons, and the man claimed to be a warrior, and he came to look for the fairy by the king's order.The warrior said: "Master, you are blind and can't go far. Why not walk with me, and I can protect the master."

The smile on the monk's face remained the same as before, he did not refuse, and walked with the warrior.

The fog in the mountains was getting thicker and thicker, and it was impossible to hunt without seeing any creatures. Both the warrior and the monk hadn't eaten for several days, and they had no strength to move around, so they stopped to rest under a big tree.

The warrior was groggy, his body was unable to move due to hunger and fatigue, but countless distracting thoughts arose in his mind.Countless foods flashed through his mind, and he longed to eat, seeing everything around him trying to stuff it into his mouth.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the monks beside him.The longing gaze led his body to move slightly, the hand placed on his lower abdomen slipped from his body, he touched the knife in his hand, and there was a slight sound, which made his hair stand on end, and sweat broke out on his back.That's just a blind man who can't see.

He looked straight at the monk, and licked his dry lips, but they were not moist.

It was so bad, he longed frantically, but the torture of not getting it doubled his madness.

I miss it so much, I miss it so much!

Such thoughts kept repeating in his mind. He picked up the knife in his hand and walked towards the monk.

Qin Xiaoshu was silent for a moment: "So, the first life of Jushi Wuqiu saved Chong Jiu?"

"That's right." Si Que said, "From what I've seen, that's it."

Di Chi frowned. Lay Wuqiu was born to Buddha with a compassionate heart. He couldn't understand such an approach and was noncommittal.After he rescued Chongjiu, Chongjiu gave him the drop of blood, and was encountered by the ancestors of the Tong family who came to look for Chongjiu, who became murderous due to lack of food and was swallowed.

The drop of blood was transferred from the monk Wuqiu's first generation to the martial artist named Tong.Now that Chong Jiu wants to get his blood back, he will not show mercy anymore, after all, Si Que and his descendants no longer have contact with their ancestors.

Zeng Haiwei killed the layman Wuqiu in this life, is there any cause and effect?

In Zeng Haiwei's previous life, he wanted to torture and kill Officer Huang, but Jushi Wuqiu wanted to stop him, but Chong Jiu took the lead.Officer Huang always remembered the person who hurt him back then. When he saw the reincarnated Zeng Haiwei again, he still remembered the old enemy. He even caught a mouse and sent him to Zeng Haiwei's house, causing him to contract the virus and get hemorrhagic fever.

Seriously ill, the resentment in his heart could not be dispelled, which led Zeng Haiwei to escape from the hospital and kill the cat to vent his anger.When attacking Officer Huang, he encountered Jushi Wuqiu who was blocking him, and in agitation accidentally killed him.

All of this seems to have a cause and effect, but what kind of connection there is, Di Xie doesn't know.