Chapter 4580

Zhuang Xiaoyu only felt a faint churn in his stomach, and the carriage ran for a long time before the smell in the carriage was blown away.

She bumped in the carriage for several hours, and when she reached the foot of Qingyu Temple, her whole body seemed to be falling apart, she was weak and weak, and could barely stand still.

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at the high stone steps, her legs trembling.

Qin Wuyan lifted the hem of his clothes, without saying a word, he squatted in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu, and carried him on his back, "I'll carry you up."

Zhuang Xiaoyu lay on Qin Wuyan's back, recalling the past in his mind, when they eloped to get married, Qin Wuyan's back was still thin, and the figure of a young man was not as wide and thick as it is now.

In just a few years, he has grown into a man with a fist in his hand and stands upright.

He is no longer the person who was hunted down and dodged everywhere in the past, and could only survive with an unyielding belief. Instead, he was planning a strategy, able to win thousands of miles away, sitting safely in the carriage, Someone is desperately killing the superior for him.

Zhuang Xiaoyu hugged Qin Wuyan's neck with both hands, looked at the stone table halfway up the mountain, and asked softly, "Ayan, do you still remember the two monks who showed me palm reading when we first came here?"

Qin Wuyan's voice was very low: "..., remember."

Zhuang Xiaoyu sighed, Qin Wuyan's back teeth were clenched, his body was stiff, and he supported her body up.

Qin Wuyan walked very fast. Although he was carrying a person on his back, the wind was blowing on the soles of his feet. He wished he could grow his wings and fly to the top of the mountain, escaping from the halfway up the mountain.

The abbot, the abbot, received the two of them. Zhuang Xiaoyu lit the ever-burning lamp, donated money for sesame oil, and knelt in front of the Buddha, closing his eyes and praying.

Qin Wuyan didn't step inside, but stood on the long corridor outside the door, leaning on the pillar, waiting for Zhuang Xiaoyu to come out from inside.

The man's breath is chilling, although he deliberately restrains himself, but the majestic momentum is faintly unstoppable.

The presiding abbot stood in front of Qin Wuyan holding a Buddhist bead, "Amitabha."

Qin Wuyan stood up straight, and smiled slightly at the abbot, his face was as stunning as the blooming epiphyllum, but the bottom of those dark and deep eyes was like a frozen ancient well, without any fluctuation.

Perhaps out of respect for Buddhism, he suppressed the unhappiness in his eyes, pretending to be humble and greeted the abbot, "Master abbot."

The abbot twisted the prayer beads in his hand, his voice was full of regret and sigh: "The benefactor has killed too much, please turn around."

Qin Wuyan laughed, his face was indifferent, he turned his head and glanced in the direction of the Daxiong Palace, and there was a hint of questioning in his tone: "Dare to ask Master, the heavens have the virtue of good life, right?"

"yes."

"In the eyes of the abbot, is all living beings equal?"

"yes."

"If someone wants to kill me, should I resist?"

"yes."

"Heh!" Qin Wuyan seemed to have heard some funny joke: "In this case, why do you let me turn around? If I don't kill them, I will be the one who dies. Is it possible that I will give up my life if I become someone else? ?”

The abbot clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, benefactor, you really shouldn't attack someone who hasn't done you harm..."

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Qin Wuyan was stunned: "What do you know?"

"If you don't want others to know, unless you do nothing yourself, the so-called retribution is about cause and effect." The abbot sighed, and handed the Buddhist beads to Qin Wuyan's face: "Almsgiver, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, so that you can do it yourself. This Buddhist beads Give it to you, I hope you will always have kind thoughts in your heart.”