MTL - Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress-Chapter 1697 Life and death are wide, **** is gone!

The civil strife in Iraq is coming and ending soon. The Iraqi government has captured the armed rebels and several important leaders of the organization. It is currently cleaning up the rebels and will not end in a short while.

Xu Chenyu's apostle mission was also successfully completed because of this surprise change in Iraq. Under the support of Xu Xianghu, they have now been hiding in the base area, and they will be able to return to China after the war in Iran has subsided.

However, even the blockade of Iraq could not stop Si Yizhen from leaving.

Si Yizheng did not return to the capital of Country Z, but went to a place.

——Nepal!

The birthplace of Buddhism!

The prayer flags float, the stupas are lined up, and the Brahman sings!

Si Yizhen walked slowly, slightly wet stone brick steps, and boarded the ancient temple Buddhist temple above the steps.

Along the stone path, through the Incense Hall, a quaint bodhi in the backyard, quiet and beautiful.

Secretary Yi also!

You came from **** all the way, holding a butcher knife, blood stained, creating sin, why are you standing here in the end?

——Who dreams first, I know it all my life!

"Donation, why do you come with killing all over you?" The monk in a gray robe sat quietly cross-legged and remained motionless. His body was covered with a layer of gray earth that had been deposited in ancient times, and it was simple and silent.

The peaceful voice sounded like a Brahma sound.

Si Yiming's arrival, he didn't even open his eyes.

Si Yiji knelt down on the yellow brocade mat opposite the monk, folded his hands and put it on his chest: "The disciples are suspicious, please ask the monk to help me out."

The monk remained motionless: "The poor monk remembered that he knew your destiny twice, the first time when you were five years old, and the second time when you were eighteen years old."

The monk closed his eyes and counted the rosary in his hand. From the time Si Yizhen appeared, he has never opened his eyes.

"Yes!"

Si Yizhen bowed his head slightly and answered.

For the first time, at the age of five, the master gave him a fatal fate that he was destined to live alone forever.

The second time, he returned to Country Z and met the master. He gave two tips, one red and one white.

The red bag reads: Life and death are boundless, **** is gone!

The white bag reads: Standing, lonely and old!

"You are a reincarnated Buddha, reincarnation of the third century, you can achieve positive results, 108 roads of Buddha, you have repaired 107 roads, the last road is a time of tragedy, indomitable, when you want to sacrifice love. Desire of love can be seen. "

"Don't you realize it?"

The monk's voice, like his thunder, was thought-provoking.

Si Yixi whispered: "When you see beauty, fearing that your heart will be tempted, it is foolish to dig out your eyes. Because the heart is the protagonist who is tempted.

What you see is red!

The heart is blinded and difficult to escape.

The monk opened his eyes slightly with a sigh. "You have an answer now?"

Red and white tips.

White, is a reincarnation!

The Buddha said that in reincarnation, if the heart moves, it has been 1,000 years. Now that I can no longer feel the feeling of my heart, my heart is calm like a glance, it is better to cut off the feelings, and to stand by my Buddha.

The red ones are counted!

The Buddha said that he was very ardent. Miss the Tao. People stagger with love. My heart is cloudy. So I do n’t see it.

"Naturally." From the moment he met the Wen Xinya, he was Shura's butcher knife, and he fell forever in the blood: "The Buddha said that he looked back five hundred times in the previous life before he passed in this life. In retrospect, he changed his life and death. ”He paused and said for a while,“ He is willing to work hard in the third life, 107 to merit the Buddha, and he will fall to **** forever. ”

The Buddha is spiritual, the devil is the demon!

The devil will fall to **** and never expire!

Wen Xinya, that is the demon under his calamity!

The monk frowned, and whispered, "You know that the 108 robbers of Buddha are the worst?"

Worry from love, horror from love!

At this moment, he was deeply in love and could not extricate himself.

Si Yizhen replied: "Life is inherently suffering in this life, and cultivation in the future."

In previous lives, he was lonely and old but suffering!

In this life, he will finally be fulfilled, Naile!

"The healer is hard to heal the person who is dead, and the buddha is difficult to cross the person who has no chance. You break the Buddha ’s fate. From then on, Shura slaughtered the knife, and **** suffers from it." The monk frowned, and slowly closed his eyes: "You go, you My buddha is gone! "

Si Yizhang sat still on his knees: "The believer is suspicious, please ask the monk for guidance!"

Before, he was called a Buddhist disciple.

Today he is just a believer.

The monk whispered: "The killing has not disappeared, the blood is not hesitant, whoever dreamed of the big dream, I knew it all my life. The Buddha said that the evil person is doing the evil, the evil is doing the right thing, the evil person is doing the right thing, and the right thing is the thing. Hello yourself! "

Who knows big dreams, I know all my life.

Life is like a dream. What you have done, right or wrong, good or evil, only you know.

Si Yixu bowed down and worshiped, whispering, "Thank you Master for your doubts."

Intervening in Iran's internal affairs without permission, creating killings and dying with blood, which is contrary to his usual behavior, he suffers from **** and believers in Buddhism.

The monk was silent.

Falling into silence.

As if time goes by.

The room was dark, and it was difficult to get in the sunlight. There was only a butter lamp, and the lights were like beans, guiding all beings.

Si Yixi sat quietly for a while, and time passed, and he didn't realize it.

Until the twilight moved west and the room became completely dark, he opened his eyes, stood slowly, saluted to the monk silently, and turned away step by step.

The monk kept his eyes closed and suddenly opened his eyes.

The quiet grey eyes are chaotic and dull, but they are full of wisdom that has been precipitated after seeing the red world.

One step, reincarnation!

One step, hell.

One step, no return!

He walked one way and did not return.

Moreover, he was walking without hesitation.

Si Yizhen left the courtyard and occasionally passed by tourists.

Until he reached the bottom of the temple, he looked at the mountain, the pagoda gradually disappeared, and the Brahman sound continued.

He slowly took out his mobile phone to turn it on. The caller information on the mobile phone showed that there were more than 30 missed calls and more than 20 messages. They were all Wen Xinya.

Civil war in Iraq, she might be scared!

Si also read her messages one by one.

The same good news is not good news, she tried to reassure him.

In fact, she couldn't escape everything.

Mr. Wen was unconscious and unconscious. The Wen family husband and wife ran into each other and bite each other. She came to preside over the overall situation of the Wen Group, including Mr. Wen, who woke up, he knew!

"The peace charm has been embroidered. When are you coming back?"

The last message is nine o'clock this morning.

Si Yizhen smiled: "It's three months now, and it's time to set off!"

He suddenly had some expectations, what exactly was the symbol of peace she embroidered with acacia (silk).