Chapter 1118 In this world, everyone has their own path

  Qin Zong's eyes were cold and indifferent, and he couldn't see any emotions.

  He did not answer simple words, but shook the wine bottle between his slender fingers, and looked up to drink from time to time, and a bunch of wine bottles were vacated before long.

  Jijian frowned slightly, pressed his right hand on the center of his eyebrows, holding the wine bottle in his left hand, and looked at each other with Liu Wu, both of which saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

   Liu Wu: "Three brothers! Don't drink it!"

   "If you drink it again, you will be really drunk!"

   "You just drink like this, it's no use!"

   Liu Wu tightly frowned, he really couldn't see it. Third brother had never been like this.

   "I'll call Yan Tao to come over!"

   "I want to ask him what is going on!"

  The third brother who provokes him has become what he is now!

   Qin Zong raised his handsome face slightly when he heard the sound, his eyes were cold and cold, and his expression was cold, as scary as frosty iron in the winter.

   His eyes were cold and full of warnings.

  Too scared Liu Wushao backed away, shrinking his neck to look at Jian Jian.

   "Second brother! What shall we do?"

  Simple frowned slightly.

  Qin Zong is like this, he can't solve the matter.

   "Drink."

   "Today, we will accompany you to get drunk."

  Simple reopened a bottle of wine and handed it to Liu Wu, “About, our brothers haven’t been drinking together for a long time.”

   "The last time I drank, it was many years ago..."

   Liu Wu's eyes moved lightly, and then raised his head to pour the wine.

  Qin Zong leaned back on the sofa, with his hands on his legs at random, his whole body was cold, his face was cold and noble, and the chill came out vaguely.

  The heart is upset, and there is some vaguely unexplained heartache and confusion.

  He rarely has such a low time.

   Just bowed his head and closed his eyes, and went to drink.

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  The view of Qingyang.

  Young Master Yan sat bored on the steps in the courtyard after eating. His slender legs crossed two steps and fell to the ground. In a lazy posture, his face felt low again.

  There are many kinds of birds and even owls hanging upside down on the eaves of the Qingyang Temple.

  One or two are not afraid of people, they fall in the courtyard and pecks, chattering and jumping around,

Wuchen was also sitting on the steps, feeling a little depressed mood of the teenager, and smiled softly, "Master Yan, what is upsetting, you tell me, maybe I can help?"

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows, his eyes fluttered down to the dust-free surface, his thin lips twitched lightly, and smiled silently, "Wuchen, you worshipped the Buddhist temple since childhood. Who did you like when you were a teenager? Pass the precepts in the temple?"

"...It is a common occurrence to break the precepts," Wuchen smiled, and a gentle smile appeared on Junxiu Chuchen's face. "I didn't want to be a monk at that time. It was common for me to run out of the temple, but nothing happened. Brother Zhi had great expectations for me, hoping that I could study the Buddhist scriptures carefully and comprehend the truth of Buddhism. When I was young, I was rebellious and punished."

"It's just that something happened later, and I suddenly realized that some people and things in this world are destined. It's like me, according to the abbot's words, going to Buddhism and becoming a monk. This is the way I should go in this life. "

  While Wuchen spoke, he raised his eyes slightly, and the stars on the deep sky were shining brightly. He raised his hand slightly, a string of Buddhist beads entwined between his white wrists.

  The young and handsome monk looked up at the sky, with a compassionate expression, and his face was misty and untainted.

  (End of this chapter)