Chapter 1118 In This World, Everyone Has Their Own Path

Qin Zong's eyes were cold and indifferent, unable to see any emotion.

He didn't answer the simple words, but shook the wine bottle between his slender fingers, raised his head to drink from time to time, and soon a bunch of wine bottles were emptied.

Jian Jian frowned slightly, pressed his right hand between his brows, and held the wine bottle with his left, and looked at each other with Liu Wu, both of whom could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Liu Wu: "Third brother! Stop drinking!"

"If you drink any more, you'll be really drunk!"

"It's useless if you just drink like this!"

Liu Wushen frowned, he really couldn't see it, the third brother had never been like this before.

"I'll call Yan Tao to come over!"

"I want to ask him what's going on!"

The third brother who provoked became what he is now!

Hearing the sound, Qin Zong raised his handsome face slightly, the light in his eyes was cold and cold, and his expression was also cold, as scary as ice iron soaked in frost in winter.

His eyes were cold and full of warning.

Liu Wusou was so frightened that he backed away, shrinking his neck to look at Jian Jian.

"Second brother! What shall we do?"

Simple frowned slightly.

If Qin Zong is like this, he cannot solve this matter.

"Let's drink."

"Today, we will get drunk with you."

Jian Jian reopened a bottle of wine and handed it to Liu Wu, "Let's go, we brothers haven't had a drink together for a long time."

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

Liu Wu's eyes moved slightly, and then he raised his head and poured wine.

Qin Zong leaned on the sofa, with his hands casually resting on his lap, his whole body was bitterly cold, and his face was cold and noble, showing a faint chill.

Heart upset, and some vague heartache and confusion.

Rarely has he been this low.

Just bowed his head and looked down, and went to drink.

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Qingyang Temple.

After Master Yan finished his meal, he sat on the steps in the courtyard bored, his slender legs crossed two steps and fell to the ground, his slouch posture, but his face made people feel depressed.

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

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

Wu Chen was also sitting on the steps, sensing the young man's slightly depressed mood, he smiled lightly, "Master Yan, what's bothering you, tell me, maybe I can help?"

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows, his gaze fell lightly on Wu Chen's face, his thin lips were slightly hooked, and he smiled silently, "Wu Chen, you worshiped in a Buddhist temple since you were young, did you ever like anyone when you were young? Pass the precepts in the temple?"

"...Breaking precepts is a common thing," Wuchen smiled, and a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face, "I didn't want to become a monk at that time. Brother Zhi has great expectations for me, hoping that I can seriously study Buddhist scriptures and understand the truth of Buddhism. When I was young, I rebelled and was punished. "

"It's just that something happened later, and I suddenly realized that some people and certain things in this world are predestined. Just like me, according to what the abbot said, entering Buddhism and becoming a monk is the path I should take in this life. "

When Wuchen was speaking, he raised his eyes slightly, and the stars were shining brightly in the deep sky. He raised his hand slightly, and a string of Buddhist beads was wrapped around his white wrist.

The young and handsome monk looked up at the sky with a compassionate expression, his face was ethereal, and he was not half-stained by the red dust.