Chapter 1000 Buddha? Founder?

"Brother, when you put it that way, I also think that Buddha and Fangzheng are similar. It seems that Fangzheng also has a boy?" The third child just doesn't like to think, or his muscles are faster than his brain. But it doesn't mean he can't think!

Song Xianhe narrowed his eyes and nodded. From the first time he met Fangzheng, he felt that this monk was not easy. When he was killing people on the mountain, he and Fangzheng looked at each other. At that time, he only felt that Fangzheng's eyes were unfathomable, and he seemed to be able to see through him, seeing everything about him.

But he didn't think much about it at the time, it was just an illusion. Now that I think about it carefully, that look is clearly a Buddha looking at a sinner! It's just that this Buddha doesn't seem to be in a hurry, but is quietly waiting for something.

So, what is he waiting for?

Song Xianhe had a vague feeling that the monk was waiting for him! Or rather, they are waiting for them!

Thinking of this, Song Xianhe felt uncomfortable all over, subconsciously looked up at the ceiling, as if someone was looking at him in the dark.

At night, point to the mountain.

"Where am I?" The second child sat up blankly, his eyes were extremely blurred, then his pupils focused, and he looked around vigilantly.

"Amitabha, benefactor, since you are awake, let's go down the mountain." At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

When the second child heard this, he turned around suddenly, and saw a monk in white sitting at the door, looking outside under the dim light. He could only see a figure from the back, but it was such a figure that made him shake and relax.

But immediately, he was also awakened by this back, and said in surprise: "I... Didn't I fall off the cliff and die? No, I didn't die!" The second child touched his body, and then asked: "You are Fang Zheng's host?" ?”

Fangzheng turned around slowly, nodded slightly and said, "Benefactor, go down the mountain."

"But, I..." The second child didn't know why, the more calm Fangzheng behaved, the more uneasy he felt. Thinking of the scene after he fell off the cliff, even if he was killed, he would not believe that he was still alive! Such a high cliff, who can save him?

"If you have any questions, you can ask the Buddha. If you don't have any, go down the mountain." Fangzheng started to push people away again.

The second child got up and touched his stomach. The stab wound was still painful, reminding him that all this was not a dream. He still wanted to ask Fang Zheng something, but found that Fang Zheng had already got up and walked outside.

The second child hurriedly got up and followed, and when he caught up, he saw that Fangzheng had already entered the Buddhist hall, sitting behind the big wooden fish, boom! ~ Boom! Boom! knocked up.

The second son listened to the vibrato-filled sound of wooden fish and the sound of chanting scriptures with Buddhist rhyme, and then thought of the life and death he had experienced. He seemed to see something in a trance, but he couldn't figure it out.

The feeling of confusion in my heart became stronger, and I walked slowly into the Buddhist hall, knelt on the futon, looked up at the Buddha statue, folded my hands together, and gently closed my eyes.

At that moment, he only felt that his whole body became ethereal, and it seemed as if his whole body was soaring into the sky, flying into the sky. It seemed to be reincarnated between life and death, and endless memories flashed in my mind.

At the same time, Fangzheng slowly opened his eyes, and there was a flash of light in his eyes - a dream!

The next moment, the screen in front of Fangzheng changed.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!" The cry of a child rang in my ears.

The picture was a bit blurry, it seemed that tears blocked the eyes, and only a blurry figure could be seen.

"I'm sorry, child, I really can't afford to support you. I can't live long. I just hope that someone with good intentions can adopt you and give you a home. I'm sorry..." The figure seemed to be crying as well, talking retreated, and finally disappeared from sight.

At that moment, Fangzheng could feel that the child was crying desperately, but he was too small and weak to wave his little hands but couldn't catch anything, so he could only keep crying, crying loudly, crying out his throat!

Outsiders may not understand what the baby is shouting, but Fangzheng understands, he is shouting: "Mom! Come back!"

At that moment, Fangzheng's heart throbbed with pain, because he was also an abandoned child, and he could feel the despair and pain from the baby. A child who is about to lose his mother, powerless, desperate, and in pain! The surrounding temperature also seemed to be getting lower and lower, getting colder and colder.

This world is so cold!

The screen fell into darkness, and when it lit up again...

Fangzheng still felt the incomparable cold, as if his blood was about to freeze. The coldness was not only the temperature, but also the coldness of despair in his heart.

"Another poor child." A gentle voice suddenly sounded, the voice was extremely warm, like the sun in winter. One sentence, but Fangzheng trembled when he heard it...

The child slowly opened his eyes, and saw a middle-aged man approaching. Those were a pair of extremely gentle eyes, extremely compassionate eyes. For some reason, after seeing these eyes, the child stopped crying, but stretched out his hands subconsciously.

"Okay, since no one wants you, then I want you. From now on, your name will be Song Xianshu." The man smiled slightly and picked up the baby.

Feeling the man's body temperature, the baby suddenly smiled.

The man laughed loudly and said, "Hey, you're not that big but you're quite energetic. You also have an older brother, his name is Song Xianhe."

While talking, the man left with the baby in his arms.

When the screen is dark, when it lights up again.

"Xianhe, come and see, you have a younger brother. You will be an older brother in the future, and you have to take care of your younger brother." The man smiled, and carried the child in his arms to another child who was over one year old.

When the one-year-old boy heard this, he immediately ran over and yelled, "Brother! Brother!"

The screen turned again, and in an instant, the children had grown up, one was three years old and the other was more than one year old.

When eating, there was nothing to eat on the man's table, only a potato and a bowl of vegetable soup.

Song Xianhe and Song Xianshu were sitting there with half a large potato in front of them, and each of them took a bite. Song Xianhe always ate a little bit, but Song Xianshu didn't understand, so he gnawed on it. By the time they finished eating, Song Xianshu had basically eaten up a big potato...

The man said: "Xianhe, you can eat this." While talking, he handed the potato in his hand to Song Xianhe, but Song Xianhe shook his head and said, "No, Dad, I'm not feeling well recently and I can't eat it. You want it every day I need to eat more when I work, and my younger brother is also growing up, so I need to eat more. When I grow up, we can work together, and then we will eat two potatoes for a meal!"

When the man heard it, his eyes immediately became moist, and he didn't know whether he was moved or he felt sorry for the two children. Only Song Xianshu still tilted his head and didn't understand anything...

The picture changed again, and the child grew up a bit.