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Chapter 243 Am I Really a Short-lived Ghost?

Fu Ziqi looked at Fu Jihen's expression quietly.

There is a kind of relief that has finally arrived, and there is also a resignation after the resistance fails, and a little unwillingness.

Fu Ziqi said, "Tiandao asked me a question."

Fu Jihen: "What's the problem?"

He was actually a little urgent, perhaps because he wanted to know why he was abandoned by the heavens.

Fu Ziqi said, "The Dao of Heaven asked me if I am qualified to carry its will, and if I can never forget my responsibilities throughout my life."

"I said, I can." Fu Ziqi was not afraid, and looked directly into Fu Jihen's old eyes.

Fu Jihen was stunned for a long time, then smiled self-deprecatingly, "I see... I should have thought of it earlier."

After a while, he looked at Fu Ziqi, "Do you think you beat me?"

Fu Ziqi frowned and said nothing.She didn't think it was judged by winning or losing.As for the master Fu Jihen, she at least once respected him.

Fu Jihen sneered, "When you were born, I didn't understand what the last two sentences of your order meant. There is no generation of national teachers who will die early. But now I know why."

"Fu Ziqi, you are too stubborn." He said, "They can't tolerate you."

"I'm waiting for your end."

Fu Jihen left.He submitted the document to the king, explaining that he was going to step down, and Fu Zixi would succeed him as the national teacher.

Fu Ziqi sat quietly for a long time.

An early death?

She was destined to be the next national teacher since she was born, but no one told her that the order she knew was actually incomplete?She doesn't even know her own fate?

It's ridiculous.

Ming Zhi came over with a snack, seeing her sitting in a daze, he didn't bother her, put the snack down, and continued to make the half-made dress for Fu Zixi.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Zixi said, "Mingzhi, get ready, and go to Wanfa Temple with me tomorrow."

Ming Zhi was stunned for a moment, puzzled, "Since when did the girl believe in Buddhism?"

Fu Zixi said, "I don't believe in Buddhism, I'm just looking for someone."

"Looking for someone? Who is it?" Ming Zhi pondered, aren't there all monks in Wanfa Temple?Where can I find someone?

Fu Zixi said, "Du Hui."

Ten years ago, it was Du Hui who gave her the order.

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Early the next morning, Fu Ziqi took Ming Zhi out of the National Teacher's Mansion.

Wanfa Temple is very popular, and there is the world's number one face-mian master sitting in town. Pilgrims sprinkle a lot of sesame oil money into the merit box, batch after batch of people beg to see Master Duhui, begging for a Master Duhui chance to meet.

But it's a pity that Master Duhui only meets one or two predestined people throughout the year, and basically closes the door to other people.

Fu Ziqi didn't see the transition, but he had heard rumors about him.

She felt that Du Hui must be a very cold monk!
Fu Ziqi went to the little novice who was waiting for guests, and said that she wanted to see Master Duhui. She thought that Duhui was so cold and cold, and she would have to talk a little bit more to achieve her goal. Who knew that the little novice said "Amitabha" and said "Amitabha". He smiled and said, "Elder Du Hui has been waiting for a distinguished guest for a long time."

Fu Ziqi blinked, a little surprised, and then remembered that the face-mian master is not only for face-to-face, I heard that he also dabbles in numerology and numerology, Du Hui's face-to-face has left like this, and even some small things should not be there Next.

But she still couldn't help sighing, "It's so mysterious."

The little monk didn't know if he heard her sigh, turned his head to look at her, and smiled slightly.

The little novice brought Fu Zixi and Mingzhi to the back door of Wanfa Temple, and there was a very long and high stone step at the back door.

The little novice bowed his waist, "Benefactor, we have arrived."

"Okay, thank you."

The little novice said, "Forgive me, the benefactor, I am afraid that this benefactor cannot go with you."

Fu Zixi raised his eyebrows and looked at Ming Zhi, but he didn't ask why, and told Ming Zhi, "Then you can wait here for me."

Naturally, Ming Zhi would not disagree, "Miss, be careful alone!"

Fu Ziqi smiled and said, "Is there anything dangerous in the temple?"

Not long after I finished saying this, I was slapped in the face!
Fu Zixi didn't find anyone, only saw a broom on the stone steps not far away, but no one.

She walked over curiously, and suddenly something fell from the nearby tree, and it fell in front of Fu Ziqi.

When Fu Ziqi saw it, goosebumps arose!
snake! ! !
Fu Ziqi even dared to scold Tiandao he just met, but he was only afraid of snakes!It's not that she's simply afraid, it's just that when she sees this wet, soft, wriggling animal... she gets goosebumps!

Fu Ziqi didn't dare to move.

At this time, a monk came out from the nearby woodland, saw the snake on the ground, sighed, read a few scriptures, then approached, squatted down, and stretched out his hand.

Fu Ziqi saw that the snake that gave her goosebumps climbed onto the monk's hand very obediently, and did not bite him.

The monk walked into the forest again, and after a while, when he came back, the snake was gone, and it seemed that he had released it.

Fu Zixi felt admiration for this monk!
Brave!

The monk was wearing a dusty robe, which was worse than the little novice who led the way just now, and he had a beard, and the white beard was quite long. Fu Zixi felt a little itchy when he saw it. What would a braid look like...

The monk was very kind, folded his hands together and bent over with a smile, he didn't try to be perfunctory just because Fu Ziqi was only a ten-year-old child.

"Benefactor, I haven't seen you in ten years, how are you doing?"

ten years?

She is only ten years old now, and the only monk she "saw" when she was born was the famous eminent monk, Master Duhui!
"Master Duhui?" Fu Ziqi's eyes widened slightly, feeling that this monk was different from the master she imagined.

Du Hui smiled and nodded, "Poor monk Du Hui."

Fu Ziqi: "You took my name?"

Du Hui smiled and said, "Yes and no. To be precise, the name of the benefactor is determined by the way of heaven, and the poor monk just calculated it."

"Didn't you take that?" Fu Zixi curled his lips, "Then you also said my order?"

Du Hui didn't hold on to it, and answered her second question, "Exactly."

Fu Zixi paused, hesitated for a while, and decided to ask: "Then, will I really die early?"

Fu Ziqi looked at Du Hui with curiosity and confusion, waiting for his answer.

Du Hui looked at her kindly, and said, "Everyone will die, it's just that some people die earlier and some people later. Maybe the trajectories are different, but they all lead to the same goal."

Fu Ziqi: "So what my master said is true, am I really a short-lived ghost?"

She didn't listen to Du Hui's clichés at all.

She was in a bad mood.

No matter who knows that he will really be short-lived, he will not be happy, right?
She has the urge to make a big fuss with Tiandao!

(End of this chapter)