Xiaoyao rubbed the scroll into his chest, and he hugged it tightly. The cold scroll was flattened by the painting paper, and Xiaoyao's nose felt sour.

He put away all these things and walked to Xiuyuan. He still maintained his sitting position, motionless, his head gently drooped, and the hair floating down his forehead gently flew.

"Master, we're back, I'll carry you." Xiaoyao carried Xiuyuan on his back, Xiuyuan was on his back. Xiaoyao felt as heavy as if he was carrying a mountain. He wiped away his tears and walked down the mountain step by step.

"Master, I carry you on my back, and let's go on my back, I will not leave you anymore." It was a kind of father-son affection. Xiaoyao, who was already old, carried the old and abnormal cultivation. In this way, he left heavy footprints and walked slowly.

The desolate mountain was in the twilight, and the sunset reflected the backs of the two people, pulling a long reflection on the ground.

Xiaoyao bit his lips, but tears still fell down incompetently, leaving drop by drop on their way home.

"Master—" Xiaoyao called Xiuyuan in a choked and hoarse voice, "Your suffering is over, you need to have a good rest. I know you are sleeping, you can sleep well, and when you wake up, we will get home."

Xiaoyao held back the loneliness that no one responded, so he refused to cry, "Master, I will wipe you when I get home. Let's take a good bath and don't let others say we are crazy monks." Xiaoyao said while recalling the thin and neat Xiuyuan, who was always wrapped in blue and white clothes, stood up straight, and smiled in the sun and smiled warmly.

Xiaoyao slowly carried Xiuyuan back to the temple. He ignored other people's responses and just put Xiuyuan on the bed and fetched a basin of hot water, "You guys go out, I want to wipe the master's body."

The monks retreated one after another. Xiaoyao looked at the master. He lay calmly. Xiaoyao smiled slightly and helped him up, "Master, I'll wipe your body."

That night, Xiaoyao wiped Xiuyuan carefully, then changed into clean clothes that the monk brought. Looking at Xiuyuan, Xiaoyao stroked his messy beard. Finally, after he did all this, he was extremely disappointed to cover him, because he knew that he could no longer see Xiuyuan, so he couldn't help but squat down, covered his face and started crying.

Xiaoyao's crying could be heard throughout the temple.

In the second year of Jiading (1209 AD), he was known as the Living Buddha, Duke Ji, and died in Jingci Temple.

In order to commemorate him, people built a statue of Daoji in Jingci Temple.

Not long after Xiu Yuan passed away, one night, a gust of wind came in front of the statue of Daoji in Jingci Temple. The wind blew the leaves and curled up in the hazy night. A woman in white was tall and wearing a white veil. Until she walked to the front of the statue, the woman slowly lifted her veil. Under the veil was the most familiar face. The woman looked at the statue and stood blankly, "Xiu Yuan, I'm back."

Buyu spoke. For thirty years, she had an unchanged face. Looking at the image of Xiuyuan, she was extremely calm. After a while, another faint wind blew up. Her clothes blew up with the wind, and another person slowly walked over, turned his head and was an Arhat.

"You are here too." Buyu didn't look at him, but still looked at the statue.

"The suffering of Xiuyuan in this life has finally ended, and I am here to send him a trip."

Both of them looked at the statue, and then there was a long silence.

"Arhat," Buyu paused and finally spoke, "I'll ask you, if you didn't have the Buddhist beads to protect you at that time, would you have lived a different life?"

The Arhat's eyes were a little solemn. Thirty years ago, when Arhat was about to divide Buyu with the punishment of whipping to death, Xiuyuan appeared. He volunteered to execute the punishment. Before the execution, he squatted down and said a few words to Buyu. He called Buyu to stand on and put the Buddhist beads made of Xuanbing into jade plaques outside Buyu. The jade beads made of Buddhist beads once again saved Buyu's life.

The Luohan had already seen through all this at that time. He just frowned, but did not interfere.

Until the whipping was over, Buyu was about to die. Xiuyuan trembled with the blood-stained whip. The arhat walked to him and asked softly in his ear, "Xiuyuan, don't you regret doing this?" This regret does not mean the whipping of Buyu, but Xiuyuan once again chose to save the nine-tailed fox demon in front of the Buddha.

Then Xiu Yuan turned around and looked at the Arhat. His eyes were filled with relief. Xiu Yuan shook his head, "Don't regret it, Arhat, if it were you, you would have done this, but you have done it once. This time, let me bear all the consequences." Xiu Yuan pursed his lips and smiled.

Yes, Xiuyuan brought the seemingly dead Buyu back and handed it over to Wanghen and his mother-in-law. He was so reluctant to leave. Seeing Buyu gradually leave him, his body was covered with unchanging blood. Xiuyuan watched everyone walk away slowly, leaving only him and Xiaoyao.

He didn't say it, and it was not to anyone, but he knew what was waiting for him, and that was endless suffering.

Xiuyuan then endured the pain and drove Xiaoyao away. He didn't want anyone around him to suffer anymore, so he chose to throw out Xiaoyao's baggage in a heavy rain one day. Xiaoyao was extremely disappointed and left here. Looking at Xiaoyao's back as he left, Xiuyuan slowly slid down on the ground with his body leaning against the door panel. He let out a long sigh. Now that's it, he can just bear everything alone.

On the third day after being brought back, Buyu finally woke up. She was about to be buried and was reborn. Just when everyone was incredible, the old and the young appeared, recounting the situation at that time and the practice of cultivating the world and hiding the world.

She covered her mouth without hesitation, and the next moment she was about to run out, but Wanghen pulled her to her mother, who was still unable to stand firm.

The old man stopped her, "Do you want to make Xiuyuan live a more miserable life? It's only a matter of time before the Buddha discovered it, but Xiuyuan has already made such a choice. He has really made great sacrifices for you. Please don't let him down. He just wants you to live, so you can live well."

Buyu stood there, her tears had broken.

Buyu did not die, but he left seven indelible whip marks on his body.

The little boy looked at him, "You go, the farther away from this, the better. Never have the thought of seeing Xiuyuan again. You and him must not meet again. Do you understand?"

Buyu bit her lower lip, her body trembled, Forget-scar held her mother, Buyu shook her head, "Why, why--"

"Remember, there is no reason, nothing, this is fate." The old man said.

Buyu rushed out, stood outside the cave, on the top of the mountain, she opened her arms and shouted, "Xiuyuan--" There were unwavering and shrill echoes in the empty valley.
Chapter completed!