Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 169 The Buddha Brother and the Assassin Brother 36

Across from him, Lu Ming, dressed in black, grinned and fired at him with a strangely shaped gun without any mercy.

He Yunmin focused on defense and did not take the initiative to attack. Lu Ming laughed and said, "He Yunmin, you've become afraid of death after being away for a few days."

"Uh." Before he could finish his sarcastic remark, He Yunmin seized the opportunity and quickly stepped forward to grab his neck tightly.

His eyes were deep and sinister as he gritted his teeth and said, "Lu Ming, if you ever lay a hand on me again, even if it violates the rules of the Blood Moon Killing Hall, I will kill you!"

That bastard Lu Ming was already here when He Yunmin was taken back to the Blood Moon Killing Hall.

I don't know what grudge they have against the He family. When they were children, they pushed Zhao Zhao into the water, and they've been going against them quite a bit these past two years.

His open and covert assassinations and poisonings were commonplace. He Yunmin had suffered a lot at his hands before, but now, he would not tolerate such insolence!

Raising her hand, as if it had been stained with something dirty, He Yunmin looked at her with disgust and forcefully threw him away.

Lu Ming's martial arts skills were not as high as his, nor was his physical fitness. He Yunmin exerted all his strength, and Lu Ming easily rolled several meters away.

"Ouch."

He wasn't angry. When he fell and hurt himself, he simply lay on the ground and muttered, "Who messed with this idiot again?"

"I'm truly impressed."

He Yunmin ignored his muttering and went back to her room with a cold face.

After that, when he practiced his skills or sparred with others, he was careful to protect his body. He took great care of himself in his daily life. Although he felt restricted, he was happy and at ease.

Zhao Zhao's life was much more comfortable than He Yunmin's.

That night, like countless other ordinary nights, Zhao Zhao had a precognitive dream. The difference was that he was finally able to see his father and mother... and they were doing well.

After waking up, Zhao Zhao had a smile on her lips, looking very gentle and content.

With the recent continuous rain restricting their movement, the abbot instructed Zhaozhao to chant sutras for the monks inside the hall.

He sat at the head of the group of monks, a smile of compassion for all living beings on his face, patiently explaining the scriptures word by word. He was very insightful and could understand even the most obscure scriptures thoroughly.

Beneath the high seat, the monks listened attentively, their minds emptied, as their Buddhist disciples preached the Dharma.

Despite his young age, the Buddhist disciple possessed remarkable abilities. His ability to foresee dreams was so legendary among the monks in the know that even Master Xuanxin was outshone by Zhaozhao in this regard.

At this moment, Fuwei was also sitting at the lower end, listening with a smile to the little monk beside him praising and admiring Zhaozhao. The little monk was young and did not understand the rules, but he knew how to judge people.

Fu Wei thought, "He has good insight."

Following the gaze of the crowd, he saw Zhao Zhao sitting in front of the golden Buddha statue. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he even saw a holy light emanating from behind Zhao Zhao.

Blink hard, then open your eyes again, and there is still the gentle and wise junior brother Ruosheng in front of you, without the slightest difference.

"Heh, I guess he's getting old and his eyesight is failing." But he was only trying to fool himself temporarily. After all, for Zhao Zhao, the appearance of such a miracle was just a matter of time.

The holy Buddha will eventually descend to earth and save the dawn.

But he didn't know that the Holy Buddha would only descend to earth for eighteen years, and no one could keep him there.

In the peaceful days that followed, Zhao Zhao never left Hongci Temple again, nor did she ever see He Yunmin again.

But on this day, He Yunmin once again climbed those four thousand steps to see Zhaozhao.

At that time, Zhao Zhao was giving a sermon. He Yunmin saw his figure surrounded by a crowd from afar and walked towards him with cheerful steps, but was stopped by Xuan Xin who suddenly appeared.

"The donor stays."