Chapter 159: Bodhi Temple, Seeking Immortality

Yu Zehui's cold eyes had a hint of smile, "He's good like this... I just want him to be lawless!"

"The guy who kills big ghosts holds a knife against your crotch every day, and you think he's doing well? Did he drug you?" Apart from this, Yang Wenbiao could not think of anything else.

Yu Zehui's face darkened. "Even if he drugs me, I'll take it. How long can a person like me live? He has a soft temper. What if he gets bullied by others after I'm gone? It's good to be a steel cannon. At least I won't be bullied in the future!"

Zhiyan slowly sat down against the door. Yu Zehui would never say these words to him. Too many people wanted to plot against him and put him to death. Yang Wenbiao and Liu Hai were the few people he could confide in.

When he suddenly said this, Yang Wenbiao felt uncomfortable, "You... don't say such sad words!"

Yu Zehui sheathed the Qi family sword. "I'm not saying this out of rage. I'm just preparing for a rainy day. I just regret not being able to teach him a little more."

Zhiyan has a heart disease and cannot put his heart and soul into anything he learns. Ironically, no matter what he learns, he is extremely talented. The master in the temple said that he was a genius, but damn, a genius, Yu Zehui didn't believe it!

"Don't think about those things when you are young. My friend opened an underground bar. Do you want to go and have some fun?" Yang Wenbiao crossed his legs. He just wanted to be a second-generation rich kid who didn't want to do anything. The only requirement his father had for him was that he couldn't do pornography, gambling or drugs. He could do whatever he wanted.

Yu Zehui was envious and jealous of him, "In your previous life, your mother must have been carrying shoes for Guanyin, the goddess of childbearing, every day, otherwise you wouldn't have been born into such a good family in this life!"

Yang Wenbiao laughed dumbly, "Can you say something nice with that dog mouth of yours?! You keep saying mommy all day long, no wonder your little steel cannon thinks you have a dirty mouth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhi Yan suddenly opened the door of the lounge and said, "I don't think he has a dirty mouth, I think you have a dirty mouth!"

When Yu Zehui saw Zhiyan, he instinctively hid the Qi family sword. Yang Wenbiao put down his crossed legs, quickly rushed to sit next to Yu Zehui, and said with a playful smile, "Little steel cannon, are you awake? I brought you the Qi family sword. It has been forged for more than two months. It can cut iron like mud. Do you want to try it?"

Yu Zehui frantically hinted at him to stop talking, but he didn't know whether this guy was pretending or really didn't see it.

Zhiyan didn't see the Qi family knife, "Where's the knife?"

"Under your husband's butt!" Yang Wenbiao said as he stood up. "He hid it as soon as you came out. There's a sapphire on the scabbard. I'm leaving first! You two can play with the knife slowly..."

Yang Wenbiao really didn't want to provoke Zhiyan, this little tough guy.

Yu Zehui opened his mouth and cursed him silently, "Fuck you, you're dead tonight!"

Yang Wenbiao put two fingers together on his lips and blew him a kiss, "Let's go, little cannon! Oh, and his mother too!"

Yu Zehui angrily took off his shoes and threw them at him, "He's your fucking brother!"

Yang Biao quickly closed the door, and his shoes hit the crack of the door. Yu Zehui jumped up and tried to pick up the shoes, cursing. After he put on his shoes, he remembered the knife hidden under his buttocks.

Turning sideways, Zhi Yan picked up the Qi family sword, grasped the downward-curved eggplant-shaped handle, pulled out the scabbard inlaid with sapphires, and tried the Xinyou sword technique. The sharp blade cut through the wind and made a violent roar. Yu Zehui did not dare to approach and retreated again and again.

This Qi family sword was much lighter than the one in the study. With only 20% of the force, it could split the sofa in half. Zhi Yan couldn't let it go and put it into the sapphire-inlaid scabbard with a move of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon.

"Do you like it?" Yu Zehui asked standing at the door of the office.

Zhi Yan stroked the curved eggplant-shaped handle, "I like it! It's better than the last Miao Dao, but... it's too extravagant to be inlaid with gems! Why are you standing so far away?"

Yu Zehui quickly stepped forward and held his shoulders, "I'm afraid that being too close to you will affect your swordplay..."

"It won't affect it! Thank you..." Zhi Yan held Qi Jiadao and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. He felt that one kiss was not enough, so he held him and kissed him several more times, making Yu Zehui's face full of saliva.

Seeing him so happy, I felt that the five hundred thousand dollars for the forge was worth it! "If you want anything else, tell your husband. I will do anything for you, even if it's someone else's husband!"

"Then... he's a bandit leader?" Zhi Yan was spoiled by him, but not to the point where he couldn't tell right from wrong.

Yu Zehui raised his sword-like eyebrows, and there was an undetectable cruelty in his smiling eyes, "I was originally a bandit leader. If I were not a bandit leader, would I be able to snatch you from your old father and make you my wife?"

Zhi Yan was a little dazed. It was only when Yu Zehui held him and sat him on his lap that he came to his senses and shouted, "Did you want me to be your wife at that time?!"

"Goddess, I said you are a little cannon, you really are a little cannon, right? If you keep yelling like this, your husband will become deaf sooner or later!"

Yu Zehui complained, but his two big hands tightened his waist, forcing him to eat so much food every day, but he didn't know where the food went, and he didn't gain any weight. He was so angry that he wanted to spank him but didn't dare to.

Zhi Yan thought of the time when Yu Zehui cruelly locked him outside the ward and wouldn't let him in. Every time he would cry for a long time before opening the door, and when he finally climbed onto the bed, he wouldn't let him hold him, so crying was useless until he showed him the scar on his chest.

Yu Zehui let him hold her while sleeping. He had always thought that Yu Zehui didn't like him, but he didn't expect...

"I was so young then, and you wanted me to be your wife, you beast!" Zhi Yan scolded coquettishly.

Yu Zehui raised his hand and was about to hit me, but suddenly pulled it back, "What the hell do you mean? When you were in the hospital, you came to sleep with me every day with a pillow in your arms. When I didn't let you sleep, you cried and made a fuss, and even kicked the door of the ward. Damn, you slept with me for half a year, you don't want to be my wife, what do you want to be? A bitch?"

Zhiyan, "..."

He just wanted to flirt with him, not to be a bitch...

"Is your bitch the same as the bitch I understand?"

Yu Zehui said coldly, "A bitch is just a bitch, right? What else can it mean? You slept with me for half a year, but if you don't marry me, you're a bitch!"

Zhi Yan was speechless after being rebuked. He bit his lip and angrily endured it again and again, but he couldn't help but yelled back, "Then I am your mistress now, right?! If I am a jerk, you are a jerk's husband, and you are not much better!"

Yu Zehui rubbed his ears numbly, "Wife, if you yell again, I will really become deaf..."

Zhiyan kissed his ear and said, "No, even if you are deaf, you are still the most handsome deaf man!"

Yu Zehui, "..."

"Are you exaggerating?"

Zhi Yan pinched his chin, "I'm your wife, and what I say is what it means! Are you going to have a meeting again? If not, go home, I'm hungry!"

Yu Zehui curled his lips, feeling that he had fallen completely into his hands. "Okay, let's go home! Little Cannon..."

In the evening with light smoke and sparse rain, Yu Zehui took Zhiyan to the temple built for him. They had agreed to come a month ago. But no one could have predicted that before that day came, Zhiyan's heart disease relapsed.

Zhi Yan was used to it. He couldn't remember how many times he had lain on the cold operating table...

He would be very scared before, but not now. With Yu Zehui guarding him at the door of the operating room, waiting for him and protecting him, no one dared to take his life, including Prince Yan.

Every time he woke up from surgery, the first person he saw was Yu Zehui. This was their agreement. This time, he wanted to go to the temple before the surgery. It was not to ask for Buddha's blessing, but because he was afraid that he would not be able to get off the operating table and would never see again.

He also didn't know whether people would turn into ghosts after death, so he had to come even though it was very painful.

It was probably because of the rain, the temple was dead silent, the halls were majestic, and the Buddha statues above the living beings were a little mysterious. The name of the temple was given by an enlightened monk, Bodhi Temple, which was taken from the "One Tree One Bodhi" in the "Heart Sutra of the Six Paramitas".

The largest hall is called the Hall of Eternal Life. Looking at the three characters on the plaque, Zhi Yan clenched Yu Zehui's hand and said, "I don't just want to be with you for this lifetime, I want to be with you for all eternity!"

Yu Zehui tightened his arms and kissed him secretly in front of the Buddha, "Why are you so greedy?"

Zhiyan didn't know if it was because of the smoke from the incense burner or what, but she just wanted to cry, "I'm just greedy! Who told you to be so nice... If one of us dies first, you have to prepare your home for the next life first. You are not allowed to mess around, and you are not allowed to look for someone else. Do you hear me?"

After Zhiyan got together with him, Yu Zehui rarely saw him cry except in bed. "Okay, I will definitely not mess around, but you, don't get into the wrong bed!"

Zhi Yanyi's hands couldn't stop shaking, his throat suddenly ached, and he hugged him, "I won't climb wrong, I will only climb into your bed..."

"Okay, it will be offensive if we talk about such dirty things in front of the Buddha. Go in, I'll wait for you outside. I won't go in because I'm allergic to incense..." He had committed too many sins, and he was afraid that going in would ruin his blessings.

Zhiyan knew he was lying but he didn't expose him. In the hall, there was only him and a little monk beating a wooden fish. Looking at the Buddha who could not be desecrated, he didn't pray endlessly like before, but just watched quietly. In the dull sound of the wooden fish, he remembered the first time he met Yu Zehui. Just that one glance, he decided to rely on Yu Zehui. Even though Yu Zehui was so disdainful and disgusted with him, he still relied on him, and this dependence lasted for ten years...

He spoiled him so much that he didn't know how high the sky was and how deep the earth was. No matter how evil, dirty, or chaotic the Yu family was, he was never allowed to see or hear anything. It was Yu Zehui who used his flesh and blood to block it for him. He didn't need to ask the Buddha to protect him anymore, because Yu Zehui would protect him. He looked at the cold Buddha again, and finally said nothing and turned around and walked out.

Yu Zehui held a black umbrella and looked at the rain bell hanging on the corner of the eaves through the rain. The water drops flowed very fast, and so did life...

A little boy holding a green apple suddenly rushed into his arms——