[Quick Transmigration] Struggle History of a Winner in Life

When Li Chengyu was 3 years old, Li Xiuyuan's parents passed away one after another.In addition to grief, Yan Zhi quickly dealt with their funeral.They originally gave birth to their only son Li Xiuyuan when they were in their 40s, but now they have grandchildren.To die now can be said to be the end of life.

Yan Zhi invited the monks from Guoqing Temple to save her father-in-law and mother-in-law, and pass the news to Li Xiuyuan by the way.Sure enough, Rouge found Li Xiuyuan among a group of monks.He didn't say anything, just hugged the child and felt his presence in front of Li Xiuyuan.

Li Xiuyuan's forehead trembled violently, and the scorching gaze almost pierced his stinky skin.He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and silently recited Buddhist scriptures.Just taking advantage of the break, I secretly took a look at Rouge.

After the first seven days, Yan Zhi sent off the monks with a gentle expression.When facing Daoji, he did not lose his composure, and his words and deeds were very in line with the rules.It was as if Dao Ji was not his partner, but just a stranger.

Daoji looked at Rouge's peaceful eyes, feeling very sad and sad for some reason.Obviously, he wanted Rouge to put it down.

When the elders in the family passed away, Yan Zhi naturally had to observe filial piety. In addition, during his filial piety, his biological parents also passed away one after another, so there were even more days to guard.

When Yanzhi was out of the filial piety period, Li Chengyu was already 10 years old, and began to follow Yanzhi to take care of family affairs.

But Daoji left Guoqing Temple, went to Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou, and worshiped Zen Master Huiyuan as his teacher.

Zen Master Huiyuan, also known as Zen Master Fohai, is the abbot of Lingyin Temple. He is a generation of eminent monks and is admired by thousands of people.

Traveling to and from Yanbo, he called himself the head of the West Lake for ten years.The autumn wind blows out of Luhua Port every five or two.Singing proudly, the night is quiet and the sound is bright.No one rewarded, clapped their hands, and sang through thousands of mountains.This poem is the language of his self-titled portrait, from which we can see his noble morality.

In just 7 years, Monk Daoji has become famous. No one in the world knows that he punishes evil and promotes good, kills demons and demons, and saves all living beings.