Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1090 One Thought Becomes a Buddha (47)

Her eyes were red and shed tears, as if she was even sadder just now.

Against the backdrop of the fire, her soft and long black hair hangs down, symbolizing the endless mortal world and troubles.

Hooking him, step by step, she walked down the lotus platform, down the Buddhist altar, and then shed off that layer of cold and dusty Buddhist clothes.

She didn't want to do this, but she never thought--

The Buddha still had the benevolent and compassionate appearance, with gentle eyes, wiping her tears.

"Benefactor, you should believe that there is a definite number in the dark."

"I once said that no matter what the final outcome is, I will admit it, and I will admit it willingly."

"Therefore, there is no need for the benefactor to worry. I will bear all the mistakes, and I am willing to bear all the consequences."

The little beauty looked at him with tears in her eyes: "But, in this way, you will not be able to go back to the Heavenly Palace, and you will no longer be a Buddha respected by everyone. Are you willing to do so?"

He seemed to be smiling, his snow-white face and eyes were indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything, as if he had expected all of this a long time ago.

He said: "Almsgiver, do you understand that instead of being a lonely and eternal Buddha in the sky, then I would rather stay in the world and be with you for a short life."

"What is the so-called success compared to resignation from death? Wishing to be a mandarin duck and not envious of immortals. I used to be unable to understand this sentence, but now"

"I think I get it."

The Buddha should have great love without boundaries, but he has already indulged in small love, and he is happy with it.

He admits that he is not a Buddha and cannot become a Buddha.

He cannot cut off the seven emotions and six desires, nor can he give up.

That being the case, why insist on becoming a Buddha?
What's more... What's so good about Buddha?
The little beauty looked at him with wet eyes, but didn't speak.

At this moment, the sound of the wind outside seemed to have disappeared, as did the sound of the collision of the door frame.

It seemed that there were only the two of them left in the world. In the darkness, the sparks were brilliant.

After a long time, she suddenly kissed him.

She closed her eyes, put out the only light, and kissed her deeply.

No words, no voice, but with a bit of urgency.

He hugged her and slowly patted her back.

Soon, he rolled over again and pushed her down.

That night, the wind howled, the lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled.

At some point outside, there was a violent storm, sweeping in, almost destroying everything in its path.

In the dark night, huge lightning lights up the entire sky.

Boom, boom, thunder and thunder, as if the mountains were shaken for a moment, and the world was shattered.

Torrential rain, high winds, raging outside.

The wing room with dilapidated eaves has already leaked water, which is all over the floor.

As for the wing room without a door, the torrential rain was blown in.

The violent wind even wet the woman's clothes placed by the bed, and the things inside were blown all over the ground by the strong wind.

It's so messy and vast, but it seems that it can't affect the wing in the middle.

The door of the wing room was tightly closed, and a barrier had already been set up outside.

Buddha light emerges, extremely pure.

Subtle and ambiguous voices came from within the barrier, but they were quickly covered up by the storm all night, and no one heard them.

Only a sigh came from nowhere, as if it came from the horizon, illusory, leaving endless regrets.

This night, the Buddha...is no longer a Buddha.

Nothing seems to have changed.

But all the Buddhas know that the holy lotus platform on the Buddha Hall is no longer there.
Can't wait for its owner.

(End of this chapter)