Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1101 Becoming a Buddha with One Thought (Part [-])
However, she still appeared.

Still so flamboyant and bright, the bright colors can ignite some unknown emotion in the chest almost instantly.

Burning blazingly, with the force of a prairie fire, it almost destroyed the holy and immaculate Buddha's will, devouring everything.

I began to observe her words and deeds subconsciously, began to ponder her emotions, and even began to look closely at her appearance.

She was born beautiful, like fire, extraordinarily flamboyant and agile.

In particular, when her eyes looked over, they were curved, and the emotions inside were fierce and vivid, and she never seemed to want to hide it.

So, after seeing each other for the first time in a real sense, I knew - she likes me.

So happy, so happy that when she wanted to hug me, she still took my identity into consideration, and then stood upright.

She seems to have always wanted to get close to me, but she just knew my identity, so she has always been scruples.

She said that she didn't like the way the Emperor looked at her, she didn't like the Emperor, and she didn't want to be his woman.

Listen, I'm probably crazy, and I want to ask in my mind-then do you want to be my woman?

I might be really crazy.

That day, I gave her a painting and calligraphy.

It's the prayer scripture she wanted, and I've copied it long ago, but...she hasn't come, so I haven't been able to give it to her.

She was happy, as happy as a little girl with candy.

She wanted to rush up to hug me again, but in the end, she still didn't move, and even took two steps back.

In just two steps, it is clearly within reach.

But there seems to be an invisible and wide gap between the two people, which cannot and cannot be touched.

When she left, she was still looking back.

The warm light shone on her face, she smiled, waved to him, and then gradually walked away.

The figure became farther and farther away, and also became more and more ethereal.

It seems as if it will disappear in this world in the next second. It cannot be touched, grasped, or kept.

I don't know how to describe the feeling of that moment.

It seems that the heart is empty, empty, and there is a cold wind blowing in.

I don't know who it was, emptied all the things in his heart, and there was nothing left.

Only the endless affection was left, and suddenly, as if stimulated, it broke through the ground and grew wildly.

Keep driving me, let me start dreaming.

An unprecedented dream, in the dream, she hooked him with a smile, like a fairy, constantly hooking him to sink.

Buddhism and Taoism are supposed to cultivate the mind, and even more so, to be pure-hearted and have few desires, so as not to give birth to any lustful thoughts.

But not only did I fail to do it, but I became more and more addicted to this dream.

She dreams every day. In the dream, she plays and plays with him, laughing constantly.

The taste of love between men and women in the dream is like the addictive poppy, the more you touch it, the harder it is to quit.

It can only force me to keep reciting the heart formula, keep suppressing it, and try my best not to lose my composure in the holy Buddhist temple.

It's just that it's easy for the body to quit addiction.

But psychologically, it is even more difficult.

In other words, it was more uncomfortable than letting him die.

I am relieved.

Constantly chanting the Buddha's Tao can only remind me and tell me that I am not a Buddha at all.

Because, I have selfishness, emotions, desires, and uncontrollable desires.

The instability of the lotus platform actually means that I no longer want to be a Buddha.

Rather than allowing myself to endure endless loneliness, I would rather be a human being.

Be a mortal with flesh and blood and without restraint.

In this way, I can have what I want most.

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