The sword rises

Chapter 1420 Under the bodhi tree, the Buddha sits alone

The first thousand and 420 chapters, under the Bodhi tree, the Buddha sits alone

The Buddha's heart fell into the water like a stone, causing ripples on the surface of the water, which could not be calm for a long time.

She is going back and getting married to someone else.

For some reason, the Buddha's son, who did not change his face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, became terrified.

"Monk, I'm leaving and I won't be coming back."

After decades of entanglement, Miao Hong'er failed to make the Buddha let go of the righteousness of Buddhism.Don't look at Miao Hong'er who is lively and cheerful on the surface, but extremely bitter in her heart, all relying on her unruly and love for Buddha in her bones, she has been supported until now.

Fozi lowered his eyebrows, not daring to raise his head, for fear of seeing Miao Hong'er's face.In that case, the Taoist heart of the Buddha may be shaken, which will cause great harm to the practice.

"Over the years, bother."

The pain in Miao Hong'er's heart was beyond words.

She is the third lady of the Miao family in the Western Regions, and she has no choice.If Miao Hong'er had power and status, she wouldn't be an accessory of the marriage.

Miao Hong'er's mother was a concubine, and died shortly after giving birth to Miao Hong'er.Therefore, Miao Hong'er has been loved by no one since she was a child, and she has survived to this day relying on her ingenuity and dexterity.

On the surface Miao Hong'er is a ghost, heartless and heartless, but in fact she knows everything in her heart.

Because of this, Miao Hong'er secretly ran out from the Miao family in the Western Regions, hoping to break out of the world and win the chance for her deceased biological mother to enter the ancestral grave.

This sentence of Miao Honger contains bitterness, and no one can understand the complex emotions contained in it.

"Miss San, it's time to go."

All the strong members of the Miao family came here in person to prevent Miao Hong'er from escaping again.

Miao Hong'er had no choice but to go back. The blood shed in her bones still belonged to the Miao family in the Western Regions.Some things are doomed and cannot be changed.

Tick!
Tears fell to the ground, Miao Hong'er was protected by all the powerful members of the Miao family, and went straight to Zhongzhou.

When the Buddha looked up, there was no one there, only the warm teardrops on a leaf that fell on the ground.

"Namo Amitabha."

After a long time, the Buddha clasped his hands together and murmured.

"Why does the poor monk's heart hurt?"

Since the Buddha's son entered Buddhism, he decided to promote Buddhism and preach it to the world.He took the revitalization of the great cause of Buddhism as his own duty, practiced Buddhism hard, and never slack off for a day.

The son of the Buddha also had a great opportunity, and was fortunate to pick up the Buddhist scriptures left by Gu Ran Buddha, and cultivated the heart of a pure Buddha, with a boundless future.

But today, there seems to be a crack in the Buddha's heart, which is painful.

Looking back on the recent dozens of years, Miao Hong'er has always followed behind Fozi, nagging in Fozi's ear all the time.At first, Fozi tried to get rid of Miao Hong'er in various ways, but gradually he got used to it, as if he was used to Miao Hong'er's existence.

Now that Miao Hong'er left, Fozi actually hated the tranquility a little.

"Bodhi does not have a tree, nor does a bright mirror have a stand. There is nothing in the first place. Where can the dust come from?"

The Buddha's heart is originally pure and firm, so why is it contaminated with the dust of the world of mortals?

The Buddha turned his head to look at the bodhi tree beside him, and fell into deep thought.

The more he thought about it, the Buddha couldn't help thinking of Miao Honger's beautiful figure, and the little things he had experienced with Miao Honger these years.

He lowered his head and glanced at a crystal teardrop remaining on the fallen leaves, and the words of Miao Hong'er seemed to echo in Fozi's ears: "Refuge to Miao girl, monk, tell me quickly, tell me!"

There are three types of refuge in Buddhism, Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha.

But the Buddha's mind has always been thinking about the fourth refuge, no matter how much he recites the meditation mantra, it is useless.

"Monk, this girl has taken a fancy to you and plans to take you back to be the husband of the village. What do you think?"

"Smelly monk, you just refuse to drink the wine poured by this girl, and you are mad at me to death."

"Big bald head, can you keep your hair long? This girl wants to see with your own eyes how your long hair flutters. You must be very handsome. It is definitely not a peerless young man who can describe your alluring appearance."

"Monk, just talk to me!"

What Miao Honger said in the past has been lingering in his ears.

The Buddha immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and chanted sutras, hoping to calm his heart.

Under the bodhi tree, the dust fluctuates, just like the heart of a Buddha.

The more the Buddha chanted, the clearer Miao Hong'er's voice became, lingering and drifting into her ears with the wind.

Chanting scriptures for three days without a break.

Under the bodhi tree, dust has accumulated.

Suddenly there was a breeze blowing, and the dust flew in all directions.Fozi opened his eyes suddenly, the eye sockets were bloodshot, very scary.

"The heart of the poor monk is messed up."

I have recited the scriptures no less than a hundred times in three days, and the Buddha still has no way to restore his calm and ask himself.

The marriage between the Miao family in the Western Regions and Endless Sea has caused a lot of trouble, and no one in the world knows about it.

With a quick glance, two years have passed...

These two years are enough to spread the news of the marriage between the two races to the world.

The forces of all parties have sent strong men to the Endless Sea with heavy gifts to congratulate the happy marriage.

The two clans are one of the most powerful forces in the world, and their strength and background are naturally extraordinary, which is enough to cause great disturbances in all directions.

For the past two years, Gu Hengsheng has been walking towards the endless sea like an ordinary person.One step at a time, without a day's rest.Gu Hengsheng didn't know why he wanted to go to the Endless Sea, he only knew that this was the direction guided from the depths of his soul.Perhaps, there is a certain cause and effect in the dark that is pulling Gu Hengsheng!

Sometimes Gu Hengsheng would sneak into the caravan to speed up the journey.If he was driven out by a caravan, Gu Hengsheng would continue walking, waiting for the next caravan to head towards the Endless Sea.

"Brother, can you give me a ride?"

Gu Hengsheng was wearing sackcloth and straw sandals, and his cultivation base was weak, so he couldn't get into the eyes of the major caravans.However, after all, there were some kind-hearted people who agreed to Gu Hengsheng's request and let Gu Hengsheng stay in the caravan's warehouse, saving a lot of travel.

Only a year later, the Miao family in the Western Regions will marry Endless Sea, and all forces will gather in Endless Sea to witness a grand event.

If possible, it would be a good choice to meet with other forces on the day of marriage and form a good relationship.

The marriage and alliance of the two major forces naturally cannot do without the support of the world's top forces.

For example, the Lei Yao Buddhist Sect, the major imperial clans, the hermit ancient clans, and the Great Forbidden Land of Emperor Road were all present.

"Such a grand event, how can you not go and see it with your own eyes?"

"I heard that even Emperor Nangong sent a warrior out and gave him a big gift."

"Many forbidden places on the Emperor's Road heard the news and came to the Endless Sea with great gifts."

Both Dilu and Dashi Wuzhou were extremely lively, and they were all discussing this matter.After all, this matter is no small matter.

As for the son of the Buddha, he sat under the bodhi tree for two full years, and his heart was not at peace for a moment.

(End of this chapter)