You Nu forget the river

Chapter 47

Before I could thank the Buddha for giving me this white and transparent skin, I saw the Buddha said to Uncle Luo Zhi who was kneeling on the ground and saluted: "Did the devil come here for Luoxianchi?"

"Exactly."

The Buddha pondered for a while, then smiled lightly and said, "The demon lord first came to Lingshan, so he should settle down in the Huazang Realm."

"Yes."

Then the Buddha led Uncle Luo Zhi down to the hall, and he still gave me a look with a smile on his face.

After prostrating to the Buddha, but I want to ask him the whole story, is it fun to play tricks on me like an uncle?

I was still thinking about it bitterly, and then I heard the Buddha ask me in the seat: "Did Wangchuan realize something in the past tens of thousands of years?"

I was taken aback.

For tens of thousands of years, I have been exhausted from mischievous activities all day long, but I have never read Buddhist scriptures three times a day like in Lingshan. When the Buddha asked this question, my face turned red, and I bowed my head deeply: "Buddha, do you forget?" Chuan is playful..."

The Buddha smiled slightly, and raised his finger slightly, and then I felt a winding picture scroll in front of me, which was the Ziwei Realm that I loved to roam since I was a child.

I was surprised, so I heard the Buddha's soft voice: "Wangchuan, what is love, what is love, and what is desire?"

This is a question that is not easy to understand. I think of my husband who has gone through a lot of calamities.

Guiyuan makes me happy, and I am always willing to be with him, no matter how he forgets his past after Zhuxiantai, no matter how attached he is to Princess Zixuan before me.

"Love and desire are nothing more than a predestined word." Thinking of this, I raised my eyes and looked at the Buddha through the tiny dust particles.

The Buddha shook his head slightly: "Fate arises and dies..."

My heart skipped a beat, like a bad premonition hit me, the Buddha still smiled slightly: "Look at Wangchuan..."

The picture scrolls in front of my eyes are overlapping, and Ziwei Realm seems to be an illusion. In the painting, there are two people standing across the wind, and my heart suddenly throbs.

"These two were originally brothers, one was Shura and the other was Silver Fox."

I saw the blood and tears in the white clothes fluttering in the picture, I feared it was the silver fox, and the one covered in the black shirt was that Shura.

"Since then, the silver fox has been haunted on Huangquan Road for thousands of years. Do you know why he is?"

I shook my head, and the Buddha continued: "He just wanted to see her again on Huangquan Road."

I saw a lively girl appearing in that picture, watching the singing and dancing in the hall with her chin resting on her cheeks. It was originally a scene of peace and happiness, but I saw her brows slightly frowned.

"Fate is born and fate is gone. Once a thousand years have passed, this girl passed through Huangquan Road for ten eons before the silver fox realized her consummation. She voluntarily escaped into the Wangchuan River and made a wish when she entered. The pain of the river's erosion."

My heart hurts even more, seeing the picture turn around, ten generations of reincarnation, this girl has transformed into different appearances, but in each life her brows remain untouched, and every time this girl marries Shura, the silver fox is drunk and confused, Can not sleep for more than a thousand years.

"Why can't the silver fox enter reincarnation?" I asked foolishly, but I didn't feel the tears on my face, a little bit bitter.

"Entered reincarnation, but can't protect her every life. Every time this girl passes the Wangchuan River, Silver Fox will see her again."

I saw in the picture, this woman walked up Huangquan Road, looked around, and saw the silver fox looked at this woman with a demented smile, but that smile only made me feel sad.

"Wang Chuan, at this moment, can you understand what is love, what is love, and what is desire?" The Buddha whispered as if it was right in his ear.

My heart was in an uproar, this disturbed my heart, and I couldn't clean it up.

The Buddha smiled lightly: "Wangchuan still needs to participate in meditation."

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(End of this chapter)