The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 133

In the extreme north, lying on a bed of ice, Du Yi suddenly missed that woman.A phoenix flower was inserted obliquely on the towering cloud temples, and the fiery red and gorgeous clothes fluttered in the clouds. She stepped down from the nine heavens and walked into the extreme north. She threw a handful of Buddhist scriptures flying all over the sky. Entering Duyi's Duyi Temple, there are countless pages of Buddhist scriptures floating in the Duyi Temple.

"I tell you from today, everything between us is over."

He thought she would say that, but she didn't.Nothing, just watching her quietly.Walk in proudly, flying high like a phoenix.Leaving proudly is like a phoenix flying away from the phoenix tree where it lives. Everything ends so quickly.Is this the end of this life dream?Was he destined not to fall in love with her?
Could it be that the tens of thousands of years of waiting have been wiped out?
The woman was so noble and outstanding that she left his sight.The skirt was flying, and the fiery red phoenix flower was too coquettish.

I once thought that being too sentimental would damage the holy life, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain.

The monk with the red mole between his eyebrows was dressed in a white robe.Walking through the top of this snow-capped mountain, I muttered to myself. "Both of us, after all, I was wrong about you. I always thought that I entered the Buddhist gate to save all living beings. Who would have thought that I turned out to be for you. I entered the Buddhist gate because of you, and then I fell in love with you. I can't Love you."

"I lost. I thought it was just a simple game. It was a gamble about saving one person or saving all sentient beings."

A little residual tear suddenly protruded from his eyes.

"If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a human being and just be one of the mortal beings, even if I am poor and poor all my life, wandering around the world, as long as I can love, hate, sing and cry, as long as I can get what I want."

I have tried my best to love you all my life.I have loved you in the previous life, and in this life I only hope that I will never meet you again.I used all the roads in the world to go backwards to meet you in this life. In my previous life, I tried my best to find you. The scriptures, I meditate on your appearance when you burn incense.

Then in the hall of scriptures filled with incense and mist.There is only a dream between you and me. We should know that no one in this world can interpret dreams, and no one can interpret our dreams, so I can only fall asleep in the dream.If he really wants to wake me up from the dream, we should know that the interpretation of the dream is the wind, the flying buds, the reincarnation of spring and autumn, whose sword can penetrate the Changhong.

So every morning I carry the scriptures to save the grass and trees. I think about the day of my birthday, which extends from the iron bowl to the edge of the sword. I am mourned. Who is worthy of this? Now that I have decided to leave, if you insist on asking me where to go back, I will tell you.Wherever you come and go, the moon shines back to the center of the lake, the wild cranes run to the idle clouds, forget the story about me stepping into you, and a heavy snow seals everything in the world.

When I walk on the top of this snow mountain.At a glance, the heroes in the floating world are all down and out, and the beauties in the mirror are quietly getting old.I lived it again and again in order to die while others were ashamed everywhere.

Life is like an old dream, a monk in white clothes walks on the embankment.The robes are flying, and the dream is like this.

(End of this chapter)