The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 363
He climbed out of the window sill and looked into the distance with his long arms, his face was whiter than the heavy snow, his eyes were filled with deep melancholy, staring at the snow-drenched sky.

He felt melancholy in his heart, but he couldn't tell anyone.

He can only go for a walk on the street alone. Although most people live very poor lives, he doesn't know why he always feels that these people, these monks who are busy in this life, want to be happy, to be fulfilled, to have angry.

Feng Jiu is very clear about his hardship and sorrow, but he can't help him a little bit.

He was walking on the streets of LS, and all the people were prostrate on the ground.

Day after day, he has become a teenager.

He saw a team getting married, and also saw a young girl standing there. She was very beautiful, and her eyes were full of longing for future happiness.

He grew up under the teaching of a lama, sitting in the Potala Palace day after day listening to the difficulties of the world.

That girl's smile is so beautiful, her teeth are so crystal clear, her eyes are so charming, and her slender waist is also so graceful.

With his views on beauty, he returned to the Potala Palace alone.

There are lamas and godfathers everywhere in the Potala Palace.And the Panchen Lama.

He was kind to them but alienated, and he knew that he was born to be the king of the Potala Palace.

He soon wanted to forget the girl who appeared in front of him, and he was about to be ordained soon.

He put on a white cassock embroidered with gold thread and stared at the Buddha statue above.

He swore an oath: "Observe all the laws stipulated in the scriptures, and do things for all living beings."

He was wearing a bright yellow cassock that had been scented, and when he was sitting on a sedan chair carried by eight people on the streets of LS, yellow prayer flags, umbrella covers, and colorful flags were flying on all the roofs.

Slowly burning pine and cypress branches along the way, all kinds of happy cheers, bright costumes came out, and all the people were prostrate on the ground.

He was sitting high on the lion throne on the fourth floor of the Potala Palace, dressed in silk and satin. He looked down and saw a woman in white in the crowd. The woman looked sad, just like the beautiful woman he saw that day .

Cuckoos were chirping outside, and he followed the Panchen Lama back to his bedroom. Gold, silver, jewelry, gold, jade, and porcelain were placed around him one by one. He was living the noble life of a king, but he was deeply attached to the world in his heart.

At that time, Li Yin often sat under the bodhi tree, silently, looking at the scriptures in his hands, thinking about the appearance of the girl when she burned incense that day.

Feng Jiu wanted to pray, wanted to pray for Li Yin, but she couldn't see him all the time, sometimes she would turn into a girl in white and pray for him in the crowd.

Cangyang Liyin was about to lose his crown in a blink of an eye, and he hadn't seen that woman for a long time.

Who would have thought that they would meet again, in the Buddhist scripture hall filled with incense and mist.

The woman was prostrate in the hall, telling her sufferings after marriage.

When she spoke, tears fell down her cheeks, and when she added lamps and incense, her tears fell to the ground, as if a rose had grown in his heart.

"Buddha, please grant me the interpretation of this dream, when will I be able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

Almost at that moment, the anger deep in the young Cangyang's heart erupted unexplainably. She was already married, and the flowery girl was married to someone else, but she was not cherished by others.

(End of this chapter)