Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1173 Buddha, cut off human love.

"I don't ask what will happen in the next life, I just ask that he can avoid the suffering of God's wrath and have the chance of reincarnation."

Fu Yuejun didn't dare to expect her to have a next life, but Jin Tingxiao was innocent, and it was all because she was blind and fell in love with Duan Siyan wrongly that she made him into this.

Everything is her fault, she is the one who should be wiped out, what does it have to do with Jin Tingxiao?
Sang Ling only used a voice that she could hear, whispering: "There is no chance of reincarnation..."

If Jin Tingxiao is really the Buddha of the West, after he dies in this life, he should return to the Brahma Realm of the West and enter the Buddhist gate to devote himself to cultivation.

These friendships with her are about to be broken.

The gods and Buddhas have different paths, this is more terrifying than the love between humans and gods.

All sentient beings are free from suffering, but the Buddha does not pay attention.

Ruthless and desireless, eventually become a ghost without soul.

Buddha, cut off the love in the world, cut off the desires of the heart, and cut off the eons of the world of mortals.

Of course, Sang Ling didn't know that Qi Fan spent half a lifetime in front of the Buddha in his life, but only at the end did he realize that the Buddha Spirit was his inner demon, an obsession that he could never wash away from life to life.

Why is Qifan so stubborn and can't let go of the Buddha?
It is because in Qi Fan's heart, the Buddha spirit is the most important thing!

Fu Yuejun grabbed Sang Ling's wrist, and asked her sadly: "Sang Ling, I don't want anything anymore. Tell me, how can I save him from being punished by God and have a good death?"

"Sorry, there's really nothing I can do."

Sang Ling knew that saying this would be cruel to Fu Yuejun, but the gods and Buddhas have different ways, and even Buddha Ling himself can't do anything about it.

Moreover, after this life is over, the two of them will return to their own worlds.

To them, these catastrophes in the human world are just a practice.

Fu Yuejun's hand slowly dropped down, his face was frighteningly pale.

As Sang Ling watched, her heart was suddenly filled with indescribable sadness, a feeling she had never experienced before.

Did she gain popularity after leaving Miaojiang?

She is used to seeing life and death parting, her heart is obviously numb.

But at this moment, Sang Ling couldn't remain indifferent.

She bit her lip, and said cryptically, "The love in this life is what he asked for at the price of being wiped out. Cherish it well. After he goes to hell, whatever you ask for will have the chance to change."

After a word of persuasion, Sang Ling thought about it again, a little unfathomable: "Trust me, don't think too much now, it is really not easy to be together, you should cherish it more."

Before knowing Jin Tingxiao's identity, she would have thought that Jin Tingxiao was going to be wiped out, but now, Fu Yuejun's worry is obviously superfluous.

Buddha will not die, God will not die either.

Neither Fo Ling nor Jin Tingxiao will turn into ashes. They will forget their past memories, return to the place they should return, and continue to practice with great concentration. Those pasts are all a dream.

"Really?"

Fu Yuejun raised his head abruptly, wiped his tears fiercely, stared at Sang Ling burningly, and couldn't believe what he heard: "You mean, maybe we won't be wiped out, and there is a possibility of reincarnation?"

The girl stared at her with burning eyes, which made her breathless.

At the end of this life, after the two of them have endured the punishment of heaven, they will surely return to their proper places.

Will forget all the past.

One is a lofty, indifferent and indifferent high priest of the god race, who holds the fate of all living beings in the world, and sticks to the dark and cold Star Picking Tower, with no emotions to speak of.

One is the Western living Buddha who jumped out of the world of mortals, ruthless and loveless, with compassion in his heart to save all living beings, sitting in front of the Buddha, chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha day and night, all four things are empty, Zen has no heart, and the world is silent.

Where is there any other possibility?
(End of this chapter)