Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1334 On the other side of the plant, one is my Buddha spirit.

Fu Yuejun was born in the Fucha family, and the integrity of the children of the Fucha family has never been limited to selfishness and narrow-mindedness, but now, she really feels very tired.

Even with Jin Tingxiao by her side, she still felt tired.

It's exhaustion like never before.

Fu Yuejun would often think of the teenagers who fought bloody battles with her. Most of them were about the same size as her. They had shed blood and sacrificed for her, but finally died on the battlefield.

Even the bones cannot be restrained.

Some people may say that as a soldier, it is their duty to fight on the battlefield. For the sake of peace and the safety of thousands of people, it is inevitable for them to shed blood and sacrifice.

But who has ever thought that they were forced to go to the battlefield by the people with their own hands, and they were abandoned by the people with their own hands.

If all people can be of one mind, why does Kyushu need to be like this?
With a clear mind, Yun Xiao persuaded her quietly: "If you really feel tired, go with him, build a thatched cottage, plant an acre of thin land, and this life will be considered complete."

Most of the love and hatred in the world are bitter.

Compared with becoming famous and famous in Kyushu, it is better to go with that person, ignore the world of mortals, and put aside thousands of troubles, that is the best ending.

"I think so too, but..."

Fu Yuejun lowered her head slowly, with a bitter smile. If she and Jin Tingxiao were born in a peaceful and prosperous age, there would be no battlefields, and there would be no struggles. Maybe this life would be different.

If they were born in the era when the gods stood side by side during the founding of the Qing Dynasty, they would have been like gifted scholars and beauties, with lovers and concubines, presumably they would be perfect matches in the world, and they would be much better than what they are now.

Both of them were not safe in the end.

Yun Xiao raised his hand to rub her hair, couldn't help but paint her eyebrows, and said with a smile and affection in his tone: "Everything will be fine."

Everything in the world is immortal.

In a trance, I heard a woman ask him: What do the clouds in the world look like?What does the wind in the world look like?What does the Yangtze River look like when the tides come and go?Will there be a day when I will be able to see the flowers blooming in the mountains?Have traveled thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the world?
The gods perform their own duties and cannot be private in the mortal world, but the days in the sky are boring day by day. If one day, the gods move the thoughts of the world, what should they do?
33 Above the heavens, there is no god who dares to go down to the mortal world in private, but the high priest, the Buddha Spirit, who dares to seek the way of heaven, and punishes him for hundreds of eons of love in the human world.

Everyone in the world sighs that the highest is nothing more than Lihentian, and the worst is nothing but longing for each other. They don't know that there are tens of thousands of manjusawa on the eight hundred miles of Huangquan Road, desolate every step of the way, and lovesickness every inch.

Many years later, he got off Huangquan Road.

On the dark and long Huangquan Road, I finally saw the manjusawa flower swaying and burning in the wind, stretching and lingering, blooming all over the sky and the world, scattered like dazzling stars, shining every inch of light.

Light up that Huangquan Road.

Among them, there is only a huge manjusawa, burning like a raging fire.

It shows that those who are loved by love are not afraid of life or death, and all things in the world, only love never dies.

At that time, he finally remembered what the high priest once said to him:

One day, when you walk through the Yellow Springs, you will see [-] miles of red flowers, each with deep roots of love, and one of them is my Buddha spirit.

He walked a long way, walked for a long time, before he came here, wading through black mountains and white waters, and going through all kinds of tribulations, he found her every time in his life.

Because some things can't be remembered, but some people never dare to forget.

As soon as Jinfeng Yulu met, they won but countless on earth.

　PS:

　　There are some words that refer to the soul ferrying to the underworld.

　　I'm a big fan of Soul Ferry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)