Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1459 I'm late. 2
Regardless of the big taboo, the monk put his lips against the Buddha's forehead and whispered guiltily: "I'm late."

"Knowing that the world is suffering, why bother to do this?" The monk slowly looked down at the girl's pale face, and twirled his fingertips under the corners of her eyes.

The mole, like a flower bud, was so red as to bleed.

The young man's eyes were calm, but when he looked at her, he was so gentle: "You practice Buddhism, cultivate the emperor's way, and control all living beings. Only then will you know that Wuai is the most powerful. I would rather you never came to the Brahma realm."

How could he know that Buddha Spirit would suffer so much after entering Brahma Realm?
Buddha spirit, this woman who has been cultivated by gathering the aura of all things should be the proud daughter of heaven, high above her, and the world is only worthy to look up to her and bow down to her.

She is incompatible with this turbid world.

He could always think of some words that Fo Ling once said to him. She said that if one day she could take a small boat and be taken away by the wind, she would be willing to go no matter where she went.

Regardless of anything in the world, she is not a high priest, but just an ordinary person. It would be a wonderful thing to be able to lie on the bow of the boat with Qi Fan and laugh at the wind and moon.

With the breeze and bright moon, it flows unscrupulously.

But later, these wishes of hers were not fulfilled, and she had already gone down to earth to experience calamities.

During the calamity, she never had a moment of joy, and pain came one after another.

How could she, a proud daughter of God, suffer all kinds of suffering in the world like a mortal?
He is distressed.

Vaguely think of those days when he and she were in heaven.

At that time, Wuwang was kneeling and sitting beside the low table, holding the jug in his hand, and the colorfully dressed Buddha spirit was lying on his side on his lap, the bright red tear mole at the corner of his eyes had condensed into the appearance of the other shore flower.

When she squints her eyes and smiles, she is so enchanting and moving.

At that time, the gods outside the temple could always hear the girl's slightly hoarse and low voice.

That was the appearance of her pinching the wine glass and lying in his arms wantonly seeking pleasure.

The monk is colorless and formless, but when he looked at her, his eyes were full of pampering and arrogance, and he was extremely fond of pampering the high priest of the god clan, Buddha Ling.

The eight thousand gods above the protoss all know that the high priest Fo Ling who is good at the Book of Changes and the heavenly principles is surrounded by the beautiful Shaoyi patriarch and the feminine and handsome monk Wuwang.

And the monks in colorful clothes are the favorite of the Buddha.

No one knows why the Buddha spirit loves this ascetic monk. The monk has a dignified appearance, sacred and inviolable, but he is unlucky. This monk has practiced Buddhism for so many years.

Speaking of the word "Buddha Spirit", his eyes were full of starlight and his spirit was high.

"I know that you will definitely answer me with the words "I am willing to be happy with you", but I am also the same." The monk stubbornly pursed his lips, his eyes rolled, and there were some faint tears.

In his whole life, all his tears and tenderness were given to the woman in front of him, like moths to a flame, without hesitation.

But, not to mention love.

Some feelings are more precious than love.

"Send them back." The monk opened his mouth softly, stood up and bent over to carry Fu Yuejun into the carriage.

Only then did the three of Tianjizi dare to go forward to move Jin Tingxiao, and put them in the carriage.

No one dared to say anything more, so they rode away with whips.

The carriage drove along the path into the official road, and slowly disappeared.

Wu Wang couldn't restrain the sadness in his heart, his eyes stayed on the carriage all the time, as if he could see Fu Yuejun's figure after throwing himself into the carriage.

He didn't look back until the carriage was gone, and a light sigh overflowed from his lips.

This time, the world is afraid that we will never see each other again.

At the moment on the Yange stage, Fujiwara Hiroshi and Yan Yue were sitting cross-legged on the low table.

A figure flashed in front of them, and the woman in red sat in front of them, appearing quietly.

like ghosts.

(End of this chapter)