Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1500 How can I break my drinking habit?

Xue Gu's eyes were tender, and he looked gently at Fu Yuejun, who was angry at the sky in front of him. The tear mole in the corner of the woman's eyes had already condensed into the shape of a flower bone, extremely gorgeous and enchanting.

He couldn't help but think of what Fo Ling had said many years ago.

On that day, he was the one who asked her, why couldn't even the Buddha get her through the ancient Buddha who had practiced for many years before the Buddha?

The alluring woman in a colorful dress stood on the Star Picking Tower, looked at the sky with a smile, hidden in her eyes was the majesty of a king looking down on the world, and said a word in her mouth: I voluntarily fall into hell, who dares to cross me?
And on that day, Buddha Ling lived on the Star Picking Tower at the top of the Protoss, and her words centered on herself, radiating in all directions, and the eight thousand gods of the Protoss could hear them clearly.

What fun do gods have?

Even though she is in charge of eight thousand gods, she requires ruthlessness and love. Foling is a living existence, not a cold machine that only knows how to control the gods.

In her mortal life, she didn't want to become a fairy, but a demon.

No one should try to escape her!

Xue Gu looked at Fu Yuejun with squinted eyes, the fundus of his eyes were moist and blurry, and Gu Xuanwu and Song Yang beside him were asking what was wrong with him.

But he couldn't hear anything, he could only see the vague outline of the girl, and as he watched, his eyes became sore and tears fell down.

This was the first time he dared to cry so hard in front of so many people in so many years.

An ancient spiritual song sounded in my ears:

Kowtow before the gods for 3000 years, looking back, the mortals are not immortals, just for him.

Before the Buddha, he was enlightened for 5000 years, and his heart remained unchanged after seeing through emptiness, and he only loved him.

The world of mortals has suffered for 7000 years, laughing at Fengyun, there is only him in this world.

Huang Quan has been gone for 9000 years, but the bridgehead forgets the front edge, it's just him.

There is no fate in reincarnation, I see him in a dream after thousands of turns, and I only miss him.

In the next life, I will forget each other forever, because fate will change right and wrong, I only wish him.

Broken memories of the past and present lives, the first encounter seems to be acquainted, just waiting for him.

In the long night, Xue Gu came to a fairyland on earth holding a moon-white oil-paper umbrella.

Several wind lanterns under the eaves of the porch were connected into dots, and a futon was set up under the wide porch at the end of the pontoon bridge, where the man meditated quietly.

Wu Wang was still wearing the crimson monk's robe, with red lotuses spread out inch by inch, similar to the red lotus on Buddha Ling's body. Sitting there, he was an eminent monk.

No desires, no thoughts, everything in the world has nothing to do with him.

Xue Gu squinted his eyes, no matter how many times he saw him, this person was still the same as before, unfettered and unrestrained, so ethereal that he seemed to leave at any moment.

Behind the monk was the Nuan Pavilion, and Xue Gu carefully looked around the Nuan Pavilion under the dim light.

This is the human room.

But this warm pavilion is still the same as in memory.

Soft moon-white gauze curtains are hung on both sides lightly, and large lotus flowers are embroidered with gold thread on them. When the wind rolls in from the window of the pavilion, the gauze curtains will sway with the wind, and the lotus flowers will bloom.

There is a faint sandalwood fragrance in the Ruishou copper stove, which is the smell of many years ago.

On the low table under the eaves of the porch was still the remnant chess set from that year, only read half of the scriptures, it was turned upside down on the table, the fire in the charcoal had been extinguished, and the wine boiled on it had just been half drunk.

The wind lantern lay with a dim yellow streamer, beating every inch.

Xue Gu leaned down in front of the low table, and joked with a smile: "The Buddha has clear rules and precepts, and the Venerable Wuwang has profound Dharma, how can he break the precept to drink alcohol?"

Wuwang is a monk who has sat in front of the Buddha for many years. He once paid homage to the Buddha, recited the scriptures in his lips a thousand times, and has long since become a devout believer under the seat of Buddha Bodhi.

But all of this disappeared after Fo Ling left.

(End of this chapter)