Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1503 I only care about her.

Tiandao did not say anything at the time, but in the next life, he gave her a more cruel fate, and Xue Gu knew that it was Tiandao's intention.

If he intervenes, then Buddha Spirit will suffer even more.

For the sake of the Buddha's spirit, he had no choice but to get rid of this barrier, so he could only endure the pain of cutting out his heart.

If there is no one to collect the body of Buddha Ling after his death, he will dig a small loess grave for her, erect a monument for her, put it in one place, and offer incense every year on Qingming Festival.

Waiting and waiting, he waited until now, until the last life of Buddha Ling.

This life was her most difficult life, and he had to intervene after many trials and tribulations, which created a backlash, so that he failed to return in time when the wronged soul was lost.

Xue Gu had never seen it with his own eyes, but his heart was cut like a knife. Then when he saw it with his own eyes, his heart had been broken into pieces long ago, and he couldn't mend it no matter what.

After years of practice, he doesn't want it anymore, he just wants her to be safe.

Xue Gu was very distressed, bit his lips tightly, and asked sadly: "Heavenly Dao is really heartless, Buddha Spirit is clearly chosen by him, why does he treat her like this?"

It is Tian Dao who loves Buddha Spirit the most, but it is also Tian Dao who treats her the most cruelly.

Zhuohua didn't understand why, could Tiandao really be so cruel?
The monk's eyes fell faintly in the distance, and he said with a wry smile: "It wants to tell the Buddha spirit that it must follow its rules. Even if the Buddha spirit is in charge of the gods, it still has to listen to it."

Tiandao is just a void consciousness, it can't condense entities, so it chose a person to rule the Protoss according to its ideas.

To put it bluntly, it is almost like a puppet.

But the birth of Buddha Spirit deviated from the control of Heavenly Dao. Buddha Spirit had her own opinions, and she didn't follow the route that Heavenly Dao had set for her, so Heavenly Dao was angry.

Because the way of heaven is the first of the four major laws, it decrees the universe and binds all things. It is clear that everything that the Buddha spirit has is given by it, so why does the Buddha spirit not listen to it?
Faced with repeated provocations from the Buddha Spirit, the Heavenly Dao was furious. It wanted to punish the Buddha Spirit and tell her that it was the one who was really in charge of the common people, and she was just a pawn of it.

"In those years you knew that I was also looking for her, why didn't you come looking for me?" Xue Gu inevitably felt resentful, if he had looked for him in vain, he would not have to search so hard for so many lifetimes to find the Buddha Spirit.

Back then, he failed to protect the Buddha spirit and violated his words of loyalty for a lifetime, but he never gave up looking for her, and believed that she must still be in this world.

Because in this world, she has too many unfinished things.

Wu Wang squinted his eyes and looked at Xue Gu. The appearance of this person was very similar to that when Fo Ling was still a young man, the humble boy knelt down in front of her and kowtowed three times as if worshiping his master.

The monk shook his head and said compassionately: "I dare not tell you, for fear of damaging the merits and virtues you have accumulated over the years."

But all the people related to Fo Ling have been attacked and retaliated by Heaven's Dao crazily. Zhuohua is the favorite general beside Fo Ling, and he will try his best to keep him safe.

"I'd rather you tell me earlier that years of practice is a loss, and I only care about her!" Xue Gu felt sad in his heart. In his eyes, even the word "Buddha" is not as precious as the word "Buddha Spirit".

They spent their entire lives protecting the Buddha Spirit, but in the end, they were covered in injuries and failed to protect the person they wanted to protect.

How heartbroken.

The figure of the monk sitting quietly in meditation flickered, lowered his head slightly, sorted out his emotions, and when he raised his head again, there was not much ups and downs on his face: "It's for her, you have to cherish yourself, when she comes back, how do you want to see her?" To a scorching flower covered in wounds?"

(End of this chapter)