Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1508 The two generations are monks, and they will transform her. 1
"I don't want her to stay in the world and suffer. Even though there is no love or hatred in the sky, we are here." Xue Gu said firmly and coldly, and his tone softened when he thought of the years between them.

The time with Fo Ling and Wu Wang in Zhai Xing Tower should be the happiest years in his long life.

There is too much pain in this world, and he doesn't want to let Buddha Ling suffer again.

That proud daughter of heaven, the world is willing to kneel at her feet, and she is a devout believer under the seat of Bodhi. She has no connection with this world.

She shouldn't be walking alone in this world of mortals.

Wu Wang pointedly said: "But there are no seven Brahmas in the sky."

Without Qifan, she would rather suffer in the world of mortals.

At least, it can be closer to Qifan.

Xue Gu asked him bitterly: "Wu Wang, I don't understand why she fell in love with Venerable Qi Brahma. I know too well that gods and Buddhas are two different worlds. She can practice in the Brahma world. But you cannot fall in love with Buddha."

Even falling in love with a deity would not lead to such consequences.

There was a slight smile on Wu Wang's lips, lowered his eyelids slightly, and sighed silently: "You have been with her for so many years, don't you know her well?"

"Her heart has long been tempered by cold ice. Tiandao thinks he controls everything, but he has missed the law of cause and effect."

He said slightly hoarsely: "The appearance of Qi Fan brought romance to her life, and that cold heart also melted. Some people are destined to fall in love at first sight."

Heaven will also have a wrong day.

Wu Wang raised his head slowly, with a light smile, talking about one of Qi Fan and the Buddha Spirit: "Do you know, Qi Fan has two lives, he was a monk, and he wanted to convert the Buddha Spirit..."

In that life, Qi Fan was a monk, and Buddha Ling was a vengeful girl.

On a moonlit night, the lake seems to be sleeping, like a polished mirror, and suddenly a lone boat ripples through the waves, startling the egrets that are staying overnight.

The water and the sky are the same color, and there is only one person and one boat left in the world.

The man stood on the boat, the night wind was blowing, he stood still, the sparkling light, the starlight was sparse, and the vast and boundless universe was all brought into his deep eyes.

However, what responded to all this before him was nothing more than a recitation of his clasped hands.

He called for Naba and ten rests by name, and seeking for Naba's intention is merit and virtue, and ten rests is a rest for madness.

Rest, that is Bodhi.

The master once told him that it was his destiny to go to the East in this life, and that there was a cause and condition for attaining Bodhi there.

The eminent monk Xuanzang once traveled thousands of miles to their Nalanda Temple to obtain the scriptures. He was fascinated by this almost legendary history, but he never expected that one day he would also embark on this journey.

From Tianzhu all the way to the east, the land gradually became barren, and the yellow sand swept the whole world.

Shi Xie's lips were dry and cracked due to dehydration. He squinted his eyes slightly, only to feel that there was a shadow in front of him, and then, a graceful figure came into view.

"I, Blood Demon, kill people here, and the stinky monk shouldn't meddle in his own business." In the vast desert, the brows of that pretty face were slightly raised, his cold face was full of murderous intent, and his voice was as indifferent as ice and snow.

She held the knife in her backhand on the neck of a big Tubo man, and in her peerless demeanor, she had the arrogance to look down on the world.

Shi Xie's brows moved slightly, and he proposed a trick: "If the benefactor can't win me, then let him go and stay with me for a few years, and get rid of your demons."

At that time, he clasped his palms together and recited the Buddha's name, his brows and eyes were moist.

It is clearly the driest desert, but he seems to be in the pure land of bliss, without sorrow, joy, or worry.

She thought the request made by this weak monk was ridiculous.

(End of this chapter)