Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1662 The plot of the world. 18
On that day, Qi Fan, a monk, passed through the corridor absent-mindedly and came to the main hall in the vestibule, where Yousang and Bodhi were located.

At that time, he was still thinking about the Buddhist principles that he had just meditated on, but unexpectedly, he was bumped into his eyes by that figure from behind.

The girl was still wearing a long dress that was as gorgeous as a lotus, her back was slender but a little lonely, her profile was exquisite and beautiful, she was stroking the mulberry tree with one hand, she raised her head slightly, a little lost in thought.

"Sansu Sang is also old in heaven... Buddha, is he also afraid of giving birth to love in the world?" The girl's lips and teeth moved slightly, and she let out a slight sigh, the voice was as light as falling flowers.

But it is as heavy as the seven Buddhists in the temple, day and night, listening to the evening drum and morning bell for thousands of years.

Strangely, all the Buddhist scriptures that Qi Fan was thinking about disappeared for a moment. Hearing her words to herself, she opened her mouth softly: "Love and desire are all sufferings, and the Buddha will naturally suffer." fear."

The girl seemed to be taken aback, she turned around abruptly, her cheeks flushed slightly.

The smile is like a flower, and the eyes are good.

The monk was inexplicably terrified.

Many years later, the Buddha spirit practiced successfully in the Brahma realm, and returned to the body of the high priest of the gods, and later he was a monk-seeker in the Brahma realm.

The ancient Buddha with red candles lies on the sandalwood, singing songs and dancing at night.

The green silk hosta bead curtain rolls, and the Sanskrit sounds deeply recall the yellow beams.

He said: High Priest please respect yourself.

She said: I am a young disciple of the ancient Buddha, and I am your junior sister. This Brahma Realm should also be mine, including you. Therefore, I can look at it when I want to, and move as much as I want!

He said: The Buddha saves all sentient beings, saves others but not himself.

She said: On the day I was born in the spirit pool, when you looked down, I remembered the red mole in front of you, like blood, which was cinnabar on the tip of my heart.

He said: I'm sorry, it is taboo to fall in love with gods and Buddhas, forget about me, and be your high priest of the gods.

She said: It's okay, I love you, life after life, I will always love you so much.

What kind of Buddhist karma, what kind of past life entanglement, the love that has been silent for tens of thousands of years, is it calamity or fate?
"Wake up, get up, the sun is already high."

Fu Yuejun's soft voice kept bombarding his ears, the man was awakened from his drowsy dream, and suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart.

He didn't have much memory of the trance life just now.

"Get up and have breakfast with grandma."

Fu Yuejun pulled him up with a smile, then stepped back a few steps, stood in the center and smiled slightly at him.

In an instant, Jin Tingxiao seemed to have returned to the Buddhist temple many years ago, with the symphony of palace music and the profound Dharma.

And that woman, with her hair in a bun, a golden hair crown on her head, a long crimson dress, revealing a slender, snow-white neck, a black belt hanging from her waist, and a jade ring of pearls and hairpins, danced with her feet, making a tinkling sound. .

The woman's dancing steps are very light and agile, and the red silk dances with her body shape, lingering around her like a flowing cloud, with a beautiful smile and a noble expression, intoxicated by the orchestral music and the graceful Dharma.

And the woman smiled slightly at the bright eyes of the monk on the lotus seat.

At this moment, Jin Tingxiao felt as if struck by lightning, he sat there motionless, like a stone carving that had been standing firm after thousands of years of wind and frost, his eyes followed Fu Yuejun closely.

Can no longer move half a point away.

He had never been so absent-minded.

Thoughts were flying in my mind, sparks were colliding, huge memory data were intertwined and chaotic, and I was in a trance like a soul coming out of my body.

In his memory, the girl's delicate and charming face, noble and cool demeanor, dancing figure, and the corner of her mouth with a slight smile are clearly images hidden deep in his memory that have never been erased.

(End of this chapter)