Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2410 [The middle of the finale] The deity has been waiting for her all along! 2
Qifan often has to kneel down before the Buddha tens of thousands of times to forgive his sins. He has read countless scriptures and worshiped the true Buddha countless times, but he still cannot kill his sins.

For him, Brahma Realm is a transparent mirror.

On many moonlit nights, he could always see barefooted young girls running from the spacious and empty fairy palace, holding bright red skirts and ringing bells.

Then she sat under the eaves of the Buddhist hall, and the crystal-clear spring flowed under her feet.

On the girl's white ankles, a bell with a red thread was hung, joyfully dancing in the water waves, her slender and white feet, like two white and tender lotus root segments, gave off countless gleams.

With the cool and clear spring water, it is so beautiful that I dare not look directly at it.

The water splashed all over her body, she smiled coquettishly and stretched out her hand to block it, rejoicing alone in the silent hall.

Laughter lingered in Yundian. He was on the attic, carrying Buddhist scriptures, but he couldn't read a single word.

Sinful!

He liked the way the girl was meditating in the dim candlelight.

The clean and pretty girl sitting on the futon always fell asleep easily, sitting there and dozing off constantly, nodding her head towards him.

In the blurred and flickering candlelight, the girl's fair and delicate face was already brightly colored, and her long eyelashes covered her like the wings of a butterfly. Every time she inadvertently stirred her, he could feel his heart trembling along with it.

That kind of feeling made him uneasy and anxious during countless silent and deep nights.

He wanted to get away, but the girl fell limply on his body, buried her head on his shoulder, and fell asleep peacefully, and he froze all over, not daring to move at all.

I'm afraid she won't sleep well, I'm afraid she will be awakened!
The girl's long hair hung down on his body.

Intertwined with his cassock.

In those secret late nights, a sentence always appeared in his mind: make hair a husband and wife!

This sentence flashed through his mind, and he immediately cut it off, and then sat there cross-legged, silently reciting the scriptures for the night.

The mind produces demonic obstacles, and the heart destroys demonic barriers.

He thought that he could eliminate this emotional barrier.

The girl leaned softly on his body, and the moonlight sneaked in through the window sill, shining a silvery light on their bodies profusely.

He looked at their entangled shadows falling on the ground, secretly rejoicing in those nights.

I don't know how many moonlit nights, the moonlight and the Buddha statue have witnessed his sins!

For countless days and nights, he taught her to chant sutras, read books, and play the piano.

The young girl Fo Ling likes to stay in the Buddhist hall most of the time, leaning on one side of her face and listening to him playing the piano in a daze, and when she hears joy, she jumps and takes off her shoes.

On the smooth marble, waving a long skirt with water sleeves, began to dance.

The clean and dust-free girl, like a ray of light, illuminates the entire Buddhist hall.

She was barefoot, singing a soft and long song on her lips, dancing to the sound of his zither, and the bells on her white ankles rose and fell, and the sound entered his eyes and ears. , the most beautiful vocal music.

The young girl was also rising and falling in the water sleeves, quietly growing up amidst the babbling soft songs on her lips.

He grew into that bright and moving appearance, and became a bright moonlight in his heart.

He had knelt down before the Buddha to make atonement countless times, deceived the world, himself, and the Buddha. He devoted himself to practicing the Buddhadharma for tens of thousands of years, but in the end, it was all in vain.

In the end, he couldn't escape this love disaster.

(End of this chapter)