Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2413 [The middle of the finale] The deity has been waiting for her all along! 5
What makes Qi Fan sad is that she paved all the way for him.

But she went to suffer like that.

Qi Fan's voice lowered, hiding a lot of grief: "She embarked on the road of eternal reincarnation. Since then, the Palace of Longevity on the other side of the Nine Heavens Milky Way has been sealed in the deepest part of the 33rd Heaven."

"The deity once went back, but he could never find his way back."

"She said that the way of heaven is predestined, and all laws are destined to be born. This deity and her will meet again in the end. According to the arrangement of fate, this deity has walked step by step..."

"But as long as she doesn't fall, fate is her will..."

"Under her will, the deity cultivated the Buddha's heart and became a Buddha with no heart or desire. She erased the memories of the deity, making the deity think that he was just a disciple of the ancient Buddha, transformed from a lotus flower."

As he spoke, Qi Fan raised his head and looked out of the hall through the eaves.

The snow is thick on the dead trees, and the plum trees are dotted with bright red.

The white lantern was swaying, and the light yellow soft light only added to the loneliness. He couldn't help but smile: "During those days and nights when I was reciting scriptures in the Buddhist hall, I vaguely remembered that there was such a person , in the heart of this deity..."

That's right, Qifan was not originally Buddha's.

What should he have been like?

Just as Qi Fan was slowly talking about the past, a golden light suddenly shone around him, and his appearance also began to change.

The original deep black ring scar began to disappear, and dazzling black hair grew on his head, flying in the wind, detached and refined.

Her phoenix eyes were slender and deep and silent, her nose bridge was straight and straight, her lips had a strange light red line, as if dyed with pear blossoms, her exquisite and delicate outline was indescribably deep, and she was extremely handsome.

"I have been waiting for her for many years, but I haven't waited for her, so that the Buddha's heart is about to come true, and I almost forget her from my heart."

"Finally, in that year, on the day of the first year of the year, once in a million years, a strong wind blew up in the wasteland of the sky, flying sand flowed against the current, and the door of death opened wide. The soul of the Buddha Spirit was drawn into the Western Brahma Realm and fell into In the spirit pool in front of the main seat."

"The other side of Huangquan, where the blood is so red, is not her real body, but at that moment, scenes from a million years ago flashed in my head like a horse watching flowers, and I recognized her at a glance..."

Yes, how can a person who is engraved into the bone marrow forget so easily?
Even though he entered Buddhism back then, he converted his heart, but when he saw her again, he was still able to recognize her at a glance.

"Fate is impermanent, and the way of heaven is eternal. Is this deity reunited with her by fate..."

"In the Nine Serenity and Three Realms, on the other side of the Eight Desolation, this deity can forget everything, but he has never forgotten her."

"Because she is the deity's life..."

Qi Fan held Buddha Ling's lock of hair in his palm, and the hair of the two of them was entangled together, and finally felt like they were married.

He watched with joy in the corners of his eyes and brows.

"The deity once promised her to accompany her until the years are barren, eternal and eternal, never leave her!"

"Even if it is against the sky, even if it is to destroy the world, this deity will not allow anyone to break us up!"

"Use Erqing silk to wrap my heart, and live forever with you..."

Qifan held Buddha Ling's hand and placed it solemnly on his heart, whispered softly and reverently, stroked the center of her brows, and gently rolled over every inch of her skin with his cool fingertips, smoothing the wrinkles between her brows...

Xuanyuan stood on the thousand-level jade steps, watching the slender red figure holding the Buddha spirit and gradually going away, motionless...

Qi Fan took one step at a time, walking very steadily.

Every step he took, seemed to span an eternity of time. The memories between him and her, like a flood, came overwhelmingly.

For tens of thousands of years, he has never forgotten the little things between them.

Engraved in the bone marrow, is so deep.

(End of this chapter)