Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 967 The trip to Fusang was full of ups and downs. 9
In the illusory realm of Brahma, the woman dressed like a lotus knelt before the Buddha, and the monk in red knelt behind her, listening to the woman piously shouting: "It is against the sky, and you will fall into hell forever. Buddha Spirit also asks for the love between husband and wife in this life!"

She is a god, but her heart is alive.

That heart, which has been soaked in front of the Buddha for many years, is beating hot and hot as always. Although she is a god, she will never have emotions and desires. In order to seek the love between husband and wife in this life, she is willing to fall into reincarnation.

"My Buddha is merciful. If the Buddha's spirit falls into hell, the disciple will be with her." The monk without delusion knelt in front of the Buddha, with his head deeply pressed to the ground, and his hands covered his eyes. I don't know if his palms were wet with tears ?
The Buddha spirit exists, there is no falsehood, and there will be no exceptions.

"Then how did you escape later?" Qin Zhiyu's eyes were sour, he didn't know how to repay her deep love. For many years, she has always been the girl who was protected by Fu Yuejun.

The more I think about it, the more my heart aches. She owes her too much.

I only wish to follow her up and down in the future, and even when I die, I want to protect her in peace and prosperity, not to be separated from life to death, but to say goodbye after death.

"It was that person who saved me. He said that my master was punished by God for leaking too many secrets that day, and was seriously injured by Hideo Abe."

Fu Yuejun's eyes dimmed a lot, and he suddenly choked up and said: "He also said that because Abe Hideo wanted to use the second uncle to lure us out, so he controlled the second uncle and let the second uncle blow up the sky prison, which caused the second uncle to die tragically... "

She held Qin Zhiyu's hand tightly, intertwined with her fingers, and said guiltily, "Ayu, it's all my fault. If I had kept my second uncle by my side, nothing like this would have happened."

Fu Yuejun blamed himself very much. In the final analysis, Second Uncle Qin's death was also related to them. If they had insisted and let Second Uncle Qin go with them, perhaps such a thing would not have happened.

But she forgot that no one can reverse what is predestined.

"No, it's not your fault, it's Hideo Abe, who killed my second uncle and sister." Qin Zhiyu was still shaking while holding her hand, with tears in his eyes: "I never blamed you, Don't blame yourself, okay?"

She knew better than anyone else that this matter had nothing to do with Fu Yuejun, but Fu Yuejun felt very guilty, thinking that it was because she didn't persist in the beginning that Second Uncle Qin had this doom.

But don't people often say that the cycle of natural laws has its own destiny? Some things are predestined, how can mortals go against the sky?
"But I don't understand, why did Hideo Abe want to kill sister?" Qin Zhiyu asked hoarsely and puzzled, tears rolled into his lips, and his shoulders twitched from crying.

This is something she can't understand. Why would a high-ranking onmyoji who holds the power of life and death and controls the power of ghosts and gods attack a weak woman who has no power to restrain a chicken?
Even the bones will be destroyed.

Fu Yuejun gritted his teeth and said with hatred: "Because he felt that An Ran was not good enough for Gu Yanchuan, that the blood of Kyushu was low, and that he was not good enough for his direct relatives and grandchildren, so he killed Sister An Ran!"

That arrogant Fusang wizard thinks that the blood of their Abe family is the most noble, but all Kyushu people are lowly and dirty people, so when he saw that Gu Yanchuan fell in love with a Kyushu woman, he ruthlessly killed her. Miss An Ran.

"But Gu Yanchuan doesn't have the blood of Kyushu in Gu Yanchuan's body?" Qin Zhiyu was almost sobbing, his voice was dull and choked: "Kyushu has a history of nearly 6000 years, and the descendants of Yan and Huang, why are they so humble?"

(End of this chapter)