Sansheng Tea Huaxi Chapter

Chapter 1928 All Four Are Empty [4]

Hua Xi kept looking around by the river, and in the thick fog, a group of monks in white cassocks approached from afar.

There are hundreds of people, and it seems that they are all low-ranking young monks.

Hua Xi recalled what the Buddha said, Wujiang will be in the Land of Elysium, starting from a young novice.

Maybe he can become a Buddha.

Then, he must be among these young novice monks.

"Boundless! Boundless!"

Seeing the little novice monks walking past one after another, Hua Xi couldn't help searching across the entire river. Where are so many little novice monks?

She had even run into the river, trying to swim across it, and the water was up to her chest.

Suddenly, among a group of young novice monks walking forward, a person slowly turned his head and looked at Hua Xi.

That is boundless.

"Borderless..." Hua Xi's eyes filled with tears.

"Amitabha." Wujiang clasped his hands together, his red eyes had turned into a clear black, just like the first time he saw him, unstained by dust.

"The poor monk has converted to Buddhism, and has no ties to the mundane world."

"Would you... regret it?" If you regret it, it's still too late.

However, there was a clean smile on Wujiang's face.

"not regret."

He spread his hands, and in his palm lay a snow-white lotus seed.

He threw the lotus seeds to her, then smiled lightly, turned around and disappeared among the group of young monks, and soon disappeared.

Hua Xi tightly held the lotus seeds in her hand, she came here and got what she wanted.

Boundless is lost.

After all, was the original decision right or wrong?
Hua Xi slowly walked up from the river, the fog soon cleared, and the bright sun shone on the large golden lotuses in the river again.

very warm.

In the bliss, there is no feeling of cold.

The wet clothes on her body were quickly dried.

Hua Xi walked along the river until he came to the place where he came just now. Next to the golden light, there was a huge fiery red beast squatting there majestically.

The eyes are wide open like copper bells, and flames seem to be burning inside, and on the forehead, a golden mark with flame cloud pattern is faintly shining with golden light.

Hua Xi looked at him from afar, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Vulcan beast, only you and I have signed a natal contract, so where I am, you will be."

"Follow her all my life." The Vulcan beast bowed respectfully and saluted her.

Hua Xi stared at it in a daze, and saw that the majestic and domineering Vulcan beast in front of him overlapped with a silly, chubby squirrel with its front teeth bared.

She really wants to say that she still likes that little Guizi who can only 'grumble'.

But she didn't say it.

Sometimes life is like this, like the picture of a movie, passing frame by frame, letting nature take its course, with ups and downs, but also calm and warmth.

However, life is more difficult than movies, because you can't always get what you want.

"Let's go." She jumped onto the back of the Vulcan Beast, led by him, and quickly rushed into the vast light.
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Insert a song. It was when I heard this song that I was inspired to send Wujiang into Buddhism.

Chanting
Ten thousand incense sticks were burned, and the green smoke surrounded me like a sigh.

Turn the prayer wheel a hundred times, and the Tathagata will look at it lightly.

I knelt in front of the Buddha and asked about the unreasonableness in fate.

Snow piled up several times, and the rosary was disordered.

Tens of millions of Tibetan incense are burned, and the green smoke left is like a pity.

Turning the sutra and turning it again, the Tathagata is indifferent.

I knelt before the Buddha, begging for forgiveness of my marriage in this life.

The world of mortals piled up several times, and the rosary beads were broken.

The prayer wheel rings, and Sanskrit sings all night.

I engrave my thoughts on the snow.

Wait for the sun and the moon to turn again, and the snow will become a river.

Thoughts enter Nirvana.

The prayer wheel rings, and Sanskrit sings all night.

Waiting for you to look back.

I sat next to the Buddha for a long time, half leaning against the setting sun.

The blue hair grows far away from the mountains.

(End of this chapter)