Uncle's First Favorite Concubine

Chapter 1671 Hongying and the Princess Episode 3
He was very sad: "how could this be? It shouldn't be like this..."

He was in so much pain that he couldn't restrain himself, and he often recalled her face full of despair.

"Ananda, life is difficult, since you have escaped into Buddhism, everything in the mundane world has nothing to do with you."

"Master, I can't get out, why, isn't the Buddha saving someone who is predestined? Why didn't the Buddha protect her?"

"My child, each person has his or her own predestined relationship, so you can't force it."

He can't settle down to practice, and her smiling face and figure often appear in his mind.

He began to be afraid, is it true that he has already fallen into the world of mortals as she said?

He couldn't recite the scriptures quietly, so he thought: "I'd better copy the scriptures."

But when he picked up the pen, the pen involuntarily drew her portrait, her beautiful face, on the rice paper.

Master saw him like this: "Ananda, since you can't devote yourself to practice, you might as well go down the mountain. Walking in the mundane world is also a kind of practice."

He went down the mountain with his burden and began to look for her.

He searched for three years without finding anything, but he heard that an organization had been established in Jianghu.

It's called the White Lotus Sect.

"This leader, it is said that he is as beautiful as a flower, and he likes to wear red clothes, but he is as cold as Shura, killing people without blinking an eye."

"I heard that this organization has killed many ministers and several princes. The present prince almost died."

He couldn't find her, so he went back to the temple, intending to concentrate on practicing Buddhism and chant sutras for her every day.

One day, he actually saw her once.

In the back mountain, when he met her, she was seriously injured.

"Sha Yao, how are you?"

His heart was twisted like a knife, and his heart was tightly grabbed, and he couldn't breathe.

He hurriedly took her back to the temple to take care of her.

Three days later, she woke up slowly and looked at him: "Little monk, we meet again."

"Are you awake?" He was startled and hurried forward.

"Cough cough cough..." She coughed in a low voice.

He hurriedly poured a glass of water and carefully fed her: "Are you okay? How did you get hurt? Where have you been all these years?"

He had many, many questions and didn't know which one to ask first.

She became much colder, and she stopped laughing, "It's nothing, just a slight injury."

Minor injury?

"You almost died, did you know that?" He was a little excited.

"Oh..." She sneered, "So what."

"Anyway, in this world, my relatives are gone, and I just reunite with them after death."

"You..." He didn't know how to persuade her, so he could only take care of her silently.

Unfortunately, his abnormality was discovered by the master.

"Send her away, she is a disaster now, leaving everyone in the temple to be buried with her."

"Master, isn't the Buddhist family merciful? Why can't you save her?"

The master sighed, "It's not that you don't want to save the teacher, it's that you can't gamble with the lives of so many people, do you understand?"

He begged bitterly: "Master, I beg you, just keep her. She has suffered enough. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Didn't you teach me?"

He begged for a long time, and finally moved the master and let her stay.

Sha Yao joked: "Little monk, you saved me, why don't I promise you with my body."

"The donor should not speak in vain, the poor have only the Buddha in their hearts."

He didn't notice the loss in her eyes.

Then he laughed at himself mockingly: "That's right, you are a little monk, you eat fast and chant Buddha all day long, what do you do to support me?"

Silver bell-like laughter reached his ears.

He opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.

(End of this chapter)