The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 364
He closed his eyes in pain, pretending he couldn't hear anything.

The Panchen Lama once said that no matter who came, he just had to pretend to be deaf and dumb, as if he couldn't hear anything.

There is only a dream between him and her. We should know that no one in this world can interpret dreams, and no one can interpret our dreams, so he can only fall asleep in the dream.

The buds are flying and the spring and autumn are reincarnated. He got a sword and opened it to see it.

Every morning, Li Yin carries scriptures to save plants and trees. He is thinking about the day of his birthday, which extends from the iron bowl to the edge of the sword. He is mourned. He is thinking about who is worthy of this. .

The moon shines back to the center of the lake, the wild cranes run towards the idle clouds, forget about the story about me stepping into you and a heavy snow sealing everything in the world.

When Liyin was walking on the top of this snow mountain.At a glance, the heroes in the floating world are all down and out, and the beauties in the mirror are quietly getting old.He lived it again and again for the sake of dying while others were ashamed everywhere.

Life is like an old dream, a monk in white clothes walks on the embankment.The robes are flying, and the dream is like this.

He finally understood that he had nothing, and that woman would never be his own.

He is the Buddha, the Lord Buddha, and the belief of the entire LS city, but therefore he cannot fall in love with anyone.

On the other side of the eye, there are Gesang flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains, swaying with the wind, looking very beautiful.Although you can see it but you can't reach it, but what if you can't reach it?
The beauty is the same even if he can't reach it. Looking back, he thought that the snow lotus bloomed on the top of the iceberg. Although he couldn't see it, he could remember it. beautiful.

He looked back almost sadly.

Although Feng Jiu didn't understand, she also knew that the young man seemed to be in love and moved his heart.

It's just that Gesang flowers are blooming everywhere on this plateau, so how can it accommodate his temptation.

Crowds of pilgrims flock to the Potala Palace every day, and every time he sits on the throne above all living beings, he is determined to suppress his emotions.

In the pain of listening to him day after day, he also suffers unspeakably. Who would have thought that he is the belief of people but he has no belief in himself.

From the beginning when he had memory, he was the incarnation of Buddha.

In the river of love, the young king fell into the distress of love.

He thought that he would never find the beautiful woman he saw that day again in this life.

Even though she was already married as a woman, she never thought of a trip to the snow-capped mountains. The boy fell from the top of the mountain and rolled down the mountain. Wake up son brother.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Are you okay?"

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful girl, and at this moment he was lying in her boudoir.

"Oh, you are awake. Do you know that you have been asleep for a day and a night."

He was rescued by her, and when he heard the sad news of her husband's death, he sympathized with her and left him all his gold and silver treasures, and he limped back to the Potala Palace to comfort the panicked attendants.

On patrol the next day, he sat on a high platform and a large sedan chair, watching the road being cleaned up and thousands of herdsmen kneeling on the ground.

He suddenly remembered the dewy dream last night.

With tears in his eyes, he said: "You pray to me for happiness, and who do I ask for happiness?"

(End of this chapter)