Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1514 The two generations are monks, and they will transform her. 7
Monk Mingxin raised his eyes to look at the golden Buddha in front of him, folded his hands together, and recited Buddhist scriptures in flowing clouds and flowing water: "Guanzizai Bodhisattva, walking in the deep prajna paramita for a long time, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and overcomes all hardships. Not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form."

In a daze, he seemed to see the woman who smiled as elegantly as white flowers blooming in the desert, and whose voice was like a gurgling stream.

"Little monk, little monk, little monk..."

No one has ever pronounced these three words so nicely. It never happened before her, and it won't happen after her. It's a pity that such a voice will never be heard again.

After hearing these two stories, Xue Gu's face became even paler, pale and pale, with no blood at all: "Venerable Qifan, do you really want to convert her, or is it because you like her?"

Wuwang smiled lightly, and said slowly: "In every life of the Buddha spirit, there will be seven Brahmas, but there has never been a good result, entangled for hundreds of generations, love or not, who can tell clearly?"

In other words, they were in love from the beginning, but they just dared not admit it.

The Buddha has no desires. Qi Fan was born in the realm of great love. He is the most important disciple of the ancient Buddha. Does he dare to admit that he has moved the world?
Indeed, among the hundreds of reincarnations, only two of Qifan was a monk, but as a monk, he still wanted to transform the Buddha spirit.

When Qi Fan was King Xiang, he was an invincible hero who swept away the three armies. He had a tender heart, and cried so hard for Yu Ji that he slayed himself with a horizontal sword. Who can say that King Xiang doesn't love Yu Ji?

It is said in the world that Daji brought harm to the country, burned people with sticks, groves of meat and wine pools, and helped the tyrant to abuse others, but who in later generations would know that the enchanting concubine Daji, the king of Zhou and the emperor, once the deer tower was burned, they embraced each other until death, never to be separated.

Concubine Yang Gui, who was once spoiled to the top of the sky and finally took the blame for the emperor, might not be able to rest in peace until she dies. Who knows, it was her knees that softened for the sake of the Tang Dynasty, and begged Xuanzong to grant her death.

The love of emperors since ancient times is like dewdrops in the morning light, bright and beautiful, but fleeting.

Who would have thought that such a monarch would die infatuatedly for the love of his life in that cold and silent palace?
Later, Qi Fan became Huang Taiji and married Hai Lanzhu, the daughter of Horqin Baylor in Mongolia.

After entering the palace, Hai Lanzhu was deeply in love with Huang Taiji, and was extremely honored and favored for a while.

In the year that Huang Taiji's imperial concubine personally marched, Hai Lanzhu was seriously ill. He rushed back to Shengjing day and night, but heard the sad news of the funeral of the concubine Hai Lanzhu.

He cried day and night over her death, and even did not eat or drink for six days and nights, and passed out several times from crying.

Endless grief and longing made him seriously ill in the end, and he was never able to return to the battlefield after that.

The original high-spirited and high-spirited ambitions have been reduced to ashes.

However, even though they are nostalgic in every way, no matter how deep the affection may be, the fate cannot be light and shallow.

The city wall was breached, and Huang Taiji looked all over the world, but there was no such a delicate figure around him, it could only be an endless regret.

The wealth and splendor and all kinds of favors in the past did not want her to suffer even a little bit of pain. However, her departure in the end was so sad that I didn't even know where to find her soul.

Even if it is going up to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, it is just a vast and invisible.

Later, Wuwang heard that Huang Taiji prayed day and night to be reunited with Hai Lanzhu. In the endless lovesickness, he prayed that she would never drink Mengpo soup, not to forget the past, not to forget the promise between the next life and the next life. Wangchuan was waiting for him to cross the Naihe Bridge together.

Everything is like seeing it for the first time.

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(End of this chapter)