Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1661 The plot of the world. 17
"Ajiu, don't worry, this day is coming soon." Jin Tingxiao held Fu Yuejun's hand tightly, looked at her quietly, as if he wanted to see her heart, his eyes met, only caring about the other person's thoughts .

They seem to be different from this noisy world, as quiet as a void.

Jin Tingxiao slowly raised his hand, ran his fingers through her hair, and half held her face, every word and every word was full of tenderness and affection: "Wangchuan is three thousand crossings, how dare you mistake your face."

Even though the two were snuggled up on the couch, he still leaned down, entangled her breath, and hooked his lips and teeth.

Ten words are enough to make Fu Yuejun calm down and let go of all uneasiness.

"Go to sleep, we have to send Yun Xiao out of the city tomorrow."

Fu Yuejun squinted his eyes, his eyes were full of tenderness, and suddenly sighed: "I understand this matter, and I won't owe him anything in the future."

That's what I said, but who can say clearly whether I owe it or not?
"Baby, I love you." The man turned his head and kissed the girl's forehead. It had been a long time, and the two of them had never been lying together comfortably like they are now.

They are husband and wife.

It should have been so intimate.

Even though there were a few thunderstorms outside the window, the man still held her in his arms so stubbornly.

Later, Fu Yuejun fell into a deep sleep, but Jin Tingxiao still had trouble falling asleep. Looking at the girl's sleeping face, he remembered those past events, and the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably.

Not long after, Jin Tingxiao also fell asleep.

Time flew tens of thousands of miles, and he fell into a long dream.

That is the past that belongs to Qifan.

He walked into the depths of time and saw the original appearance of Buddha Spirit.

In the Daxiong Palace, the Dharma is profound, and the monk in colorful clothes kneels and sits under the bodhi seat, listening to the Dharma quietly. The wind is quiet, and a bright red flower from the other side of the Yellow Spring comes.

It fell into the spirit pool in front of him.

Xu felt that the flowers were bright red and dazzling, exactly the same as the cassock on his body.

Qi Fan's brows moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand to condense his spiritual power. The residual flower took root in the spiritual pool. He chanted scriptures and chanted Buddha in front of Bodhisattva day and night, and over time, the flower took shape.

The girl lay down under his bodhi seat, and quietly opened her eyes. Those amber eyes were clear and lively, pure and without any impurities. She smiled slightly at him.

In an instant.

The monk heard the sound of flowers blooming from the bottom of his heart.

But at that time, he didn't understand.

In the world of mortals, there are ten feet of soft red and three thousand prosperity, but it is all vain.

Only the Buddha with golden light on his head and compassionate eyebrows and eyes is the most real.

Morning bells and evening drums, Sanskrit sounds chanted, Qifan took the Buddha spirit by his side to practice, and spent day after day surrounded by sandalwood and scriptures.

The life of a Buddhist temple is roughly the same.

Several years passed like this.

Time passed like water in a rush, and Qi Fan's heart gradually changed from the tranquility at the beginning to the present silence, as if there was nothing to move him anymore.

The eyebrows and eyes are more and more similar to that ancient Buddha.

But Qifan always felt that something was missing, and occasionally felt inexplicably anxious.

When he saw the mulberry plant and the bodhi plant in the front courtyard of the Buddhist temple, quietly accompanying each other, and the fallen leaves fluttering in the wind, he actually felt...a little bit of envy.

Is it true that all living things are like this, and they can depend on each other with companions?

This kind of thought always flashed away, and the monk panicked for no reason, so he sat quietly in front of the Buddha all night long, recited scriptures countless times, and burned countless sticks of sandalwood.

(End of this chapter)