Fast time travel game: Hugging the waist of the male god

Chapter 451 How to blame Tathagata and how to blame Qing (13)

When the Kongming lantern slowly rose into the night sky, Xia Wanzhu let go of Jifan's hand.

Suddenly losing that soft warmth, Ji Fan frowned.

Xia Wanzhu was seen clasping her hands on her chest, and her heart-stirring eyes gradually closed. She seemed to be saying something, looking pious.

A moment later, Xia Wanzhu opened his eyes and looked at Jichen, with a smile on his lips.

At this time, a cluster of fireworks burst into the air from behind her, and the gorgeous colors bloomed in the sky, lighting up her whole body.

"Handsome monk, I just want your answer."

Ji Fan withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes and said, "Miss, please tell me."

"Recognizing now, have you ever liked me, even just a little bit, have you ever been tempted?"

Those beautiful eyes are full of anticipation, but is this anticipation enough to drive Jifan into the endless hell?

He is a monk, how can he move the hearts of ordinary people?
However, he couldn't ignore the throbbing in the depths of his heart, as if something was clamoring, wanting to break through the shackles like a wild beast.

Xia Wanzhu's eyes gradually dimmed, and she continued: "Have you ever heard of Ananda, for a woman, he was willing to turn himself into a stone bridge to endure 500 years of wind and rain, 500 years of sun, and 500 years of rain, Just for that woman to pass by the bridge, even if he only stays with the wind and rain, for that encounter, he is willing to suffer from nature."

"Since he can, why can't you? What's more, I don't want you to wait for me for a hundred years, I just want you to say whether you are attracted to me."

Xia Wanzhu thought, she might never have been in such a mess in her life, for the sake of a monk, she put down all her posture.

Jifan's eyes moved slightly, and he was about to say something in his heart, is his heart moving?
But he still betrayed his own heart, "Amitabha, the little monk devotes all his heart to the Buddha, and please don't pester the little monk. The world of mortals is just a dream, and only the Dharma can achieve true freedom. The girl is smart, and she must be able to understand the little monk very easily. the meaning of,"

The nails dug into the palm of the hand fiercely, Xia Wanzhu's eyes were red, and her white teeth bit her lower lip.

Buddha is ruthless, she finally saw it.

It is said that the Buddha has great love and saves all living beings. Why can't he save her?
Love to all living beings will eventually be ruthless to one person, she is also one of the living beings, but he does not have her in his eyes.

"Handsome monk." Xia Wanzhu handed it to him suddenly, the voice was very soft, it seemed to be filled with infinite nostalgia and reluctance, but a smile was forced out of the originally sad eyes.

For some reason, Ji Fan suddenly felt like he was missing something.

Xia Wanzhu stepped forward, her breathing trembling, she stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed his amber eyes, that feather-light kiss had a hint of moisture, but it burned his heart.

He felt something being stuffed into his palm.

When he opened his eyes, Xia Wanzhu was no longer there, he was the only one among the pedestrians coming and going, and the loneliness in his heart gradually spread, like a big net, wrapping him tightly, not giving him any breath Opportunity.

What was placed in the palm of his hand was a piece of purple gauze. He opened it and the portrait on it made his pupils shrink and his heart tremble.

This piece of gauze is divided into several parts, and each part depicts his appearance, sleeping, meditating, ordinary and smiling. Every stroke is so careful, as if to paint his whole person. It's as if it's completely carved.

And at the end, a line of poetry deeply hurt his heart:

Never seen the best,
Also save the love entanglement.

It's okay if you don't know each other well.

It won't fall like this.

(End of this chapter)