Rebirth: Bringing the System to Find a Husband

Chapter 343 You seem to be lying to me, you dog

But after Xuanjue left, Li Hongyu went back to the palace, dispersed the crowd, and sat alone for a while.

Some of the court ladies heard Li Hongyu's weak voice: "Hang yourself on the hook, and you can't change it for 100 years..."

On the other side, Xuanjue was received by the emperor, and after a few conversations, he announced to the world that Buddhism is the state religion and he is the state teacher.

He accepted.

He doesn't care about these red tapes, but everyone in the world does.

When the Buddha saves sentient beings, he may appear as a man, a woman, a celestial dragon, a god or a ghost, or appear in mountains, forests, plains, rivers, ponds, springs and wells, benefiting people and liberating them all.He may appear as the Emperor of Heaven, or as the King of Brahma, or as the Wheel-turning King, or as a layman, or as a king, or as a minister or assistant, or as an official or subordinate, or as a bhikkhu, a bhikshuni, an upasaka, or a monk. Upasika bodies, and even the bodies of sravakas, arhats, pratyekabuddhas, bodhisattvas, etc., are used for transformation.Not only the Buddha's body appears alone in front of him.

Why should he be entangled in things outside of him?

As long as it is beneficial to save sentient beings, it doesn't matter if you accept it calmly.

He finally became the holy monk of the world that the girl was looking forward to. There were many people who listened to the scriptures, and he gradually did many things for all living beings.

The common people praised him as a bodhisattva descending to earth, the reincarnation of the Buddha, and his devotion to the Buddha's heart.

Whenever anyone sees him, he always sits cross-legged in front of the Buddha, turning the beads in his hand and muttering in his mouth.

He didn't seem to have a break, he was always chanting scriptures, except for occasional outings to help the people and give lectures, so he was here.

He doesn't explain anything to people, he just recites scriptures.

Occasionally fell asleep because of exhaustion, and woke up quickly, as if escaping from a nightmare.

In the nightmare, she was still young, smiling blindly: "Holy Monk, after all these years, you must protect yourself. If you can't protect yourself, who will pass on the scriptures and save sentient beings from suffering?"

He also dreamed that Li Hongyu sighed: "You are right, I can't leave my brother. My brother is the best person in the world, no one can compare. How can I leave him."

He opened his eyes, his heart beating hard.

He thought almost sadly that one was the one he liked and the other was the one who liked him.

Even if he voluntarily chooses to give up, they still become his robbery in the end. Even if they leave their side, they are rooted in his blood and bones, meeting him every midnight dream.

He never regretted leaving them.

It's just that I regret that in this life, nothing has been successful.

I have never worshiped Buddha devoutly, and I have never abandoned them.

In the world, there is a dual-quantity method, and if you live up to it, you will live up to the law.

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"I'm afraid that my love will damage the holy life, and I'm afraid that I won't fall into the city when I go to the mountains. The world is safe with the Dharma, and I will not fail the Tathagata and not disappoint you." Nie Shuangyan read pretendingly.

She did not write this poem, but she borrowed it for use.

Tonghua said with admiration: "You really have a deep connection with Buddhism and a brilliant literary talent."

Nie Shuangyan smiled profoundly and was noncommittal.

Tonghua scratched his head and said, "I seem to understand what you said, but I don't seem to understand."

Nie Shuangyan smiled deeply, and said: "In my hometown, there is such a saying: Once spoken, it does not belong to the person who said it. Then it is the same when applying this sentence to a story. I have already told the story. How do you understand it? It's up to you thing."

In fact, Nie Shuangyan was a little forgiving. She really wanted to tell him a little Buddhist story to make him dispel his thoughts about her, but she went astray while telling him.

Maybe novels are like this, they go astray as they talk, and even the writers of novels can't control themselves.

In this way, she had no choice but to say some foolish words in an unfathomable way.

As expected, he was fooled. He smiled and said, "You're right. What kind of insights I can get depends entirely on myself. It's just that I'm very confused. I have to think about it."

Nie Shuangyan opened the door with a smile, sent him out, and said, "Think again."

Tonghua is gone.

Nie Shuangyan closed the door with a smile, and in a blink of an eye it was Mo Yamo, who patted her chest, pretending to be like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, and said, "Oh, why did you appear so suddenly, you scared me to death."

Mo Yamo ignored her and looked at her with her head up: "You are not a real girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. It is useless to pretend to be like this. You can only lie to him .Speaking of which, won't your conscience hurt if you lie to such a cute child?"

Nie Shuangyan waved his hands three times: "I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense. Besides, we are the daughter of the little fairy, and the little fairy girl has no conscience."

Mo Yamo looked at it for a while, then sighed, and said, "The scumbag is a scumbag, it's true."

"It's okay." Nie Shuangyan said not so firmly.

Mo Yamo said: "Student scumbag, please tell me how to be a scumbag."

"Living in this world is like living in a thorn forest. If the heart does not move, people will not move rashly, and if the heart does not move, people will not be hurt; if the heart moves, people will move rashly, and it will hurt their bodies and pain their bones, so they will experience all kinds of pain in the world."

Mo Yamo sighed, and said: "If it was hundreds of years ago, I would have scolded you for what nonsense you said. But now, I just want to pat you on the shoulder and say that you are right."

Nie Shuangyan became interested, and said curiously: "What you said is like you like someone you can't ask for."

Mo Yamo smiled bitterly and said: "The person I like is indeed hard to find."

She said sadly: "I am just like the third boss in your story."

The third head of the family, it looks like she has everything on the outside, but in fact she still can't ask for it. The man she likes doesn't like her.

Her whole life is her own one-man show.

Mo Yamo seemed to have seen her own life, she didn't plan to say any more, but said almost sadly: "I... shouldn't have jumped off the tree that year."

Mo Yamo can still remember the scene when they first met. She had just passed through the soul at that time, and she was clinging to the bodhi tree stubbornly refusing to come down.

He asked: "Cat, cat, would you like to come with me?"

After all, the sunshine was so bright that she jumped down and fell into his arms.

He just lowered his eyebrows and smiled, and when he smiled, he was as gentle as water.

So, she persisted in her obsession and never regretted it.

However, she regretted it after all.

Mo Yamo sighed and said, "When we come down from the mountain in two days, I'll treat you to a drink."

Nie Shuangyan turned his head and looked at her, wondering: "You have become a disciple of a monk, and you can still drink."

Mo Yamo said bluntly: "I just follow him to cultivate my mind, and I still learn the method of demon cultivation. If I don't abide by his family's rules and regulations, what are I afraid of."

Nie Shuangyan sighed, and said, "That will disappoint you. I'm allergic to alcohol. After drinking, my whole body hurts. I don't want to be in pain."

Mo Yamo had a look on his face, "I feel like you're lying to me, you bastard."

Nie Shuangyan said, "No matter what you say, I just don't drink."

The two looked at each other, and ended in Mo Yamo's failure.

Mo Yamo said: "Forget it, we'll talk about it later."

Nie Shuangyan breathed a sigh of relief, she really hates drinking, she said: "Speaking of which, my master Master Cangwu, do you know his whereabouts?"

　There are also these on the cultivation side

　　
　
(End of this chapter)