Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

Yun Ci put away his sword.

Look at it with a different look.

On the scriptures arranged vertically and horizontally, there are actually some red plum blossoms.

The ink color makes the petals bright red.

"Xi Shan, there are countless questions you can't answer now."

The skinny girl in the past no longer tries to find the difference between the two. She has relied on her own efforts to become truly fearless.

Strength overrides prejudice.

For His Highness the Demon Emperor, the answer to that question is naturally meaningless.

"Now I have another question for you."

Hua Shiyu tightly grasped the hand that had begun to become a little transparent, and asked in a low voice: "You keep saying that you will save all living beings, do you have a place among all living beings?"

She pulled the scripture hard and spread it completely between the two of them.

The flower branches finally broke through the paper and opened their eyes.

Xi Shan, who was in the sea of ​​flowers, sighed: "Flower donor, why do you always ask me questions."

"You are a disciple of Buddhism. I don't ask you what love and desire are, nor do I ask you what letting go means. I won't force you." Hua Shiyu's eyes were calm, "But since you can't answer my question, what should I do? To die without shame."

"Unless you answer me properly now.

"This question is much simpler than the previous one. Xi Shan, why don't you dare to reply?"

She repeated word for word: "Among all living beings in this world, are you included?"

It's really simple.

Just answer yes or no.

But the meaning behind it is completely different.

——Yes, Xi Shan also has to pay his share; no, Xi Shan has not entered the secular world, so he has no qualifications to save the common people.

"How do you want me to answer, the flower donor?" Xi Shan said slowly, "Do you want to teach me how to save myself?"

"No, I'm a demon. I can't learn your Buddhist method of saving people." Hua Shiyu let go of her hand and waited quietly for Xi Shan's answer.

Xi Shan recited the Buddha's name: "Flower Donor, all things in heaven and earth are all sentient beings."

After getting the answer, Hua Shiyu took two steps back: "Okay."

She put away the scripture little by little, and those fiery plum blossom branches were slowly printed into the ink words.

It seems that something is suppressing the head again with the disappearance of these flowers.

The plum blossoms on my head bloom more and more even as they wither.

"Today you have faced my problem head-on, and with such kindness, this is the end of the dispute between us." She gave Yun Ci a look, but her hands did not stop.

The distance between Hua Shiyu and Xi Shan was drawn very close as the scriptures were put away.

So close that your fingertips touch each other, so close that the fragrance of Zen and plum blossom are entangled with each other.

The two flavors merge into one, calm and intense.

The withered orchid was lifted up again.

Hua Shiyu finally took a step to cross the boundary between the two.

The wrist passed through the rosary beads and circled in the air, then covered the back of Xishan's clasped hands again.

Across a patch of red plum rain, Hua Shiyu and Xi Shan's foreheads touched each other.

From such a close distance, Hua Shiyu could clearly see the red eyes in the eyes of the person in front of her.

And her appearance.

"There is no grudge or debt."

"You don't have the position to stand for me, and all the achievements you have made after thousands of years of cultivation fall short."

The plum petals were suspended in mid-air, and golden light spread from them, burning them to ashes.

The ashes swirled around the two people and gradually turned into many golden threads wrapping their bodies.

Yun Ci held the raw orchid and chopped it off without hesitation.

In an instant, the golden light spread out, blowing off all the calyxes on the branches.

A golden, five-petaled lotus flower formed above their heads.

There are many white translucent flakes growing on the stamens, fluttering in the air like silk ribbons.

Hua Shiyu looked directly into Xi Shan's eyes: "You are a living being, and you have experienced the eight sufferings in the world. Then you also have the so-called chance to come back."

The petals they were holding against melted into blood-red liquid, condensed into a ball, and sank into Xi Shan's brow.

The eyebrows are red, really like the kind eyes of a Buddha statue.

Just like the light called compassion that broke into her sight when they first met.

A piece of lotus was put away, and a lifeless female voice came from the surroundings and asked:

"They are all living beings in your mouth, so why do I suffer all these insults?"

Hua Shiyu raised her hand and placed the scripture on Xi Shan's chest: "The suffering I suffered came from the indiscriminate malice of others and has nothing to do with who I am."

Xi Shan's eyelids trembled slightly as he looked at Hua Shiyu in front of him.

Another petal gathered, and the female voice sounded again:

"Did they bully me and say that I can just forget it? What you said is fair, but it's too biased for me."

Hua Shiyu continued to answer: "Those who drag me to hell should also be sent to hell by myself. This is true justice." She suddenly smiled, "Look, these issues you are struggling with, I You can answer it now. It’s so easy.”

Two more questions in succession.

Xishan couldn't answer questions at first, but Hua Shiyu now helped him answer them one by one.

She came through suffering and knew how to overcome it.

Isn't it her reconciliation with herself?

Dreams and worldly relationships are all excuses for the uncontrollable emotions that arise under the precepts to trap Xi Shan.

The scroll of scripture was still pressed against Xi Shan's chest, feeling his heartbeat vibrating like a drum in his chest.

It was just the last question that surprised Hua Shiyu.

——"Little Master, you have been reciting scriptures to me for so long, but you didn't tell me your name."

The girl's love is the dazzling and wanton glow of early spring, the river full of dark fragrance in the mountains, the stars in the sky in summer night, and the anxiety that you want to hide but are afraid that others will not notice.

"Xi Shan." He clasped his palms and bowed towards Hua Shiyu. When he raised his eyes again, the tail of his eyes were dyed red by the plum blossoms. He said softly, "The little monk's Buddhist name is Xi Shan."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lotus flower above his head had completely closed up and shrunk into a lotus seed in the light.

Golden flames spread inch by inch against the chest where the scripture was pressed.

Devouring his body bit by bit.

Before the golden light dissipated, bursts of silk and bamboo sounds came from the sky, congratulating a Buddhist disciple on his enlightenment and becoming a Buddha.

"Okay. Xi Shan." Hua Shiyu had tears in her eyes but smiled, "I remember."

At the end, Hua Shiyu spread her arms and hugged Xi Shan's dissipating body: "I can't forget it."

The color of rain enveloped the small courtyard, and red plum blossoms bloomed again on the branches.

A drop of golden fairy rain fell together with the lotus seed.

The Demon King woke up from the sound of rain.

She raised her hand to take the two things that fell in front of her.

The Demon King saw Yun Ci who had come out of the dream and asked, "Why is a name the biggest knot in his heart?"

Yun Ci raised his hand to pick up the plum blossoms on the table: "Your Highness, the plum blossoms in late winter and early spring are the first to notice the meaning of spring."

Like plum blossoms in spring, the feelings that grow under the suppression of rules and regulations are first felt by people's hearts.

This heartbeat that arose out of nowhere should have a decent ending.

The rain knocked down the lotus flowers in the pond. The Demon King sat alone and turned his head to look at the lotus pods standing on the water.

After a long while, she handed the drop of Xianlin to Yun Ci: "You are right, people like to exchange names when we first meet. So between me and him, the name is the beginning and the end."

Hua Shiyu said with a smile: "Is this a rare good deed that I have done?"

"Others are saving sentient beings, but His Highness is saving Buddha. How can it be summed up by just 'good deeds'?"

Yun Ci took Xian Lin and suddenly remembered the poem that the childhood sweethearts had spoken to in the mountains in the dream.

Because the dream changed so quickly, Yun Ci only heard the two of them talking.

Now think about it, there happens to be a very special sentence at the top of the entire poem:

One branch breaks Yuxi spring first. 1

Thinking of this, Yun Ci couldn't help but sigh: "Plum blossoms... are the same as His Highness."

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Xin Qiji's "Linjiang Immortal·Exploring Plum Blossoms"

When I grow old, I am too lazy to cherish flowers, but my love for plum blossoms still lingers around the river village. One branch breaks Yuxi spring first. No more fancy attitude, just full of snow spirit.

The beauty of the meal in the empty mountain is left to write a fresh sentence for him. Bamboo roots and flowing water carry stream clouds. Drunk and confused, I can't remember the journey home at dusk.