After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

Puran's back was pressed against the cold wall, and she had no way to retreat.

The man leaned over and tilted his head to look at her, his light golden eyes seemed to be filled with the sunshine of an entire midsummer.

The lotus tassel earrings rippled with his movements, and with a dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows, his entire face had a beauty that was almost worshipful.

"Little Stone, guess who I am?"

He put his hands behind his back and smiled happily, with happy curves in the corners of his eyes and brows, and held the mahogany gift box in his palm, as if it was a prize prepared for the girl's answer.

When he heard the word "little stone", Pu Ran's tiger body trembled, and his eyes became round like glass beads.

How does he know?

Could it be that your cultivation level has reached a high enough level to see through my true form?

Should we say he is worthy of being a great monk?

The alarm in Puran's heart kept ringing. She recalled her lonely life as a stone and was very sure that she had never seen such a person in the past or now.

nonsense.

Definitely not seen it.

This book ends when you have seen its beginning.

She looked suspicious: "Have we met before?"

The man curved his lips, his eyebrows and eyes looked even more beautiful: "I have seen it, and I haven't seen it either."

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and his clear eyes concealed a joy that no one could detect.

It was like a long-cherished wish had finally come true.

After wading through black mountains and white waters, crossing the boundless and vast river of longing, the traveler with only a petal in his pocket finally found his rose after a long journey.

The man seemed to be trying hard to restrain something. His slightly trembling fingers gently approached Puran's cheek, cherishing and carefully, as if touching a treasure, but stopped nervously when they were only centimeters apart.

He was timid.

But it was only for a moment.

His heart was itching unbearably, as if he was suffering from skin hunger. If the other person didn't touch him, he could only stick to him impatiently.

Puran blinked, thinking this person was very strange.

It seems like he is enduring something, but also like he is venting something.

She reached out and grabbed his wrist holding the mahogany gift box, stopping him from touching her, and put on a fierce expression: "What do you want to do?"

"!!!"

Skin touching.

The man suddenly turned his head away, put the back of his hand on his lips and dared not look at her again.

Her golden eyelashes were half-drooped, and the watery light in her eyes was like the wind blowing through, rippling the water. Her fair face was stained with a beautiful light blush, and for a moment she could not tell whether her face was redder or the cinnabar between her eyebrows was redder.

Pu Ran, who felt that she was forcing a decent man, said: "..."

She let go of his hand dryly like a deflated ball, her eyes clear and upright: "Um... don't do this, it's easy for people to misunderstand."

I am a serious person.

The secret corner of my heart is like a strong wind blowing through, bringing out too many unspeakable expectations.

The man closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all the surging and passionate emotions were suppressed in his eyes.

He handed the mahogany box in his hand to Puran, lowered his eyes to look at her, and said in a very indifferent tone, revealing his disappointment: "I thought you would be able to recognize who I am just by looking at me without me telling you."

After receiving the so-called greeting gift, Pu Ran's expression was strange for a moment.

I wonder too.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for me to forget your face after seeing it once.

But now my head is almost bald from thinking about it, and I have no recollection of it at all.

She looked at the box and then at the man.

The man nodded, indicating that she could open it.

As the girl opened the red box, his words rang out:

"I know all your likes and dislikes."

"I'll find you whatever you want."

"so……"

It was like a gust of fresh wind blowing through the forest and hitting the leaves, whistling and rushing, and Pu Ran's mind was blank for a moment as if he was in the bamboo forest.

Her pupils reflected the gift in the box.

Nothing else, just a diamond-shaped purple gem.

The gem is crystal clear and pure, if you ignore the strange black runes inside.

"So, senior."

He called out the name, his tone solemn and mixed with cautious requests.

"Can you like me a little bit?"

Taking advantage of the moment when the girl was distracted, he mustered up the courage to stretch out his arms, and with his long eyelashes trembling, he held her in his arms with trembling fingertips.

It seemed that he was not hugging a person, but a ball of fog or a cloud. He was extremely careful and patient, fearing that if he used too much strength, he would end up in vain.

The lotus fragrance that had always bewitched the man disappeared, replaced by the fresh fragrance of forest leaves, with a slight sweetness.

At that moment, Pu Ran seemed to understand something.

Maybe she really recognized this person.

She pressed against the man's chest, the strong heartbeat beneath her palm breaking into a rhythm.

"name?"

"Bodhi."

The man pulled away from her and looked at her understanding expression. His heart suddenly felt as sweet as if it were soaked in a honey pot.

"Remember?"

His bony fingers twisted the girl's black hair and gave her a kiss almost devoutly.

The Pu Ran people were dumbfounded.

No kidding.

She is so stupid.

The temple has been renovated and rebuilt many times over time, but the stone in the temple has been worshipped by the monks and remains like a sacred stone that guards the temple.

At the same time, there is a Bodhi tree next to the stone.

The summer is scorching, the winter snow covers the branches, the spring and autumn rotate year after year, and the little stone has developed intelligence. It is so bored that it mutters all day long, but humans can't hear it at all.

[Did you understand the Mahayana Lotus Sutra I was talking about today? Do you want me to explain it to you again? ]

[Hey, little tree, why are you blooming? The wind blows them all over me and I can’t even see. ]

[The essence of the sun and the moon is not so easy to absorb. You have to practice diligently to have the wisdom of Buddhism like me.]

The Bodhi tree and she stayed close to each other until one day, when Bodhi looked at it with pity.

[My thunder tribulation has arrived. I am going to the Buddha. I wish you good luck.]

You little tree, I am leaving and you still have no intelligence. We have been together for so long but we have never really said a word.

Pu Ran took one precious second to mourn and remember the past, and then spent fifty-nine seconds rejoicing over his own attainment of Buddhahood.

Who would have thought that he would leave happily and come back with a sad face.

She was chopped and kicked here.

But unexpectedly, the Bodhi tree became intelligent as soon as she left, and the unequal flow of time caused the small tree to change its shape.

Pu Ran wanted to become a Buddha, but failed.

Bodhi didn't want to become a Buddha, but he succeeded.

Puran: “…”

I am sorry.

Damn it, I just want to curse.

But the fact that Bodhi can appear here now means that he did not choose to become a Buddha, but followed his predecessors, who had accompanied him forever, to come here.

He knew what appearance Pu Ran liked best, so he transformed himself into that appearance.

Her eyebrows are like a small moon, her eyes are like shining stars, her face is full of joy, and her forehead is dotted with cinnabar.

The man with long platinum hair stared straight into Pu Ran's eyes, refusing to look away for even a moment.

The air was like melted honey.

Sticky and unclear.

The words uttered in the clear voice were hot and firm.

"Senior, I'm here to see you."

……

ps: You didn’t expect this, right? This is the eighth person, and also the Bodhi tree mentioned in the first chapter.