Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Wan Chuyao Chapter——

"Disciple pays homage to Master."

A disciple looked at the woman in red standing under the tree and walked over respectfully. The woman withdrew her spiritual consciousness from the statue that the people were worshipping.

"What's the matter?" the woman asked in a cold voice.

"The disciple's life and death calamity has appeared."

When the woman heard the words "life and death", her eyes became dazed for a moment, and she seemed to see again the monk with a compassionate face who had stopped all the killing in the three realms.

She turned around and looked at her most outstanding disciple.

"So, what are you going to do?"

The disciple struggled for a moment, then whispered, "I still have a deep blood feud to avenge, and I want to become an immortal."

The woman waved her hand gently, and the disciple came down the mountain.

She should have known earlier that not everyone faced the calamity of life and death like her Buddhist disciples.

She was once in a life-and-death crisis, but that person did not kill her, but instead protected her.

Thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye. Due to that great war, the fairy world suffered heavy losses, its laws were damaged, and it was cut off from the other realms and had to recuperate.

At that time, she was already a human immortal and could only stay in the heavenly realm, but she forcibly shaved off her immortal bones, cut off her cultivation, became the pinnacle of humanity, and stayed in the human world.

She stayed in the human world, waiting for someone to return.

No matter whether he is a god or a demon, as long as he wants to do something, she will help him do it at all costs.

If he is a god, she will pray devoutly day and night and be his most loyal believer. If he is a devil, she will be the most beautiful enchantress in the world and help him kill all the villains with a knife.

Faced with some demons that suddenly appeared and did a lot of harm, she killed them and her reputation gradually spread in the human world. Some people even spontaneously built a shrine for her and respectfully called her a demon fairy.

Over the past thousand years, she has been listening to the chatter of the world, taking in a few disciples to train, and occasionally watching the grudges and love-hate relationships between her disciples.

But to her, none of it meant much.

Hearing that the passage between the human world and the heavenly world was opened again, she came to the heavenly world. Looking at the heavenly palace shrouded in fairy mist, murderous intent rose in her eyes.

In the end, she did nothing.

All the gods and Buddhas who participated in it thousands of years ago were wiped out.

These people are not those people.

If I take action myself, what difference will there be between me and those people back then? I am afraid that the Buddhist who has compassion for the world will also be disappointed.

She also saw a few familiar people standing at the boundary between mountains and seas, with murderous intent all over their bodies, scaring the people in the heavens to tremble in fear, but in the end no one took action.

They nodded to each other and left.

The sun set and the moon rose. She robbed some wine as if she was familiar with the place, ran to her own yard and stayed there. With a slight wave of her hand, fireflies danced in the sky under the moon.

She took a sip, propped her head up and watched in fascination.

Looking at the fireflies in the sky forming the silhouette of a person, my heart suddenly ached.

Everyone in the world says that the fairy has no mood for love and is cold-hearted. No matter how many fairies and demons try to please her, she remains indifferent even if they risk their lives to save them.

But she had already met the best person in the world, who amazed her for the rest of her life. How could those ordinary people catch her eye?

She only likes that person, is loyal to him, serious and timid.

Even though the two of them didn't spend a very long time together, it was enough for her to slowly spend the rest of her life relying on memories.

She wanted to help him watch over the human world and protect everything he cared about.

Wan Chuyao felt that his alcohol tolerance was getting worse and worse. After drinking just a few jars, he was actually a little drunk.

"I, I can't find you, Mo Lian."

"Mo Lian, I don't like you anymore."

Two lines of crystal tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and she whispered: "Really, I don't like you anymore."

From now on, you will be buried in the mud and your bones will turn into ashes, while I will live in the human world with my head covered with snow.

Falling to the North of the River——

Seeing his relatives die tragically at the hands of demons, he hated demons so much that he vowed to kill all the demons in the world.

His idea of ​​exorcising demons and eliminating evil is the same as that of Buddhism, which also aims to save people from suffering and help the world.

He originally thought that he just liked the Zen spirit and the Buddhist doctrine of saving all living beings, until he visited the Zen temple and looked at the compassionate gods and Buddhas and felt that something was missing.

What he thought of was the possessed Buddhist disciple in a red monk's robe. The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was dark red in color, like dried blood, and on that holy and perfect face like that of a god, there was a sense of compassion.

Finally, he destroyed all the Buddha statues.

These people are not called Buddhas.

He should have been wearing white monk's robes. They forced him to do so. Even though he was possessed by a demon, he was more like a Buddha than those Buddhas.

He was an exorcist, and in the end, he fell in love with a demon.

Luo Jiangbei found it a bit ironic.

Luo Jiangbei, ah Luo Jiangbei, you are so ridiculous.

Then he denied it in his heart, no, that person is not a demon, he is the purest and cleanest person in the world.

Even if he is a demon, it doesn't matter.

I still remember the first time we met that year. The compassionate and otherworldly Buddhist disciple under the willow tree lowered his eyes slightly and caught a glimpse of the scenery of the world.

The pale and delicate hands were caressing the black cat in his arms. The colors were very different and very bright. He said, "Donor, you are mistaken. This is just an ordinary kitten that I raise. It is not a demon."

"Mo Lian, monks don't tell lies."

That's obviously a goblin.

you're lying!

He walked among the people, through the crowded crowds, and solved many troubles with ease.

"Why do you want to save the world? Be the savior."

"I don't want to be a savior. I just think that the world is good as it is, and I don't want anyone to destroy it. That's all."