Rong Xian looked at the stupid appearance of the young monk and couldn't help but admire: "Everyone says that his family is compassionate. Now it seems that it is so true. The little master cares so much about a piece of grass, and it seems that he can see the Lord Buddha. Just around the corner. "

The young monk was at a loss, saying, "Female donor, you can't say this arbitrarily. The young monk hasn't cultivated yet, and it's still early to see the Buddha."

Rong Xian nodded his head clearly. A half-nodded head didn't mean to see it through. He said seriously: "Originally, the little master doesn't want to see the Lord of the Buddha. You Lord of the Buddha really don't want to be seen."

Little monk: "..."

The little monk was helpless. The Lord Buddha was in Bliss, unless he practiced to the level of the Lord Buddha, otherwise only the soul would enter Bliss after death.

His path to spiritual practice is still long, and people in this flower world are dazzled. He doesn't want to die yet.

Seeing the little monk had nothing to say, Rong Xian pointed to the distant place surrounded by streamers and shone with light, and asked curiously, "Where is that? It looks sacred."

The feeling is wonderful, it seems that the place where the red dust and the meditation are entangled, it gives people a kind of compassion and thoroughness of the Buddha.

Rong Xian's pure eyes flashed with doubt, and he recklessly exclaimed: "Is this the place where your buddhist lord lives?"

The little monk's face turned black, and she could not wait to go up and block her mouth.

He quickly reached out and wanted to grab Rong Xian's clothes, so that she would act cautiously, not to talk nonsense.

Unexpectedly, she wore it on Rong Xian's clothes.

The little monk's face changed immediately, and he said: "Ghost cultivation? Magic cultivation?"

No no no, this is not the point.

The point is why he can't touch her, but she can touch him? !!

Rong Xian raised her eyes and smiled slightly joyously at the young monk: "For the first time, someone can say my identity so accurately, you guys, you are quite wise, no wonder your master has hidden you."

The young monk suddenly took a few steps back, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Master once told him that he was a born Buddha and easily provoked demons. He thought that demons were all ugly and ugly, but he did not expect to see a ‘man’ with a beautiful eyebrow, gentle temperament, and clean breath.

But the fierce beast lurking in the depths of the 'human' eyes made him shudder.

Rong Xian frowned and continued with a smile: "It is indeed a Buddha, and you can see the essence through the phenomenon."

"You, you really come prepared!" Said the Buddha.

If it was not prepared, how would he know he was a Buddha.

Rong Xian stole a flower, and Mei Yuma said cleanly: "The Buddha behind you is well-built and is very suitable for you."

Buddha: "..." Is it the plaque that the co-author finally exposed to him?

His master is really bad.

But in fact, it is no wonder that his master, where the Buddha lives, is heavily restricted, who knows that someone broke into it so easily.

Rong Xian slowly twitched the petals in his hand, tearing them off piece by piece, and said lightly: "Gossiping, let's stop, where is it?"

The Buddha glanced at the flower on the ground without bones, swallowed saliva, and said silently, "Amitabha."

He was very able to bend and stretch out: "The name is called Niehai."

Rong Xian's hand motion: "Nie Hai?"

The Buddha looked at her face, nodded and patiently popularized, "It is the sea of ​​sin. This sea of ​​sin is not the sea, but the place where all the evil destinies converge after the evil deeds of all the Buddhist children are cut off."

Rong Xian listened, and the flower stick in his hand fell to the ground instantly.

This action saw the Buddha's voice stagnant, looked at Rong Xian who looked down and lowered his eyes, and said casually: "Nie Yuan will come here with some of the remaining spiritual knowledge of the people and wait for them to worry about it. When a man becomes a Buddha, he can escape. "

After Rong Xian was silent for a long time, she finally couldn't help laughing: "The Buddha said: The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the shore is turned back. But when I saw this sea of ​​evil today, I found that everyone was willing to stay in the sea of ​​suffering."

She took a step in the direction of Niehai, her steps were elegant and calm, and her eyebrows were still two-pointed, casual and luxurious.

It seemed as if he didn't care, and stepped solemnly towards his throne.

The Buddha didn't stop her when she stood in place. Not many souls can be attracted to Niehai and come here.

There will always be six unclean monks, and there will always be women obsessed with Buddha's family.

After they die, they will be attracted by the sea of ​​sin.

The buddha looked at the back of Rong Xian's back, looking calm and calm. He turned the beads on his wrist and murmured, "Amitabha, can't even such a good woman escape a love letter? Alas."

One word of love is really not harmful.

Rong Xian is just a soul now. The Buddha thought that Rong Xian was also one of the evil fate that was drawn by Yin Hairuo.

In fact, it is true to say that, although the space crack was changed by Rong Xian, but it can fall here, there is nothing else but fate.

Under the gaze of the Buddha, Rong Xian slowly came to the edge of Niehai, and his eyes fell on the red bean bud lotus which was born of flashing Zen and acacia.

Above the lotus is like a real bliss world, the Brahma bursts, the golden lotus flutters, the Buddha's light shines, and everyone's face is peaceful and peaceful.

This is really a good way to deceive people.

Rong Xian frowned, reached out and stroked the wrinkles that did not exist on the cuffs, thinking casually.

Suddenly, her motion was stagnant, and there was a slight wave in the calm eyes. Her attention was directed to the woman who was peaceful and compassionate on the lotus platform in the middle of Foguang.

"Sister A ..." Rong Xian called hard.

She thought she had a loud voice and could use her best shouts, but she was as light as a mosquito.

The face of the lotus stage was as usual. She always thought that she would never see this person again, but she did not expect to see her under such circumstances.

She had a pure white dress with wicker flowers on her head, her eyes filled with pity.

She is very beautiful, beautiful compassion, beautiful enough to make people admire and respect, but can not give birth to a little blasphemy.

This person is completely different from before.

It seemed that Rong Xian's gaze was felt, and the woman opened her eyes and looked over.

She stared at Rong Xian for a while, her lips opened slightly, and she said something.

The sound came to Rong Xian's ears by the gentle wind across the figure.

"There is cause and effect between us. Who are you?"

Rong Xian looked down, and the layer of water vapor in his eyes disappeared instantly.

She looked up, owed a gift to the woman, and said with a loud voice, "See you today, cause and effect disappear."

Since then, the fate has really ended.

The words fell, and her involvement with the woman was cut off by a mighty force.

Xiaoqianjie, returned to Tucheng.

The man in Tsing Yi, who was outside the tomb of the underground palace, looked up suddenly, his eyes flashing with surprise and disbelief.

This is-Jinger! !!

At the edge of the Underworld, Rong Xian stood there with her back straight.

"Don't you go?" I don't know when the Buddha came to Rong Xian.

Upon hearing his question, Rong Xian crooked her head, which made her look innocent.

She asked inexplicably, "Why did it pass?"

The Buddha also wondered: "Isn't that someone you know?"

Had it not been for the deep and unforgettable, this person would not have been dragged in, causing him to misunderstand that she was trapped in love.

And it is obviously related to such a deep involvement.

But the girl stood here in such a calm look, looking at the person who had died in her impressions indifferently, as if looking at a stranger, is it really good? ?

Rong Xian shrugged and said in a relaxed and cozy tone: "I have seen it, and she is doing very well. Everyone is fine, this is enough."

After all, he blinked at him playfully.

Of course, the deeper meaning, Rong Xian has not yet said.

People who have been transformed by Buddhist teachings are no longer in their memory.

Even if the soul hasn't changed, it's not her anymore.

She was nostalgic for the sister Jing who loved her and cared for her, she cried, laughed, and became angry, not the Bodhisattva Amitabha who saw it at first glance.

Now that I'm a stranger, I don't need to worry anymore.

Knowing that she is still alive and living somewhere she knows is really enough.

Since then, everyone is no longer related, and they are just strangers meeting each other.

"Everyone is an adult, there is no need to be slimy," she said in a straightforward and sparse tone.

Buddha: "..." Are you a devil?