Chapter 1067 Become a Buddha with one thought (24)

   And Buddha, the same is true.

   After saying goodbye, Fujisen was about to leave.

  But the Buddha in cold plain clothes stopped her.

  Gently and politely took hold of her sleeve, and then let it go gently. The courtesy was so thoughtful that no one could fault it.

  The Buddha stood in front of the gate of Taiji Palace, the warm light of the sunset fell on the cold and snowy plain clothes of the Buddha, as if they were tainted with the warmth and softness of the world.

  With a calm and gentle face, he slowly handed out a scroll of calligraphy and painting under Tengxian's puzzled eyes.

   delivered it to her, he whispered: "This is a gift for the benefactor, I hope the benefactor will like it."

  His tone is as soothing and warm as a breeze, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

  Gentle and elegant, noble and unparalleled.

  Yun Si took it and opened it.

  When she saw the content on the calligraphy and painting, she suddenly paused and was stunned.

  Looking fixedly at the roll of snow-white calligraphy and painting, motionless.

  Soft sunset glow, full of light.

  At this moment, the warm colors reflect the strokes of prayer scriptures on the calligraphy and painting, which is cool and indifferent, as if there is a trace of warmth.

  His handwriting is steady and majestic, neat and tidy, from the beginning to the end, it is strong and vigorous.

  There are dense scriptures on it, and he copied a lot.

  On the clear and beautiful rice paper, it seems that he can still smell the sandalwood scent left on his body.

   Faint, mixed with the fragrance of pen and ink, if there is no place, it touches people's heart waves, but they don't know it.

  The little beauty watched quietly, her eyes trembling slightly.

  Suddenly raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were warm and bright, without blinking, they slowly curved into crescent moons.

"Thanks."

  She burst into a smile, smiling like a flower.

  Stunning and coquettish, as if the sunset behind her has lost its color.

  She seemed really happy, so happy that she wanted to hug her directly.

  But because she remembered something, she only took a step forward, and then obediently backed away.

  Looking at him with a smile, clasped his hands together, and saluted in a dignified way.

   "Thank you, little master~"

   "." The quiet and gentle Buddha slowly lowered his eyes, and the beads on his fingertips were clenched for a moment.

  He hummed lightly, but didn't speak.

   But seeing the green beauty carefully put away the calligraphy and paintings he gave, looked at him with a smile, and then waved to him.

   "I'm leaving, little master."

   "If I'm free tomorrow, I will come again."

  The Buddha quietly watched her leave.

  When she left, she turned her head three times at a step, her eyebrows and eyes were open, and her red lips were softly raised.

  The fine and clear light in the eyes seems to be more dazzling than the sunset, more gorgeous and moving.

  The ink hair is light, the silk and satin are like clouds, and the beauty is full of fire and disappears into the sky.

   turned into a light green light, finally disappeared.

  The Buddha stood quietly on the spot, with a peaceful face and empty phoenix eyes.

  Thinking, not knowing where to end.

  Back to the Buddha Hall, it was already night.

  Tai Chi Palace is still shrouded in Buddha's light, the radiance is overwhelming, day and night.

  It is quiet here, only the unknown distance is recalling the deep bell, which has been ringing for a long time and stretching endlessly.

  Above the Buddha Hall and in front of the lotus platform, the Buddha, who is as elegant as a lotus, shines every step of the way. He is dressed in plain clothes and looks elegant, with exquisite and indifferent eyes.

  Hanging on the snow-white and beautiful wrist bones is a string of cold Buddhist beads, each of which is distinct and as bright as new.

  The perfect skull shape, without a trace of extra black hair, symbolizes not being disturbed by the world.

  The strong sandalwood fragrance pervades the air.

  The voices of the gods and Buddhas muttering, lingering above the main hall, are peaceful and distant, and carry the compassion of saving all living beings.

  (end of this chapter)