Jun Fanyin stood by the lake, watching Zixuan's back disappear from her face. Suddenly, her heart felt bitter, Zixuan, what should I tell you?
Murong Li watched everything in front of her intently. She wanted to run to Jun Fanyin and tell him that since Zixuan loved him so much, why didn't he want to love her?
However, it seemed as if there were roots under my feet and I couldn't move.
I could only look at the picture in front of me anxiously, and it turned sharply again.
"Zixuan, do you know that emotions are not allowed here?" Buddha said gently, just like the surface of the lake, it was so quiet that you couldn't see the bottom.
Zixuan was dressed in purple, knelt in front of the Buddha, and murmured at the Buddha, "Buddha, I, Zixuan, am just a forget-me-not grass. If I am not emotional, what is the difference between being a grass?"
The Buddha didn't say a word, but just smiled. As he smiled, Zixuan transformed into a purple grass, with only a small face exposed.
"Buddha, please let me leave the Buddhist world. I am willing to be reincarnated for thousands of lives. I just ask the Buddha to grant me a marriage."
Silly, really stupid.
Murong Ling looked at Zixuan like this and wondered how much she loved Jun Fanyin and was willing to give up the human form she had finally achieved.
"Zixuan, then you go to the human world and suffer all kinds of hardships. If you still make this choice at that time, I will give you a marriage."
Zixuan looked at Buddha in surprise. He actually agreed. "Thank you, Buddha."
The Buddha moved his fingers slightly, and the purple daylily disappeared. Murong Ling thought to himself that this dream was so real, as if he had experienced it himself.
"Fanyin, Chonglou, starting from today, you will each take charge of the demon world and the devil world. After Zixuan's thousand reincarnations, you can return to the immortal class." The Buddha's voice struck Murong Li's heart like a thunder, what? Thousands of reincarnations?
Sanskrit, Zixuan, Chonglou.
The entanglement between them lasted for thousands of years.
Murong Ling walked into the dream without waiting for the two to respond. She carefully comforted herself that this was just a dream, just a dream, "Buddha, why did you let them leave? Since Zixuan loves Sanskrit music so much, why didn't you fulfill her wish?"
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The Buddha chuckled, looked at the confused Murong Li, and murmured, "Zixuan, your reincarnation has ended, do you still want me to grant you a marriage now?"
Murong Ling looked at Buddha in panic, what was he talking about? I just happen to look like Miss Zixuan, but I am not her.
"Buddha, you misunderstood. I just look similar to Miss Zixuan, but I am not her?"
The Buddha held up a lotus petal and chuckled, "Are you willing to turn into a tree for the one you love and stay by his side?"
Murong Ling recalled the startling glance at the prince's wedding, and he suddenly looked at the Buddha with tenderness and tenderness.
"I do."
"Zixuan, you have been reincarnated for thousands of lives, but you still look like a lover. It seems that only by letting you know the pain of love, can you truly understand that the word love is the most poisonous medicine in the world, but you know it clearly.
Even if it is poison, you should drink it with a smile."
"Buddha, I am not Zixuan."
Before she finished speaking, Zixuan was thrown away by Buddha. She opened her eyes and looked at the lake in front of her. The dream just now was so real. It was so real that I really mistakenly thought I saw Buddha. But why is it so strange?
, I used to feel pain in my heart when I saw Buddha, but this time, in the dream, there was no pain at all.
"Murong Li, what did you see?"
Jiyue Zimo walked up to Murong Ling coldly. She just heard her saying, I am not Zixuan. Could it be that she saw what happened to Zixuan?
"Princess, please, let me go into my dream again." I haven't finished my work yet, and I don't want to leave just like that.
"Zixuan, you really know that you are Zixuan."
The moment she heard Jiyue Zimo speak, Murong Liao's hand immediately dropped. She looked at Jiyue Zimo with blank eyes. What was she just saying? Did she also see that dream?
"Zixuan, Zixuan?" The word Zixuan floated between Murong Li's lips and teeth, and a strange feeling rushed into Murong Li's eyes. Those pictures gradually became clear in her memory, and she was on the verge of collapse.
He looked at himself reflected in the lake and murmured, "It turns out, it turns out I am Zixuan."
Looking at Murong Li like this, Jiyue Zimo thought, oh, no, it's Zixuan. Her heart suddenly thumped, and something broke in response. She understood that she had done something so wrong.
I remember Zhonglou said that Zixuan loved Jun Fanyin, so how could she still fall in love with Zhonglou?
"I, the person I met that day was Jun Fanyin."
Zixuan's words completely made Jiyue Zimo despair. She looked at Zixuan intently. What should she do now?
Damn Chonglou, tell me, what should I do now?
"Didn't you say it was Chonglou?" Jiyue Zimo tried to draw Zixuan's attention back to Demon Lord Chonglou, but found that Zixuan's eyes were a little firmer.
Zixuan looked at the lake and still remembered that during the reincarnation, the Buddha personally promised to grant her a marriage after thousands of reincarnations.
"It's Brother Fanyin, not Chonglou." Zixuan recalled with surprise that during that meeting in the palace, Brother Fanyin's expression was so strange. He probably never thought that I would regain my memory.
