"Third Miss." She called, her lips squeaking loudly, and she rubbed the sore spot dissatisfied.
Fang Qing's pale eyes turned, and the light cleared up slightly. She stared at the lotus platform, and there seemed to be an inexplicable force pulling her in her heart. In a flash, her hand pressed on the lotus platform.
She was not bounced back by the colorful halo like Chunxiang. Instead, she was blinded by the colorful halo. Slowly, the dazzling Buddha's light penetrated every part of her body. Her expression,
She became peaceful and warm, and the coldness completely dissipated from her face, leaving only a soft and gentle look.
Her feet stepped uncontrollably and slowly stepped onto the huge lotus seat surrounded by small golden Buddhas.
"Miss Third." Chunxiang looked at Fang Qing floating in the sky in horror. Through the Buddha's light, she saw that Fang Qing's body slowly became transparent and faded.
She hurriedly rushed over, trying to pull Fang Qing back. However, her body touched the colorful halo and was immediately bounced back. She was thrown to the ground heavily, and her lips were broken and bloodshot overflowed.
"Miss Third, Miss Third—" she cried and shouted wildly.
But Fang Qing, who was in the halo, seemed to be unable to hear all the sounds from the outside world. She could neither see nor hear anything. She slowly squatted down and sat on the lotus platform comfortably.
Under the lotus platform, the water flowed up and formed flowers, spraying water in a rotating manner. On the lotus platform, the petals spread out and sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain. The pink petals of the lotus were filled with a rich fragrance, which filled the entire Lingfo Hall.
The monks in the Lingfo Hall rushed to the backyard of the Lingfo Hall in surprise when they smelled the unseasonable fragrance of lotus flowers. When they saw the scene in front of them, they were all shocked and stunned.
Regardless of the pain in her body, Chunxiang begged the monks. "Please masters, please save my third young lady, please save my third young lady. Let my third young lady come down quickly. I beg you."
Her sad voice shocked the monks in the Lingfo Hall. Several monks rushed up to take Fang Qing down. However, something strange happened again. As soon as their hands touched the colorful halo, their
The body was bounced away and fell to the ground.
Chunxiang was so anxious that she didn't know what to do. She cried and knelt down on the cold stone floor. She regretted it. She regretted not stopping the third lady from moving the lotus platform. She regretted it so much.
"Female donor, don't cry. Your lady will come down when the time comes." The monks in Lingfo Hall looked at the young monk who appeared out of nowhere, and they were all stunned.
Living.
His temperament is calm and peaceful, and his eyes are as bright and clear as the sky after the rain. Although he is wearing plain clothes, one can immediately feel that he has an immortal demeanor and a strong sense of cultivation.
Not shallow.
"Master, please, please save my third young lady, please!" Chunxiang raised her head and looked at the pure and clear young monk in front of her with blurred eyes. She seemed to be caught in the vast sea.
Like a piece of driftwood, he hugged the young monk's legs tightly.
"Amitabha, good, good!" The young monk had a gentle look on his face. He put his hands together and said, "Female donor, you should get up first. This poor monk has limited power and cannot force your third lady to come down from the lotus platform. Your third lady
It is a fate to be able to sit on this lotus platform that has not been consecrated for a hundred years. Don't worry, your third lady is safe and sound. Female donor, please calm down and wait for a while. Your third lady will naturally come down from the lotus platform."
The young monk's words were soft and gentle, without any strong feeling, but they made Chunxiang feel at ease inexplicably, and also made the monks from Lingfo Hall present believe his words.
They imitated the young monks' behavior, closed their eyes, faced the lotus platform, silently turned the beads in their hands, and murmured some words.
Fang Qing was sitting on the lotus platform. Her body was completely surrounded by the Buddha's light. She felt that there was a steady flow of power pouring into her body.
She was surprised and shook her left hand in confusion.
"Fang Qing, Fang Qing, Fang Qing -" In the dim space, she seemed to hear someone calling her. She raised her eyes and saw a figure faintly outlined in the colorful halo. Gradually, the figure became clear.