Hua Xi kept looking around the river. In the heavy fog, a group of monks wearing white cassocks came from a distance.
There were hundreds of people, and it seemed that they were all young novice monks of low rank.
Hua Xi remembered that Buddha said that in the realm of bliss, one would start from a young novice monk.
Maybe he can become a Buddha.
Then, he must be among these young novice monks.
"Borderless! Borderless!"
Watching the novice novices walking past one after another, Hua Xi couldn't help but search across the entire river. With so many novice novices, where was Wujiang?
She even ran to the river and tried to swim across, but the water was already up to her chest.
Suddenly, among a group of novice monks walking forward, a person slowly turned his head and looked at Hua Xi.
That is exactly what is without borders.
"Boundless..." Hua Xi's eyes filled with tears.
"Amitabha." Wujiang clasped his hands together, and his red eyes had turned into clear black, as unstained by dust as when he first saw him.
"The poor monk has converted to Buddhism and is no longer involved in the mortal world."
"You...will regret it?" If you do, it's still too late.
However, Wujiang had a clean smile on his face.
"No regrets."
He spread his hands, and in his palm lay a snow-white lotus seed.
He threw the lotus seeds towards her, smiled faintly, turned around and disappeared into the group of young novice monks, and soon he was out of sight.
Hua Xi held the lotus seeds in her hand tightly. She came here and asked for what she wanted.
But the boundlessness was lost.
After all, was the original decision right or wrong?
Hua Xi slowly walked up from the river. The heavy fog soon dissipated, and the bright sunshine once again shone on the large golden lotuses in the river.
Very warm.
In a state of bliss, one cannot feel the cold at all.
The wet clothes on her body were dried quickly.
Hua Xi walked along the river to where he came from just now. Next to the golden light, there was a giant beast with fiery red fur, squatting there majestically.
His eyes were as wide as copper bells, and there seemed to be flames burning inside them, and on his forehead, a golden mark with a flame cloud pattern was faintly shining with golden light.
Hua Xi looked at him from afar, with a smile on her lips.
"Vulcan Beast, you are the only one who has signed a life contract with me, so you will be wherever I am."
"Follow her for life." The Vulcan Beast bowed respectfully and saluted her.
Hua Xi looked at it in a daze. The majestic and domineering Vulcan beast in front of him overlapped with a silly, round squirrel with its front teeth exposed.
She really wanted to say that she still liked that little Guizi who only knew how to "coo".
But she didn't say it.
Life is like this sometimes, just like the scenes in a movie, passing by frame by frame, letting nature take its course, with ups and downs, but also with peace and warmth.
However, life is more difficult than movies, because you can never get what you want.
"Let's go." She jumped on the back of the fire beast, led by him, and quickly ran into the ten thousand feet of light.
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Insert a song. It was when I heard this song that I was inspired to send Wujiang into Buddhism.
Sanskrit singing
Ten thousand Tibetan incense was burned, and the green smoke surrounded it like a sigh.
Turn the prayer wheel a hundred times, and the Tathagata will look at it indifferently.
I knelt in front of the Buddha and asked about the unreasonable nature of my fate.
The light snow piled up several times, and the rosary beads scattered the chaos.
Tens of thousands of Tibetan incense are burned, but the remaining smoke is like regret.
The prayer wheel was turned and turned again, and the Tathagata was indifferent.
I kneel before the Buddha and beg for forgiveness for my fate in this life.
The dust of mortals accumulates many times, and all the rosary beads are broken.
The prayer wheel rings and Sanskrit chants occur all night long.
I carve my thoughts on the snow.
When the sun and moon turn again, the snow will become a river.
Thoughts into Nirvana.
The prayer wheel rings and Sanskrit chants occur all night long.
Waiting for you to look back on the road.
I sit beside the Buddha for a long time, half leaning against the setting sun.
The green silk hair stretches far away from the mountains.
