Since the woman in red left home half a year ago, she has come all the way to the border outside the Buddhist Kingdom in the West.
She was opposite the ancient Bodhi tree and had been waiting for the ancient Bodhi tree for who knows how long.
Day and night.
She doesn't know...
How long do you have to wait?
Only then can we wait for the young man who was suppressed under the Great Leiyin Temple.
If Qin Xuance hadn't said that her protector was not dead, she didn't know whether her hope would have been completely extinguished.
Time passes quickly.
It's as if spring is passing and autumn is coming...
Every time the sun rises, it gives her infinite hope. It seems that as long as she opens her eyes, she can see a young man in white walking through the ancient Bodhi Road, passing over the abyss, and appearing in front of him, looking at him with a smile on his face.
she!
But every time she was disappointed.
Once night falls.
What follows is a trace of despair that penetrates into the soul!
...She doesn’t know!
I don’t know how that young man walked out of the ancient Leiyin Temple.
She didn't know how to rescue the young man.
After all...even Li Taixuan failed!
After all...even if the whole clan of Xingtian Temple were to be used, it would be impossible to compete with Xitian Buddha Kingdom.
She could only wait.
The boring and endless waiting.
…
But today, when a ray of dawn shines on her body.
She felt a strange aura.
She quickly stood up and looked across the abyss!
There……
A young monk dressed in white slowly appeared.
He has a handsome face.
There was a look of compassion on his face.
Between the eyebrows, there is a sparkle!’
Although it's not as tough as before, it's a bit more bearable.
The only regret...is that I have no hair!
The woman froze on the spot, looking at the young man under the bodhi tree, all the expressions on her face were frozen. All the emotions in her heart collapsed like the sea at this moment.
Like sea water gushing out, all her emotions turned into two lines of clear tears, flowing out like a dam.
She no longer knew how she felt.
Is it resentment?
angry?
Happy?
Still angry?
…
The woman stood there like a clay and wood sculpture, her tear-soaked eyes staring straight at the young monk in white on the other side, until the young monk turned his head and looked this way.
…
Looking at the woman on the other side, Lingxu jumped back a few steps.
He had long heard from his master that the reincarnation body of the red-clothed demon girl had already appeared, just outside the borders of the Western Heaven Buddha Kingdom. But he didn't expect... that it would actually come so quickly.
It’s a border, but it’s really a border!
Just on the other side!
Looking at the woman in red on the other side who seemed to be immobilized, Lingxu felt inexplicably panicked for some reason.
"Amitabha!"
"Amitabha!"
"Amitabha!"
…
Lingxu felt that his Buddhist heart was not firm enough, so he kept chanting about Amitabha to prevent himself from being deceived by the witch in red.
He said this in the Garan Pagoda.
This time, he will definitely not fall into the trap of the enchantress in red.
He wanted to transform the witch in red before she spoke.
"Amitabha, it was enough to pester the young monk in the past life... but in this life, he wants to break the Buddhist relationship with the young monk! This female donor has sinned very much. The poor monk must let her enter reincarnation in order to get rid of the pain of infatuation!"
After saying that, the young monk Lingxu turned his head and looked at the ancient Bodhi tree.
He circled the ancient Bodhi tree three times.
Then he bent over and pulled out the ancient Bodhi tree.
However, even with all his Buddhist Dharma, he did not shake the ancient Bodhi tree in the slightest. Moreover, the voice of the Buddha and God left in the ancient Bodhi tree appeared in his mind, "Be bold!"
Lingxu quickly stopped and clasped his hands together to show his shame.
Then, he shook his head and sighed again. He knew that if he took away the ancient Bodhi tree this time, there would be no possibility of him being able to achieve enlightenment under the tree all the time.
"It seems that you are no longer destined to be a monk!"
The young monk Lingxu bowed slightly, and then no longer focused on the ancient Bodhi tree, but turned to look at the abyss, and the stunningly beautiful woman opposite Shen Shen, dressed in red and holding a three-foot green sword.
"Amitabha!"
The young monk in white clothes chanted Amitabha Buddha and paced.
In an instant, Lingxu's long sleeves fluttered, and he flew across the abyss regarded as the supreme forbidden land by outsiders like flying geese and flowing clouds, and appeared on the opposite side.
"Amitabha!"
When the spirit fell, there was another shout of Amitabha.
Full of majesty and compassion.
Along with it, the palm of the young monk Lingxu... went straight towards the head of the woman in red.
He said in the Jialan Pagoda that he must save a woman before she opens her mouth, and not let her speak. Otherwise, sweet words will be like a flood of beasts, dragging him into the abyss of endless sin.
Watching the young monk Lingxu flying across the abyss, the woman's eyes also moved accordingly.
Never leave Lingxu for a moment.
And when Lingxu's jade-white palm fell, the woman in red did not dodge, staring straight at Lingxu with eyes with stars at the bottom.
…
final.
The falling palm still stopped.
It stopped in front of the forehead of the woman in red.
When he saw the tears on the woman's face and her clear eyes, he knew he couldn't do it!
It’s not that you don’t practice enough!
But Master has said that we must respond with compassion to all evil in the world. Killing indiscriminately will only tarnish Buddhism.
Hmm...it must be like this.
Lingxu nodded affirmatively, and for some reason, he felt a little guilty.
However, before he could calm down and think about how to persuade this witch, he felt something was wrong.
His chest felt a little tight.
Out of breath.
He was horrified to find that... he was hugged by the woman in red.
The young monk Lingxu was so frightened that he took a breath of cold air again.
"Brother Lin Huang..."
The woman almost screamed out in a hoarse voice, and she hugged Lingxu tightly. Tears fell like rain, completely uncontrollable.
Lingxu immediately froze on the spot.
He was short-circuited in an instant.
I just thought in my mind, are all the witches in this world so terrifying...
Who is Lin Huang?
"Amitabha!"
The young monk Lingxu was in a panic and didn't know what to say, so he could only recite Amitabha to relieve his confusion.
He wanted to reach out and push the woman in red away, but despite his Dharma, he couldn't push her away.
"Donor... how about you let go of the young monk first?"
Lingxu's face turned red and he didn't know what to do.
"What did you say?"
The woman in red suddenly stopped crying and asked in a raised voice.
"I say you let go of the young monk first. The young monk's name is Lingxu, not Lin Huang! The donor may have recognized the wrong person!"
The young monk with a weak spirit said.
He sincerely hoped that the woman in red had mistakenly admitted him. But...he knew that it was not wrong, because the woman in red in his memory when he disappeared was the woman in front of him.
As for why the woman in red called herself Lin Huang, maybe it was just a missing part of her memory.
Bang!
Just when Lingxu was still thinking about how to avoid this disaster, he felt that he had been hit hard.
Then he flew up on his own.
He was kicked out by the woman in red and fell heavily to the ground.
Before he could get up, he heard a clang.
That was the sound of a long sword being unsheathed.
The young monk Lingxu lowered his head, only to see the flashing sword edge already touching his neck.
When she looked up, the woman in red had wiped away the tears on her face, stared at him coldly, and said, "If you have the ability, call me donor again!"