Hongyu raised his head and took a look at Hongbujie, and said softly: "Senior brother, except Master and you, I have no one close to me in the Buddhist country. You blatantly practice Huanxi Zen, and you always do things your own way, which is disliked by everyone. They
I have a lot of slander against you. But I don’t dare to accuse you face to face, so I often nag in my ear.”
Hong Bujie laughed and said, "I do my job, so why should I care about them? As long as they don't tell me in front of me, just let them say it."
Hongyu said: "Senior Brother, please listen to my advice and don't practice the Joyful Zen again in the future."
Hong Bujie said: "I have fallen in love with you since the first time I saw you. But you are as pure as a lotus and devoted to the Buddha. You are the most holy woman in the Buddhist country. I can only hide my love for you in my heart."
.Every time I practice joyful meditation with other women, all I think about is your face!"
"The more I taint myself, the more rational I will be in liking you, and the more I will know that I am not worthy of you."
He laughed "hehe" twice, raised his eyes to look at the main vine pole, and suddenly felt Hongyu let go of his foot.
Hongyu let go of his hand, and he wanted to break away from the vines and fall down to reduce the burden on the vines. But when he looked down, Hongyu was nowhere to be seen, and he could only see a faint hint of snow-white in the thick fog.
Hongyu's voice came: "Brother, live a good life and don't let down Master's expectations."
Hong Bujie was shocked. He took off the vines wrapped around his feet and was about to jump off, but he stopped just as he untied the vines.
Even if he went down at this time, he would not be able to save Hongyu, and at most he would just add another corpse. He raised his head toward the cliff in despair and let out a painful wail.
He was willing to die for Hong Yu, but now that Hong Yu was dead, his determination to die was no longer as determined as before.
He looked at the top of the cliff with hatred, gritted his teeth and said: "When I get out, I will cut your body into thousands of pieces, and you will never be reincarnated."
He suddenly remembered why the Barefoot Immortal King hadn't come to capture him and Hongyu yet? Logically speaking, the Barefoot Immortal King could capture Hongyu to the top of the mountain with just one thought. After such a long time, he looked at Hongyu.
Jade falls to the cliff and doesn't take action. Could it be that the master has arrived?
Hongyu fell sharply, getting faster and faster, and there was only the whistling of the wind in her ears. Her mind went blank, but suddenly a face flashed across her mind. She remembered that the ancestors who passed away said that when a person is about to die, he should recite
The person you are looking at is the most important person in your life.
At this moment, what flashed before her eyes was not Master Maitreya Buddha, nor Hong Bujie who had just sacrificed his life to save her, but the "big thief" who had taken advantage of her and didn't even leave his name.
The fog became thicker and thicker, and the moss at the bottom of the valley was already faintly visible. Hongyu simply closed his eyes, preparing to be the first immortal king in the immortal world to fall to death.
Suddenly a pair of warm arms caught her, and then a piece of men's clothing was draped over her body.
After a while, Hongyu woke up faintly and found that she was being held in someone's arms. She jumped up.
The clothes on his body fell to the ground.
She was shocked and said: "You big thief, why are you here? It turns out that I can only see you if I die."
"I'm a thief? Are you really sure you're dead?"
Yang Jiong was a little confused. Just when he looked over, he found that the picture was too beautiful. He didn't dare to look directly and turned back.
Hongyu approached Yang Jiong, reached out to touch his face, and murmured to himself: "I didn't expect that my soul could still feel the warmth on your face. It turns out that death is not painful, and it is not as terrible as the legend says.
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Yang Jiong turned his head and glanced, closed his eyes reluctantly, and struggled to say: "Little Master Tai, you'd better put on your clothes first, okay?"
Hong Yu said: "This is my soul, you can't see it. Oh! Where is my body?"
She looked to the left and right, and there was not even a blade of grass except for a thick layer of moss on the ground and the big thief standing in front of her.
Hongyu seemed to understand something and said in a trembling voice: "Did you just see me?"
Yang Jiong said helplessly: "It's hard not to see it!"
Hongyu squatted on the ground, bent over and hugged his knees, turned his back to Yang Jiong and cried: "You bully me, you know how to bully me."
Her jade-white body is beautiful, and her curves when squatting are even more exaggerated and alluring.
Yang Jiong put the clothes on her, wrapped it around her body and said, "Your name is Hongyu, right? How did you meet the Barefoot Immortal King?"
"I'm looking for you! I've been looking for you for several months, but I still can't find you." Hong Yu almost blurted out.
"You're looking for me?"
"You big thief took advantage of me and didn't even leave a name. I want to find an explanation from you."
Yang Jiong was not Chu Ge, so he immediately understood Hong Yu's friendship. It turned out that this nun was in love with him. An inexplicable encounter led to a woman with deep feelings for him. When Yang Jiong was secretly proud, he felt uneasy again.
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He already had five wives in the fairy world, and together with Xiao Yu and Qingya in the divine world, he already had seven wives. Yang Jiong thought of Ruolan's warning, Xueru's teasing eyes, and the little demon's sneer.
I couldn't help but shudder a few times.
Among Yang Jiong's seven wives, Ruolan is the most beautiful, Xueru and Xiaoyao are slightly behind, Xuelin, Qingyuan, and Qingya are in the third level. Xiao Yu, the worst, although not as good as the previous women, is also the most beautiful.
One of a kind choice.
Hongyu's beauty is comparable to that of Xuelin and Qingyuan, and she is also a beautiful woman. Moreover, she has a kind heart and a gentle personality. If Yang Jiong doesn't like her, it would definitely be a lie.
But how dare he like her? How should he explain it to his wives? Is it really like what Xueru joked about, that every time he goes out, he brings back a woman.
Yang Jiong was silent for a while, and Hong Yu looked up at him, only to see his frowning face, with his eyebrows furrowed into the character "Chuan".
She stood up, caressed Yang Jiong's face lovingly and said, "What's the matter that makes you unhappy? If I bore you, then I won't bother you anymore."
Yang Jiong still didn't speak, and Hong Yu's face gradually darkened. She squatted on the ground with her hands and knees, tears falling from the corners of her eyes.
"I have never missed someone so much, but I can't forget you no matter what. I just want to find you, look at you, and talk to you. If I really make you hate me, then I won't come back to you in the future.
You are."
Yang Jiong sighed and made up his mind. He stretched out his hand, took Hongyu into his arms, and whispered in her ear: "Why should I hate you? The question is, are you willing to return to secular life?"
Hongyu shook his head and said: "I am not a secular person. My master is Maitreya Buddha."
Yang Jiong was a little surprised and confirmed: "Are you a disciple of Maitreya Buddha?"
"Yes, so I can't return to secular life. But since I met you, I can't help but miss you and like you. What do you think I should do?"
Yang Jiong touched her bald head lovingly and said: "Are you willing to give me time? When I am strong enough to make your master speechless, I will come to marry you. Are you willing to wait for me?
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In fact, what Yang Jiong thinks in his heart is that he is simply powerful enough. He has to go back and do some ideological work for his wives, trying to calm their anger. Maybe only if he is strong enough, the wives will ignore all this.
Hongyu nodded in surprise. For a moment, he was so happy that he didn't know what to say. He could only stare at Yang Jiong with a pair of big watery eyes.
The surroundings were quiet and the atmosphere was wonderful. Hong Yu was held in the arms of the man she loved for the first time, and her body gradually began to react.
Her red lips were slightly opened, her breathing gradually quickened, and she suddenly stretched out her small cherry mouth and kissed Yang Jiong's face randomly.
Hongyu put his arms around Yang Jiong's neck and pressed her body tightly against him, expecting Yang Jiong to take further steps.
Yang Jiong swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, kissed Hong Yu's forehead and said, "Baby, we can't be husband and wife now. Once your virginity is lost, it will definitely show its signs, which will let Maitreya know the clues."
Hong Yu was confused and asked: "What is virgin Yuanyin? What does my liking for you have to do with virgin Yuanyin?"
She lives in a limited circle and doesn't even know the most basic common sense about men and women. She is like a pure white paper.
Yang Jiong felt angry for a while, patted her butt lightly and said: "Don't ask so many questions, just follow my arrangements."
He casually wiped away a trace of nosebleed and sighed secretly: "It's so difficult to restrain yourself!"
If it weren't for the looks in Ruolan and Xueru's eyes, the warning still ringing in his ears, he would have eaten Hongyu regardless of the situation and taught her what virgin Yuanyin is.