Monk: "Convert yes"

Miss Xiu: "Say, convert to Miss Xiu."

Looking at the expectant look of Miss Xiu, both Ananda and the little monk were silent.

The kindness of nature makes them unable to say anything they refuse, but in the end, how can they tolerate other things if they understand the Dharma in a wonderful way?

Miss Xiu's anxious voice still echoed in her ears, and Ananda's thoughts returned to Qingming. He closed his eyes tightly, his whole body trembled, and felt that the little monk and he were closely connected.

He seemed to hear the little monk calling in the deepest part of his heart, calling him to accept this love that transcends time and space, join hands and never give up.

Time flows quietly, and a kind of sadness comes indescribable.

Only the silence is left with the ancient Buddha's green lamp, and the light yellow twilight outside.

A clear picture emerged from Ananda's heart. The little monk was still kneeling under the Buddha statue and said softly: "Miss Converted to Yixiu"

Ananda still didn't speak, and still said nothing.

Miss Xiu looked disappointed and took the monk to the stone bridge.

She said to Ananda calmly: "Would we make a bet? If you win, I will go down the mountain and will never bother you again. If you lose, go down the mountain with me."

The monk said, "What are you betting on?"

Miss Xiu said, "You and I each took seven steps forward. After seven steps, if my hand can still grab your hand, you will win."

The monk said, "Okay."

Miss Xiu counted: "One, two, three," she counted seven times, but she didn't move a single step.

The monk took seven steps.

Miss Xiu's hand did not touch the monk's hand. She turned around, but the monk did not look back.

Ananda saw Miss Xiu again, this time at the Demon Cult Headquarters.

He quickly realized his situation. Miss Xiu was the leader of the Demon Sect and sent his disciples to commit evil everywhere. As the most outstanding successor of Wuliang Temple, he was also the only talented person who had mastered Wuliang Golden Body.

Alone and without any effort, he entered the Demon Cult's headquarters.

He came to persuade Miss Xiu to put down the butcher knife.

Miss Xiu sighed leisurely, staring at the monk for a moment and said, "You always say that Buddha is so good, why can't Buddha give me a little bit of space in your heart?

The monk was speechless.

Miss Xiu said coldly: "Today you either kill me, or I will kill all the people in the world."

The monk sighed quietly and said, "Didn't you have a choice?"

Miss Xiu is speechless, and silence is the default.

The monk's knife was sheathed.

Miss Xiu smiled miserably.

The knife did not hit the Xiu girl, but it split the monk's immortal golden body.

The monk fell in a pool of blood.

Ananda looked at another picture, which was a long time ago:

He said to the Buddha: I fell in love with a woman.

The Buddha asked him: How much do you like this woman?

He said: I would like to transform into a stone bridge and be blown by the five hundred years of wind, sunlight, and rain for five hundred years, just want her to pass through the bridge.

How much will you like

But when you fall in love at first sight, you will fall in love for a lifetime?

But wait without asking for the reward?

Ananda, one day when the woman passes the bridge, it will only pass by. At this moment, you have transformed into a stone bridge and are destined to be with the wind and rain.

You understand all this, and you are still willing to suffer the pain of creation just for that encounter.

Ananda, how much do you like the woman passing by the bridge, so that you can sacrifice yourself and be willing to suffer the pain of love?
Chapter completed!