"Little donor?"

He shouted, without a response for a long time, and there was no sound of water. Xuan Ji suddenly opened his eyes and looked back. He saw a quietness on the shimmering lake surface. Where was Qinghuan's figure? He was shocked, ran over a few steps, looked around, and before he could save people, the water surface was suddenly broken, and a very thin silk thread that shone brightly under the moonlight came, circling his wrist and pulling him to the bottom of the lake.

Xuan Ji's internal strength was sealed, and only ordinary people could do nothing to hold on. He immediately rushed down, stirring up a big wave, and then he sank to the bottom of the lake at a rapid speed.

He saw Qinghuan.

She had her white jade-like arms and legs exposed, and was wearing only a simple underwear. Her black hair was floating in the water. The moonlight seemed to be able to shine from the lake to the bottom of the lake. It was so clear that Xuanji's heart suddenly beat.

She grabbed his hand, and Xuan Ji seemed to have forgotten the defense between men and women. He didn't know how he opened his eyes and breathed in the water. He only knew that the moment he was held by her, his heart like an ancient well opened as if it was boiled. Qinghuan pointed forward and signaled him to see.

Xuan Ji looked at her fingers. There were flocks of fish and colorful water plants. The moonlight seemed to turn into elves and blended with the crystal clear lake water. This was a beautiful world, every grass and stone, and every drop of water was a world of greatness. Xuan Ji had never been to the bottom of the water before, and he didn't know that underwater could be so beautiful. Such peaceful and peaceful but full of vitality made him extremely shocked.

Qinghuan knew that Xuan Ji’s Buddha nature and Buddha heart were the only way to give him enough conditions, he would naturally be able to realize the truth and improve his realm.

She turned over in the water, as clever as a mermaid, staring at it mysteriously. The animals never consider other things. They live for survival, live openly, die openly, and pursue everything openly. And in this area of ​​water, she seems to be living with heaven and earth.

I don’t know how long I stayed at the bottom of the lake, but when Xuan Ji was pushed out of the lake, his clothes were wet against him, but his handsome face looked so distant and solemn under the moonlight, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

Qinghuan emerged from the water, her long hair swayed beautiful curves and pearl-like water droplets. She looked at the monk's expression. The monk who did not enter the world and could not understand love. His heart was like an ancient well and was turbulent. He just sat cross-legged on the shore, folded his hands together, and sang the Buddha's name, Amitabha.

Qinghuan grabbed her clothes and put them on her. There was still a string of crisp bells tied to her feet. As she walked along, the sound was pleasant. She walked to the monk with barefoot barefoot, bent down, and shouted: "Monk."

Xuan Ji's eyes closed slightly, very strange. Even though he was wearing rags and linen clothes, even though he was in a mess, his eyebrows were still full of compassion. Qinghuan looked at him for a while and felt boring, so he turned around and walked towards the bamboo building. But at this moment, Xuan Ji said softly behind him: "I like you."

It’s not my monk, not my little donor, but me and you.

Qinghuan originally wanted him not to be so nervous, so he pulled him into the water, but he didn't want him to realize the truth...but he realized the way of men and women?

Under the bright moonlight, the little girl did not look back, and Xuan Ji did not care whether she turned back or whether she responded to this feeling. He only wanted to be ashamed of the heart and ashamed of the Buddha. "If I heard this, my heart was like Bodhi, then I could get the dust. I had realized the truth and had a clear conscience."

"Even if you like me? A witch?" Qing Huan turned around and looked at him with his head tilted. The monk looked particularly sacred and solemn under the moonlight, and even his confession seemed to be meditating.

"Before my master passed away, he said that I had experienced the world and experienced the sufferings in the world, so that I could save all sentient beings and achieve the right result. However, I always resist the love between men and women. Whether it is Haitang or Bai Yue, I have no love and worry about them, no worries or fears. I thought this was my life, but I didn't expect you to be my way."

This person... Qinghuan seemed to have seen the Buddha's light on the other party. He was so honest, so idealistic, so pious, and born with a monk. "What if I don't like you?"

"I have no regrets." Since he has entered the love barrier, it is his business. If there is no love in his heart, how can he love someone? Xuan Ji cannot fully explain what he has gained under the water, but at the moment he surfaced, he really understood that he should face his heart and face and accept it calmly.

To be honest, Qinghuan has lived to this day, even if it is not counted as the time that cannot be measured by numbers at the bottom of the Wangchuan River, she is still very old. There are countless men who love her. She has experienced countless loves, and she has also dedicated her loyalty in every world. She has seen all kinds of confessions. This is the first time that Xuan Ji is like this.

He likes you, it doesn’t matter whether you like him or not. He doesn’t ask for anything in return. He seeks the Tao all his life, and you are his Tao.

Most monks find that they are moved, either refuse to admit it or suppress it hard, but Xuan Ji tells him honestly, regardless of whether the other party accepts it or not, he will remain calm. Perhaps this is why his Buddha nature is higher than everyone else.

Qinghuan suddenly felt teasing. Have you seen someone confessing to you that she likes you, but she looked calm and seemed to be talking about the weather today? She threw away the clothes in her hand, and still only wore the underwear, with her long hair disguised and approached Xuan Ji.

I think Xuan Ji has encountered many seductions, at least the female ghost Haitang has done it. However, in front of Xuan Ji, a beautiful woman who has taken off all over is not much different from a small grass or a stone at her hand. Everything is spiritual. He does not only value human beings, nor does he underestimate all things in this world. He is free and high mountain, and he remains unmoved.

She squatted beside her like a child, touching his naked head, and the scar on his head was quite uneven. Qinghuan pointed at her fingers gently and asked, "If I like you too, would you want to return to secular life for me? Marry me as your wife and stay together for the rest of your life? Then aren't you a monk? Are you not saving all living beings?"

"I still want to save all living beings, but I like you too." Xuan Ji said these words and stopped talking again. He closed his eyes and meditated. His clothes were wet, so he didn't feel burdened.

She was plain and firm, Qinghuan couldn't tell what it felt like in her heart. She stood up and walked towards the bamboo building. She had long lost love for human beings. She loved everything in this world, but she could not fall in love with anyone again. She had experienced so many worlds, and had accompanied so many people for a lifetime, but she never fell in love with any of them again.

Love, she can no longer find it.

But Xuan Ji and Qinghuan turned around and took a look. Under the moonlight, the tall and gentle monk clasped his hands together and recited the scriptures devoutly.

Whether it is Buddha or Tao, Qinghuan does not believe in it. She only believes in herself. She doesn’t even take the way of heaven seriously. She is not the Mahayana and Hinayana in the three thousand worlds, immortals, Buddhas, devils, demons, and corpses. She seems to be alive but not dead, she is not a god or a monster, the way of heaven cannot control her, and she jumps out of the six realms. She is the most unique one in the world, and in a corner that the way of heaven has never noticed, she has become the kind of Qinghuan today.

It is neither old nor dead, neither born nor destroyed, and its magic power is in heaven.

But what else is she missing?

Why can she love every flower and grass in this world but refuse to love humans? Why is counting time gone by and she still has no good feelings for people? She has clearly seen gentle and kind people, but why is she still full of disappointment in her heart?

This time, Qinghuan knew that it was not a demon in his heart, but a confusion.

It was Xuanji that made her confused.

When she came out from the bottom of the Forgetful River, the heaven and earth confronted each other. She could endure hardships and bear sins, and was persevering. Just as Xuan Ji said, she had always had a clear conscience.

Her heart has grown back and is beating, but only through the heart of a ghost can she feel the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. Once it is related to "people", she erects a high wall. She looks down at these people from a high place, why?

She has also received love wholeheartedly.

That night, Qinghuan was not asleep, Xuanji did not sleep. The next morning, Qinghuan stayed in bed and refused to move. She thought about it all night, but she never expected that she could not see through it even when she had reached this state. When she thought that this was the fault of the fool, she was unhappy. She rolled over and got up, stepped on the crisp sound of the bell with barefoots to find Xuanji. He couldn't think of it even if she was uncomfortable.

She doesn't think about it anymore. She thinks about it like before, and thinks about it as she did before. She lives now and finds some fun for herself. One day she will understand it.

One day she will understand, she will understand.

Xuan Ji had already prepared breakfast. When he saw her coming, he had a faint smile on his lips: "Good morning."

"What's the early one? It's still early." Qinghuan muttered. The man's gaze was very gentle and peaceful. She relaxed her heart and felt it, and her ears were actually hot. Ah... This kind of heart-warming feeling was felt by other people's hearts.

Xuan Ji heard her muttering and felt that she was very childish and smiled slightly. Qinghuan glanced at him and smiled immediately: "You laugh at me!"

The statement is not a question. Before Xuan Ji could answer, she patted him! Then she smiled proudly: "Did you see your little childhood plum that day in the martial arts conference?"

Xuan Ji took a long time to realize who Xiao Qingmei was: "Are you talking about Master Bai Yue?"

"Now I know you're called Master Tai?" Qing Huan hummed. "Didn't you see that she has become fat?"

...He really didn't pay attention.

"I put a Gu on them. This Gu is not harmful to the body, it will make people feel appetite open, especially if they want to eat meat." Qinghuan deliberately shook his finger in front of Xuan Ji. "I see that old Niang Cixin is much older than you and has become a monk for so many years, but she can't help it. I want to see that you can't bear it."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Ji understood and calmly sat down: "Didn't you say you wanted me to be your test subject before? I think I'll try the Gu with me? Just be happy."
Chapter completed!