Doi
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Continuation of the film and television drama "Living Buddha Jigong" Yanzhi and the entangled and beautiful love story of Jigong layman Li Xiuyuan.
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Official(3)Scraped 5d ago
Thank you, the writing is wonderful! I really want to see the plot development later.
Come on, come on, come on, come on^^. . 😇
Lingyin keeps looking for fate, but Du Yi meets Xiu and finally fails to meet fate.
On this day, Jigong, the reincarnation of Arhat who subdued the Dragon, met a girl on the street. The two stared at each other. Girl: Are you? Build a relationship! It's really you who cultivates the relationship. Jigong: You have mistaken the female donor. The monk's name is Daoji. Girl: Daoji? No, you are cultivating a good relationship (she held Jigong in tears as she spoke). Xiuyuan, you don't know me anymore, I'm Yanzhi. Jigong: Rouge? Monk, my name before becoming a monk was Xiu Yuan, but I don't know Rouge? Donor, you have really recognized the wrong person. Monk, I am a monk. I have already given up on the world. I don't care about the world and have cut off the world of mortals. I really don't know the girl. Rouge: Take a good look at me, you really don't recognize me. (Hands kept pulling at Jigong) Jigong: Amitabha! The monk really didn't know the girl. (Jigong saw the girl in front of him crying so sadly, and he couldn't help but feel compassion) Jigong felt compassion Jigong: Dare I ask the donor, what is the surname of Xiu Yuan in your mouth, how is his name written, and who is he to you? Why are you crying for him? The girl looked at Jigong: "His surname is Li, and his name is Xiu Yuan, which means establishing a good relationship." Jigong: If we have a good relationship, then monk and I really have the same name as him. Is he as handsome as monk and I? Definitely not! What a joke! But the same name has different meanings. I am a Buddhist, but we are not the same person. As soon as he finished speaking, Jigong looked at the girl, looking at her sad look, and he felt compassion for her. This is exactly what it is: cultivating a good relationship is not a predestined relationship, but cultivating a Buddhist relationship is a predestined relationship. We have no chance to meet each other thousands of miles away, but we have no chance to meet each other across the road. Jigong: Donor, seeing that you are so sad, the monk wants to hear your story about you and that Li Xiuyuan. Donor, I think you don't mind! The girl thought for a while and then said okay. The two walked across the street to the woods and found a pavilion with the word "Du Yi" written on it. Jigong sat down, put away the cattail leaf fan, inserted it behind his neck, and listened carefully. The girl gathered her emotions and sat down, ready to tell Jigong an unforgettable past event. The two sat opposite each other under the pavilion. Jigong was always willing to help others and showed his eagerness to do so. The girl seemed to have something to hide. Jigong noticed it, comforted her, and encouraged her to speak out, which would make her feel better. Jigong: Amitabha! I am the Buddha who is compassionate. Donor, if you have any sad things, speak out boldly. The monk will be the one to whom you can confide. Since it is fate that he and I have the same name, then treat me as your friend, don't be so reserved, and say it happily! After Jigong encouraged her, the girl told her story.
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Official(3)Scraped 5d ago
Thank you, the writing is wonderful! I really want to see the plot development later.
Come on, come on, come on, come on^^. . 😇
Lingyin keeps looking for fate, but Du Yi meets Xiu and finally fails to meet fate.
On this day, Jigong, the reincarnation of Arhat who subdued the Dragon, met a girl on the street. The two stared at each other. Girl: Are you? Build a relationship! It's really you who cultivates the relationship. Jigong: You have mistaken the female donor. The monk's name is Daoji. Girl: Daoji? No, you are cultivating a good relationship (she held Jigong in tears as she spoke). Xiuyuan, you don't know me anymore, I'm Yanzhi. Jigong: Rouge? Monk, my name before becoming a monk was Xiu Yuan, but I don't know Rouge? Donor, you have really recognized the wrong person. Monk, I am a monk. I have already given up on the world. I don't care about the world and have cut off the world of mortals. I really don't know the girl. Rouge: Take a good look at me, you really don't recognize me. (Hands kept pulling at Jigong) Jigong: Amitabha! The monk really didn't know the girl. (Jigong saw the girl in front of him crying so sadly, and he couldn't help but feel compassion) Jigong felt compassion Jigong: Dare I ask the donor, what is the surname of Xiu Yuan in your mouth, how is his name written, and who is he to you? Why are you crying for him? The girl looked at Jigong: "His surname is Li, and his name is Xiu Yuan, which means establishing a good relationship." Jigong: If we have a good relationship, then monk and I really have the same name as him. Is he as handsome as monk and I? Definitely not! What a joke! But the same name has different meanings. I am a Buddhist, but we are not the same person. As soon as he finished speaking, Jigong looked at the girl, looking at her sad look, and he felt compassion for her. This is exactly what it is: cultivating a good relationship is not a predestined relationship, but cultivating a Buddhist relationship is a predestined relationship. We have no chance to meet each other thousands of miles away, but we have no chance to meet each other across the road. Jigong: Donor, seeing that you are so sad, the monk wants to hear your story about you and that Li Xiuyuan. Donor, I think you don't mind! The girl thought for a while and then said okay. The two walked across the street to the woods and found a pavilion with the word "Du Yi" written on it. Jigong sat down, put away the cattail leaf fan, inserted it behind his neck, and listened carefully. The girl gathered her emotions and sat down, ready to tell Jigong an unforgettable past event. The two sat opposite each other under the pavilion. Jigong was always willing to help others and showed his eagerness to do so. The girl seemed to have something to hide. Jigong noticed it, comforted her, and encouraged her to speak out, which would make her feel better. Jigong: Amitabha! I am the Buddha who is compassionate. Donor, if you have any sad things, speak out boldly. The monk will be the one to whom you can confide. Since it is fate that he and I have the same name, then treat me as your friend, don't be so reserved, and say it happily! After Jigong encouraged her, the girl told her story.
