Flirting with the Buddha

Synopsis:

That year, on the vast open terrace, clouds and mist swirled like smoke-veiled gauze. A monk's robe, white as snow, disappeared into the curling clouds, so pure and clear it made one's heart ache, flutter, and surrender.

He asked him, "Why is love a calamity? This poor monk has thought it over and over, yet cannot quite understand."

He was silent for a long while, then gave a quiet laugh and shook his head. "I don't know."

Chanqing said, "I once thought that love was inseparable from wanting what one could not have. Love gives rise to a fear of loss, and to the urge to possess. How many foolish men and women have fallen into the Avici Hell, twisted and tormented by love? Thinking of myself, this poor monk cannot have Your Highness, and that does grieve me. But it pains me far more to see Your Highness in distress. Your Highness hid your love and would not walk the same path as me. At first, I was hurt. But later, when I heard that Your Highness was happy every day, I too felt very happy. Whether I can have you or not, I only wish Your Highness lasting peace and safety. Knowing that the young prince is safe and happy is enough for me. If that is so, how can it be called a calamity?"

He declared firmly, "This poor monk was wrong. It is not love that sends people to the Avici Hell, but desire. Love may give rise to desire, but it is not desire."

At that time, Hua Jin stood behind him, his mind in a daze as he listened to those heartfelt words. A sudden thought came to him: How could he have selfishly drawn such a pure, clear monk, such a radiant Buddha, into love, only to leave him behind?

How could he bear to?

He couldn't.

So, in the end, Hua Jin answered, "A love calamity, a love calamity. Perhaps it means falling in love with each other again and again. Nothing more than you and me."

Through lifetime after lifetime, one life after another. In this life, it begins with a cool, aloof, handsome abbot from the cultivation world as the gong, and a demon lord as the shou, who appears under an alias, has no shame, and is a clingy sweetheart who only acts spoiled with one person. In their past life, there was a breathtakingly beautiful, pure, and serene Buddha, and a pampered young prince who fell in love at first sight.

I've shamelessly tagged this as a sweet romance. I don't care, I think their relationship is incredibly sweet!

Theme: Love may give rise to desire, but it is not desire.