[Crazy Pi Di Ji vs Qing Leng Master]
In the eighteenth year of Wanren's reign, the empress was critically ill. Before she died, she asked again with tears in her eyes. Only one voice was heard behind the gauze curtain:
"In the next life, I wish to decay into ashes and be united with Your Majesty."
But she knew that he had mastered the great secrets of Buddhism and no longer had to suffer the pain of reincarnation.
He sighed and closed his eyes.
Unexpectedly, she was reborn in the year of cardamom, and once again met the man sitting on the high platform like a god.
She bowed Yingying through the heavy beaded curtain, hooked her lips and said with a smile: "Just as Master Nianjue wished."
A dark surge flashed in my eyes. In this life, I will definitely pull you into this world of mortals and sink with me.
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"You are talented and intelligent. If you can always keep your mind and abide by the precepts, the Dharma will be great and you will achieve your wishes. Do you know that if this goes away, you will never be able to recover?"
A desolate voice came.
The young man bent over and knelt under the solemn Buddha statue, not daring to raise his eyes to look at the Buddha. After a long time, he finally said: "Disciple recognizes it."
Then, he tore off the rosary beads in his hand and left decisively.
As soon as he went out, he saw the girl turning around proudly under the soft moonlight and said delicately: "I won."
The young man didn't say anything for a long time, and the night was cold and windy. He finally took a step forward and silently embraced her in his arms.
Even if I can only emit the light of a firefly in this life, I hope it can warm you for a moment.
Small Theater
"It's rumored that Fairy Qile, with her beautiful face and all kinds of scheming intentions, is specially designed to lure gods to fall into the mortal world and cause harm to the world. How could such a filthy thing be in the mage's house?"
"The little monk doesn't know"
"Oh, really?"
The slender hand lightly brushed the collarbone of the young man who was chanting sutras with his eyes closed, and he smiled sweetly: "Master, if you open your eyes and take a look, how similar is Dan Cheng to the woman in this painting?"
The young man remained silent.
She leaned over and pressed against his neck, her soft breath wrapped around his ears, and her breath was like orchid: "But I don't want to harm the world, I just want to harm you."
Food Guide
Be careful! Be careful! Be careful!
Intention: I am your destined disaster
