Bodhisattva Travels in the Spring Water (Rebirth)

The heavy snow stopped and the light fell on him. I chuckled. He really looked aloof. I was a person without faith, but his light shone on me so brightly. At that time, I thought, this is my faith. I want him to dirty his robes and only love me. … Everyone knows that Qingwu's exquisite heart with seven orifices is the incarnation of Buddha. Qingwu, the national teacher, has won the hearts of the people and the people have no doubts about him. The Prime Minister's Office accepted him as a staff member, and the people praised him. Not long after, the prime minister took advantage of Qingwu's public opinion to rebel. Overnight, the country changed hands, and the fourth princess Yu Ruo broke her back and became a prisoner. After resurrecting his life, Yu Ruo vowed to accept Qing Wu before the Prime Minister's Mansion. She wanted everyone in the prime minister's house to be executed, and they would die without a burial place. So everyone in the palace spread the word that the gentle and well-behaved fourth princess was possessed by evil spirits and became coquettish and wanton. The queen hurriedly found Qingwu, a national master, to exorcise the evil spirits for her. Yu Ruo hooked his fingertips around Qing Wu's monk's robe, suddenly pulled Qing Wu closer, and breathed out like a blue. "Master Qingwu, the Buddha said that he would immediately put down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha. So, if you look at me like this, can I become a Buddha?" Qing Wu calmly avoided the tip of her nose and recited Amitabha. Yu Ruo sneered, "Qingwu, your Buddha, he can't cross me." Yu Ruo thought that her whole life would be like this, stuck in the quagmire and having nightmares every night. Until she fell into the mud with nothing, it was Qing Wu in white who held up an umbrella for her. He said to her: "Your Highness, the Buddha cannot ferry you, so a poor monk will come to ferry you." Yu Ruo smiled and said in a frivolous tone: "Is this true?" "Monks don't lie." ——— The rumored sweet-tempered fourth princess always entwined Qingwu's rosary beads with her fingertips, deliberately soiled Qingwu's monk's robes, questioned Qingwu's Buddhist principles, broke his faith, and told him, you should love me. "Qing Wu, you should love me." "Qingwu, Qingwu..." The more he fled, the closer he got. There were no clear rules and regulations, and the four elements were all in vain. When I wandered around in the middle of the night, my monk's robe was dirty, and I dreamed of her every night. Forget it, it would be better to untie her monk's robe in the world of mortals, or to see each other every year. The Buddha couldn't help her, so a poor monk came to help her. The cover is thanks to the authorization of Mrs. Lidina of a certain book, Huang Ge~ ——— Post a pre-collection, click on the column to collect it: "Why is the Crown Prince like this?" ? ? Copywriting: Yanyu, the prince of Zhenbei, has an unknown secret. Whenever it was late at night, he would kneel in front of a humble cook in his house and hand her a whip and iron chain. "Master, please reward Yan Nu." The dignified Prince of Zhenbei knelt down and held the cook's feet in fascination, gasping humbly. Bai Yuyang looked at the Prince of Zhenbei Hou who was known as the cold-faced Shura King in front of him with a headache. That's it? King Shura in the human world? Cold-faced young master? This body was originally the cook of the Marquis. In order to get out of the situation after time travel, she had no choice but to roll up her sleeves and work harder. Isn't it just to work in another place, to work as a worker, to work as a soul, and to work anywhere is not a part-time job. But... She is just a cook! ! ! Why did this happen... If the matter is exposed, he will die in the future, but if he refuses, the crown prince will die today. Save her, save her, save her! ! ! With no other choice, Bai Yuyang could only put the chains on the kneeling prince with trembling hands. Hearing the Crown Prince's louder gasps, Bai Yuyang despaired. I thought: My life is over. Intention: The flesh-and-blood soul also wants to pick flowers and give them to the gods