He is the Red Flame Heavenly Lord, the god who looks after the lotus pond in Xuyan Moten. His cultivation has reached a bottleneck period. After being enlightened by the Buddha, if he wants to reach a higher level, he must go down to earth for eight kalpas and experience the eight sufferings in the world. In the ninth life, there will be unexpected hardships and origins. Only then can he successfully ascend to the Tusita Heaven and possess the great compassion to save people, demons, ghosts and gods.
She came from the eighth life and met him in this life. Was it God's will or man-made? He is a god, but he still loses himself in this life, obsessed with the mirror flowers and moons she carefully compiled, forgetting his original intention and ambition when he went through the disaster.
Why live up to Tathagata and live up to Qing? When he was making a difficult decision, she just came to play an emotional drama, escaped, became a Buddha immediately, and took over his position as the supreme god in Xuyan Moten, while he was still struggling. . . .
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"Tianjun, you are wrong. I am not the Qingcheng you have longed for. She only has one soul left in this body, and I am the owner of this body. The lover you hold hands with every day is me!" Qingcheng stared at Ji San's facial expression closely, trying to find the pain on his face, so that she would be happy and have the pleasure of revenge.
"You are not Qingcheng. You are really not her. You are so vicious and cruel. You don't have her kindness and gentleness. Who are you? Where is Qingcheng?" Ji San held "Jiuxiao" in his hand.
"Hahaha! Tianjun, guess! Don't you know where she is?" Qingcheng looked at Ji San's confused eyes and laughed unscrupulously.
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"Third brother, you have now entered the Fanyin Palace. You are the Lord Zhuzhao that everyone respects. In the future, you will enter Mount Sumeru and be the Buddha who saves all living beings."
"But I know that my earthly destiny is over and my mortal heart is still there. Besides, I still have a son in Yuliang Town. How can I let go of him!"
Concept: Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, it is difficult to tell the true from the false