Everyone knows that Master Xuantan is the Buddha Lotus that fell from the ninth heaven.
She is dressed in plain clothes, with picturesque features and a compassionate smile on her lips.
He holds a rosary in his hand, and when he chants sutras, his lowered eyelashes are like butterflies gathering all the worldly things. Even his eyes seem to be dipped in the incense in front of the Buddha. He is so gentle that he can overcome all the hardships in the world.
But Zhou Yunyun knew what kind of crazy bones were hidden under that snow-colored cassock.
He once touched her lips with his blood-stained fingertips and kissed her to pieces under the green lamp in front of the Buddha; he once pinched her waist and laughed, saying that her tears were more beautiful than Sanskrit sounds.
The Buddha whom the world worshiped had carved the most blasphemous mark on her body - the mottled blood was soaked with his paranoid desires and sins.
"Yunniang, listen..."
He grabbed her wrist and pressed it on the futon. The beads hurt her.
"Does the sound of your heartbeat sound like I'm chanting sutras for you?"
——When crazy criticism of Buddhist disciples touches the minds of ordinary people, even the gods become accomplices.
Purpose: Love the enemy despite all odds