Chapter 1101 Become a Buddha with one thought (Fanwai 3)
However, she still appeared.
Still so flamboyant and bright, the bright colors can ignite some unknown emotion in the chest almost instantly.
Burning blazingly, with the force of a prairie fire, it almost destroyed the holy and immaculate Buddha's will, devouring everything.
I began to unconsciously observe her words and deeds, began to figure out her emotions, and even began to look closely at her appearance.
She was born beautiful, like fire, extraordinarily flamboyant and agile.
Especially, when her eyes looked over, they were curved, and the emotions inside were fierce and vivid, and she never seemed to want to hide it.
So, after the first real eye contact, I knew—she liked me.
So happy, so happy that when she wanted to hug me, she still cared about my identity, and then stood upright.
She seems to have always wanted to get close to me, but she just knew my identity, so she has always been scruples.
She said that she didn't like the way the Emperor of Heaven looked at her, she didn't like the Emperor of Heaven, and she didn't want to be his woman.
I listened, I was probably crazy, and I wanted to ask in my mind—then do you want to be my woman?
I might really be crazy.
That day, I gave her a painting and calligraphy.
is the prayer scripture she wanted. I copied it long ago, but...she never came, so I couldn't give it to her.
She was very happy, as happy as a little girl who got candy.
She wanted to rush up to hug me again, but in the end, she still didn't move, and even took two steps back.
In just two steps, it is clearly within reach.
But there seems to be an invisible and wide gap between the two people, which cannot and cannot be touched.
When she left, she was still looking back.
Warm light shone on her face, she smiled, waved to him, and then gradually walked away.
The figure became farther and farther away, and also became more and more ethereal.
I don't know how to describe the feeling at that moment.
It seems that the heart is empty, empty, and there is a cold wind blowing in.
I don’t know who it was, and emptied all the things in his heart, and there was nothing left.
Only the endless love was left, and suddenly, as if stimulated, it broke through the ground and grew wildly.
Keep driving me, let me start to dream.
An unprecedented dream, in the dream, she hooked him with a smile, like a fairy, constantly hooking him to sink.
Buddhism and Taoism should cultivate the mind, but should be pure-hearted and ascetic, and should not have half-hearted thoughts.
But not only did I fail to do it, but I became more and more addicted to this dream.
Dreaming every day, in the dream, she was playing and playing with him, laughing constantly.
The taste of love between men and women in the dream is like that addictive poppy flower, the more you touch it, the harder it is to quit.
It can only force me to keep reciting the heart formula, keep suppressing it, and try my best not to lose my composure in the holy Buddhist hall.
It’s just that it’s easy for the body to quit addiction.
But psychologically, it is even more difficult.
In other words, it was worse than letting him die.
I am relieved.
Continuously chanting Buddhism and Taoism can only constantly remind me and tell me that I am not a Buddha at all.
Because, I have selfishness, emotions and desires, and uncontrollable desires.
The instability of the lotus platform actually means that I no longer want to be a Buddha.
Rather than letting myself endure endless loneliness, I would rather be a human being.
Be a mortal with flesh and blood and unfettered.
In this way, I can have what I want most.
—End of Extra Story—
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