Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

"I..." Jian Junxi was like a helpless child, rubbing his hands clenched tightly on the hem of his clothes, but he mustered up his courage and said, "I hope he can live..."

Hong Yuan's hand pushing the Buddhist beads paused for a moment, and he closed his eyes complicatedly...

"Master..." Jian Junxi called out uneasily.

Hong Yuan sat high in the western sky, and the light of the Buddha behind him was a bit dazzling, making people afraid to look directly at it.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, he said quietly: "You have a destiny with the Buddha, and he has a destiny with you. The Buddha will cross you, and you will cross him..."

"So he can only live if I live? He can't live if I die?" Jian Junxi guessed to himself.

Hong Yuan was silent again...

Jian Junxi's slender eyelashes trembled like broken wings, and his body suddenly went limp. Remembering the conversation with Chilong, he moved his lips and said, "He... didn't just appear in this life... did he?"

Hong Yuan still has no intention of opening his mouth...

The corners of Jian Junxi's lips curled up with bitterness, knowing that it would be useless to ask again.

Thinking of Chilong's hesitancy to speak again, he couldn't help worrying about it, and said in a deep voice: "The Chilong... what mistake did it make?"

Hong Yuan slowly opened his eyes, his eyes implied exploration, and said lightly: "The flying dragon must first pass through the sky or jump into the abyss, and go down to the earth to survive the calamity. Is it a breakthrough or a punishment? Is it to become a Buddha? Or become a demon? In the end, we have to see it self-awareness..."

"If it... can't realize it, it won't make it through?" Jian Junxi faintly felt that Chilong's success or failure seemed to be related to her.

Hong Yuan clasped his hands together, and said quietly: "My Buddha is merciful, his grace is equal to the sky, and sorrow and joy can be overcome by himself, but it is difficult for others to understand. Only with the Dharma in mind can we help the world and save people. Amitabha..."

Jian Junxi's dark gaze was still somewhat empty, half understanding...

Hong Yuan looked at her with deep meaning, moved his lips and said: "Wu Xin, gathering is fate, separation is also fate, there is a definite number for the origin and extinction of fate, everything is the best arrangement.

Whether it is a good fruit or a bad fruit?We all need to maintain bodhicitta, not to be stained with dust, let nature take its course, but do good deeds, be virtuous and carry things, you are an auspicious person, you have your own appearance, you are a good person, you have your own help, understand? "

"God will help you if you get the right way, but you will not be helped if you lose the way..." Jian Junxi's face froze, as if drinking a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine, bursts of bitterness poured into his mouth, he raised his head, and said weakly: "I have lost my way a long time ago... Isn't it?"

"Wu Xin, listen to Master's persuasion, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha immediately. One thought of piousness, everything is at ease. My Buddha is merciful and has his own arrangements. Amitabha..."

Hong Yuan clasped his hands together, and his slow words seemed to reveal a bit of helplessness. The disciple who had no desires and desires, and only wanted to cultivate a righteous fruit in front of the Buddha, was finally devastated to the point where he could not find his true heart...

"What exactly is letting go? How can I let go? What if I can't let go?" Jian Junxi asked three times in a row, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Hong Yuan's hand pushing the Buddha beads paused, took a deep breath and said, "When you face the past love and hate again, you can be as calm as water, and even smile calmly.
Even if someone retells your past fortunes and misfortunes in front of you, you can still be calm, as if you are listening to other people's stories.

At that moment, it is the real letting go.As for how to let go?Ask your original heart, whether you are willing to live again for all the sufferings you have borne? "

Jian Junxi's hands clenched into fists trembled imperceptibly, she realized that, like waking up from a dream, she slowly opened her eyes, not wanting to do it all over again, a layer of tears suddenly appeared in her eyes, she kept shaking her head... …