My wife is not a demon

Time seems to go back to the end of summer.

The woman with bare snow-white feet is naughty standing in the shallow pool, like a fairy who has stolen from the mortal world, smiling sweetly with her hands behind her back, which is dazzling.

beautiful...really beautiful...

At that moment, he forgot to meditate, forgot the rosary in his hand, forgot the Buddha statue in the hall behind him, and forgot the scriptures explained by the master in the morning...

She is the only one in his eyes—it seems that he can only have her.

After she died, he wanted to draw her beauty on paper countless times, but he still failed to do so.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that her beauty... couldn't be painted.

"Shoot-"

The thin scroll was gently torn apart.

Perseverance tore the painting into pieces, with that relieved smile still on his face, and those pieces fell to the ground like dead leaves.

He walked slowly in front of Abbot Wuhui and knelt devoutly.

"Master, this disciple has let you down."

Abbot Wuhui closed his eyes, the dense wrinkles at the corners of his eyes trembled, trying hard to suppress the tears in his eyes, it seemed as if the fingers holding the prayer beads were about to break.

It was a long, long time ago, as if the child was not yet four years old.

Follow a group of beggars begging for alms.

Seeing that the child was pitiful, he brought him into the monastery and named him the word 'heart', hoping that he would have a 'kind heart' and a 'perseverance' in seeking Buddha.

If you don't have perseverance, let go of evil spirits.

He has always thought that this is a Buddha son bestowed by God, but the reality is so cruel, why is it like this.

The Elder Dharma Guardian pointed to Perseverance and wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a sigh.

"As a teacher, I ask you, do you still have a Buddha in your heart?"

Abbot Wuhui's voice was old and hoarse.

Perseverance's smile was clear, and there was no trace of impurity or wavering in his clear eyes, and his voice was small but quite firm: "Yes!"

The old monk was in a trance, looking at his disciple.

At this moment, he seemed to understand something, and murmured softly: "So... this is your Buddha."

"Yes."

Keep your head down.

Abbot Wuhui tremblingly stretched out his rough and thin hand, and gently placed it on top of Hengxin's head, a tear fell from the corner of his eye:

"Go, boy."

"Thank you Master."

With tears in his eyes, the young monk knelt respectfully and saluted.

He got up and walked out the door.

"Want to go?"

Xuanwu Envoy's eyes were gloomy, and he rushed out of the chair like a spring, and grabbed Heng Xin, "You haven't told me where the snake demon is yet!"

However, when he was less than two meters away from Perseverance, he suddenly saw lotus flowers growing under the opponent's feet——

To be precise, it is the flame of a lotus flower, white but holy.

"Holy Lotus Fire!"

Xuanwu shrank his pupils, and hurriedly spun around in the air and stopped abruptly.

Yun Zhiyue, who was standing beside Chen Mu, was shocked.

Seeing Chen Mu's confused face, she explained in a low voice: "This is the Nirvana of Karma Fire. Simply put, he wants to set himself on fire to wash away his sins. Once others touch it, they will also suffer from Karma Fire, and the pain is too painful to live."

"So, he's going to kill himself."

Chen Mu was in a complicated mood.

"Monk, you hurt me!!" At this moment, a shrill voice sounded.

I saw the shadow of a white snake jumping out from above Heng Xin's head, flying out of the hall with a shrill roar, and fled in a panic.

Snake!

Xuanwu envoy and others were shocked, and chased them out one after another.

But Chen Mu still stayed where he was.

"Just like you thought, the snake demon is attached to him!"

Yun Zhiyue's face showed joy, she wanted to chase out, she glanced at Chen Mu who was standing still, hesitated for a moment, but didn't move.

I'm leaving, what if this kid is in danger.

Sad people.

The woman sighed.

Looking at Perseverance who was about to commit suicide, Chen Mu was depressed for a while.

The monk walked slowly, step by step.

The lotus flames under his feet began to climb up his calf like a small snake, making the monk's half body seem to be enveloped by a mass of holy light.

As if feeling Chen Mu's mood, he turned his head to look at the other party when he walked to the door, and smiled slightly:

"Benefactor Chen, there is no need to blame yourself. The little monk originally planned to meet Xiangjun seven days later. That was the day when we first met. But now it's fine. Go to Huangquan Road one day earlier, and Xiangjun doesn't have to wait any longer."

"It's Xiangjun who hurt the benefactor because of me. I'm here to say sorry, and I hope the benefactor will forgive me."

"Amitabha……"

Perseverance clasped his hands together, and after saluting, he resolutely stepped out of the hall.

Outside the hall, the crystal-clear raindrops fell like sad teardrops, and the rain on the ground formed into pieces, rippling out layers of fine ripples.