You are not bullying me cute

A person like her will be sent to the [-]th floor of hell.

It is said that there are tortures such as tongue pulling out, mountain of knives, oil pan, steamer, blood pool, etc. in the [-]th hell, but she has never experienced any of them.

Strangely enough, the hell she lived in was empty, only endless darkness and dead silence.

Perhaps for ordinary people, the biggest punishment is loneliness, but for her, it is enjoyment and relief.

There is no sun and moon, no time, she just stays in one place, maintains a posture, never moves once, it looks like she has become a sculpture.

She also regarded herself as a sculpture, so she didn't know when the fire broke in.

The hell that had always been oppressive and dead became chaotic because of the intrusion of an unknown fire. This fire was neither fierce nor rushing, but it was extremely coquettish and bright red, silently engulfing every evil soul in its path like a red lotus.

Miao Erhua stood up, the fire seemed to have sensed something, it stopped moving when it passed by her, and stopped in front of her, the two sides looked at each other silently.

For some reason, Miao Erhua felt that she and this thing were very destined, as if they were born to be together.

That fire thought so too.

It sneaked into Miao Erhua's body silently and combined with her.

If there is any feeling, it is just a burning fire, she was burned alive before she was alive, and it is not so difficult to accept it again.

What's more, she was reborn from the ashes.

She merged with the fire, and was reshaped into a body, with a bright red lotus-shaped flower on her forehead, and she could manipulate the fire according to her consciousness.

She didn't know what she had become, only that she was no longer an ordinary ghost.

She can easily travel between the underworld and the human world, seeing that the underworld is in chaos, and many ghosts have been swallowed up.

Miao Erhua has unusually powerful strength.

The long-term life in hell has made her mind a little numb, and she doesn't feel much about this change. She is neither ecstatic nor panicked, but she can do what she wants, which is still comfortable.

Miao Erhua sat on the eaves of the palace, lit a fire, and looked down at the panicked people below, screaming in despair.

She no longer needed to disguise herself as a man, the flames of hell created a red outfit for her, her face was clean and there was no scar at all.

Like a red lotus, it blooms its beauty wantonly.

Miao Erhua believes that the reason why there are so many uncontrollable lives in the world is caused by the rulers. Without the rulers, there will be no harm.

As long as you can eliminate the ruler, you can settle your own resentment.

The sea of ​​flames rolled, the ruler and his supporters struggled and cried in it, just like she had done back then.

Miao Erhua didn't think that she had hurt a victim like herself. The fire of hell burns evil in the world. As long as there is a little bit of evil in her heart, no matter how small a bad thing she does, she will not be let go.

They all deserve hell.

Suddenly, golden light came from the sky and splashed on the palace like water. The fire disappeared immediately without leaving any trace.

The fire of hell does not burn the dead, and the palace remains intact.

Miao Erhua squinted her eyes because of the golden light.

It was a monk wearing a red cassock, in the middle of the air, surrounded by golden light, young and handsome, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, looking at him with neither sadness nor joy.

Miao Erhua doesn't like him very much.

It's too holy, and he looks compassionate, what qualifications does he have.

The monk landed beside her, bending his eyes: "Is it fun?"

Miao Erhua said: "I'm not playing." She turned her head and looked at the person who gave up the world at such a young age, "Are you also here to kill me?"

Since she came out of hell, she has been hunted down a lot. Every day, one or two self-proclaimed gods want to eliminate her as a monster, but they all died under her fire, and this monk in front of him should be the same.

The monk smiled and said, "I'm here to ferry you."

Miao Erhua smiled slightly.

Ferry her?

The monk said: "I want to take you to immortality."

Maybe the Buddha will become crazy if he cultivates too much.

Miao Erhua was entangled by the monks, and the monks followed her wherever she went, and burned whatever monks she wanted.

It's not that she didn't burn him when she was extremely angry, it's just that this monk is unfathomable, he can be surrounded by the fire of hell safely, as if the fire is just an illusion.

Those who will not be affected at all will only be pure people who have no distracting thoughts in their hearts, are not stained with a speck of dust, and have never done a single evil thing.

Miao Erhua was shocked.

Even those so-called gods can't do it.

Are there really people in this state in the world?

In this way, Miao Erhua couldn't deal with him and was completely suppressed by him.

She was so annoyed that she pointed to the monk and asked, "There are so many suffering, treacherous and evil people in the world. Why do you stare at me if you don't go to save them?"

The monk said: "You are the cause of my planting, so naturally I will bear fruit."

Miao Erhua raised her eyebrows.

The monk said: "The red lotus karma fire was originally a product of my Buddhism. I accidentally released it. I fell in love with you and recognized you as my new master. Only by crossing you to become a fairy and escape from the sea of ​​suffering can I redeem my sins. "

Miao Erhua compromised for the first time in her life, feeling extremely aggrieved.

"Okay, what do you want me to do."

The monk took her to a remote place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and settled in a small village composed of four or five families. They cut firewood by themselves, built thatched huts, surrounded fences, set up vegetable gardens, raised chickens and ducks, and settled down. the days of ordinary people.

Miao Erhua didn't understand what he was going to do at all, and looked at him coldly.

But she won't ask, she doesn't care about these, she just wants to find a chance to kill the monk.

Suffering has been unable to find opportunities.

They work and rest like the villagers, live during the day, sleep peacefully at night, and go out of the mountain regularly to replenish what they need.

In all fairness, she didn't dislike such a day at all, except that the monk would pull her to teach the Dharma when he was in the mood from time to time, and occasionally mixed in some Taoism.

Miao Erhua couldn't help but mock him: "Cultivation is messy, sooner or later your mood will be unstable, and you will become obsessed."

The monk said with a smile: "If you are not crazy, you cannot survive. I am a dual practitioner of Buddhism and Taoism."

No matter whether it is to practice Buddhism or Taoism, the most important thing is to be single-minded, but he can distract himself and practice both. How strong is his state of mind?

Even more of a monster than she is.

Neither of them ate five grains, but the monk raised two or three chickens and ducks, which were scattered every day, and he didn't know what he wanted to do.

The monk turned back to her: "Raise and play." He was hugging a reed chicken, and asked her with a smile while stroking it, "Look, Erhua, does it look like you?"

Miao Erhua ruthlessly sent him a "get out".

When the men in the village go out, they will bring some rouge, gouache, hairpin and jewelry to the women at home, and the monk is no exception. Miao Erhua dislikes the things he brings back, which are crude and vulgar.

What's more, she doesn't need to apply makeup, she is already extremely beautiful and gorgeous, with her blue hair loosely tied, her whole body is shining brightly.

Those vulgar things will stain her color instead.

But the monk said: "Everyone has them. How can we not have Erhua, who is so beautiful in our family? If you don't like outside ones, I'll make them for you."

He opened up another piece of land and planted roses, gardenias, hosta, jasmine and other flowers. When they bloomed, he picked them off and dried them in the sun, which really allowed him to make rouge powder.

He pressed Miao Erhua on the stool, faced the bronze mirror, put on rouge, and wanted to apply makeup on her by himself, and test the results.

"Our second flower is really good-looking." The monk looked at it with a smile.

It was a pure gaze of appreciating beauty, without any evil thoughts, as if treating a treasure, tracing the eyebrows and eyes stroke by stroke.

Even the red lotus on her forehead has added a new color, without any mess.

Serious and focused.

Miao Erhua's heart trembled, and she let him go.

And she can't beat the monk either.

Very aggrieved.

... In fact, it's not that aggrieved. After all, the monk followed her in everything, and she really had no reason to be unhappy.

Even my dearest sister never treated her so well.

Day by day, year by year.

Even though she didn't want to admit it until she died, it was indeed Miao Erhua's most precious, unique, beautiful and innocent time belonging to a girl.

Since meeting the monk, there have been no heavenly soldiers and generals who have come to chase and kill her.

Miao Erhua has always doubted his identity, a monk who practiced both Buddhism and Taoism is definitely not a thing in the pond.

The monk only said that he practiced Buddhism in the west since he was a child, and was taken care of by two phoenixes. After he finished his cultivation, he came back to teach the Buddha to the gods.

He is so sincere, Miao Erhua chooses to believe it.

In fact, it is not difficult to cross her.

Doing the math, it's only been two hundred years, and not a single dynasty has been destroyed.

On the Lantern Festival that day, the monk took her out for a night tour to enjoy the lanterns as usual, passing by an ancient temple, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going to ask for autographs and incense.

Miao Erhua suddenly grabbed his sleeve: "Wu Jiu, I'm going to offer incense and make a wish."

Wujing smiled and said, "The Living Buddha is right next to you, why don't you ask me?"

Miao Erhua said stubbornly, "I just want to ask there."

No matter what, he relied on her.

In order to avoid some unnecessary troubles, the monk changed into ordinary people's attire and even tied up his hair, which was awkward no matter how you looked at it.

After all, Miao Erhua quite liked touching his bald head.

The two of them offered incense and worshiped Buddha together.

After going down the mountain, Wujing asked her: "What wish did you make?"

Miao Erhua said indifferently: "Your curse."

Wujing laughed happily: "How to curse? Go to hell?"

Miao Erhua ignored him, put the lotus lantern on the river, let it float away, and then said to herself, "The Buddha's heart is unstable."

Wujing squatted beside her, put one on, and said softly, "Maybe the wish has come true."

Miao Erhua looked up at him and saw the lights of Wanjia in his eyes.

And myself.

***

The monk said that everything in the world has both sides of yin and yang, where there is good there is evil, where there is sorrow there is joy, let nature take its course, each person has his own destiny, there is no need to force it.

Miao Erhua finally recognized his reasoning, and gradually let go of her past.

She began to listen to Wushang's words to cultivate immortals. She was originally a ghost, but she could become a ghost fairy. Unlike ordinary gods, there are very few who can become ghost immortals.

She couldn't bear her temper, so she found fault with nothing: "Can't you just give me my cultivation base and become a fairy directly?"

Wujing told her seriously: "It can be distributed to you through Joy Zen."

So they studied the practice of Joy Zen together.

Really happy.

Miao Erhua's life is fickle, and she is destined to be unable to live an ordinary and beautiful life forever.

Just when she was about to cultivate into a ghost fairy, Wu Jing disappeared for a trip, but changed her mind when she came back.

He dissuaded Miao Erhua: "Erhua, don't become a fairy."

Miao Erhua thought of those gods who chased and killed her: "Why?"

Wu Jing couldn't tell the reason: "The secret of heaven must not be leaked."

Miao Erhua insisted on this: "You don't want me to become a fairy and walk with you forever?"

Wu Xiu said: "It's still the same sentence, the secrets of heaven must not be revealed, Erhua, it's not good to become a fairy."

He couldn't control Miao Erhua's cultivation, so he could only force her to seal it.

Miao Erhua was no match for him, her eyes became colder.

"It's hard work for you to spend hundreds of years saying that you want to cross me, and you have dedicated your life to it, and finally your wish has come true."

"You are the same as those gods, you just want to get rid of me, this evildoer."

"Is it very satisfying to let me obey you willingly?"

Wu Jing opened his mouth: "No..."

Miao Erhua released the red lotus fire that had been resting for many years.

Even if it was useless to him, she still wanted to vent her anger.

How sad, she carefully took out her hidden trust and feelings, but in the end she was still just being manipulated by others.

Wu Jing couldn't dodge in time, and was burned by the fire most of his body.

Miao Erhua was stunned.

He is not……

Wujing was rescued by an unknown god.

Miao Erhua, who became alone again, hid herself.

She actually couldn't remember exactly what happened, and when she realized it, she had already turned into a real monster.

It is neither a ghost nor an immortal, nor a demon nor a demon, and is not bound by the five elements.

She seemed to have grown stronger, and even Wu Jianglai couldn't deal with her anymore.

Miao Erhua wanted to seek revenge from him, but she had no idea where he was.

Not even a god can be found.

She ran to the underworld, and the underworld didn't know anything.

She continued to wander aimlessly in the world, becoming increasingly moody.

***

And then... and then you all know.

Maybe it was in exchange for the savings in the first half of her life, and she integrated into a warm family.

Unfeeling or sentimental, cruel or warm, betrayal or loyalty.

She's lucky to have been through it all.

The author has something to say: My favorite beauty in red is paired with a monk, and I am satisfied.

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