Nine days of beauty

In the side hall, the sex had already dissipated, and Donghua cast a spell to regulate her weak vitality, and only now did she see her complexion improve.After he helped her lie on the couch, it was dawn.

After carefully taking care of the messy temple hair on her forehead, she covered her with a quilt, and just passed the command of Si.

"Emperor."

Si Minghou was in the outer hall, knowing that the emperor had already known about Fengjiu's injury, he dared not hide it anymore, and surrendered to report.

"A few days ago, the emperor, you were very crazy, and the empress was afraid that you would go crazy, so she used her own cultivation to suppress you... Your vitality was damaged, so you just rested in the side hall."

Listening to what he said, Donghua pinched his palm more and more, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"The empress does not want you to worry about her."

"You are really brave! How dare you hide from me!"

Hearing that Donghua was furious, Si Ming immediately knelt down, and it was rare for him to persuade the emperor frankly and earnestly regardless of the crime.

"Dijun, Xiaoxian has always been clear about the relationship between you and the empress. She once obeyed the emperor's orders, and her feelings were hurt. Now, although the emperor and empress have broken the red dust, she still wholeheartedly hopes that the emperor will be well. Buddha is ruthless But the heart is merciful, since the emperor is full of affection, why not let the empress do it once? Lingshan is blissful, and the empress will be free from dust and worry forever, for her, it is the best home."

Si Ming stepped back, he never understood what he said.It's just due to selfishness, I would rather hold her by my side than suffer the pain of lovesickness alone, but I never thought that for both of them, it would be torture without good results.He hurt himself, and he hurt her too.

Pacing slowly, he has returned to Feng Jiu's side.Sitting beside her, he gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, the same way he stroked her when she cut off his tail tens of thousands of years ago.

At that time, he cherished, loved her deeply, and kissed her, but Feng Jiu only thought it was a dream... How many times he made his decision, he hoped that she would live a happier life than anyone else, but he ignored it, she As long as he.

By myself, I could have made her happy.

"Jiu'er..." He looked at her gently, couldn't help but smile, and whispered to the sleeping person, so farewell, both relieved and desperate.

"For a long time, because of my decision, it's my fault that I made you suffer... I won't, I won't make you sad again. Go to become a Buddha, Jiu'er... It is said in the scriptures that the bliss of Lingshan Mountain is a matter of hearing. The good places of Miaoyin Buddhism are all people who have been enlightened, I am at ease when you are there."

His smile, seemingly absent, is indeed extremely tender.At the end, he walked out step by step, leaving only a wisp of Zen fragrance.

At dawn the next day, Feng Jiu slowly opened her eyes in a daze.

The memory before falling asleep flooded in like a tide, the pain of the lingering kiss was still faintly uncomfortable, but there was no one in the hall.

After leaving the gate of the palace, only Si Ming is waiting outside.This scene is just like the time when the emperor wanted to send her back to Qingqiu before the catastrophe.

She didn't speak, just listened quietly.

Sure enough, Si Ming bowed to her, "Empress, today is the day for you to go to Lingshan, and all the gods in Qingqiu are waiting to see you off in the main hall."

Unable to sense his breath, he asked, "Where's the emperor?"

"The emperor is not in the Taichen Palace, so I asked Xiaoxian to convey a word to you. He will not stop the emperor from practicing Buddha's blessings. However, he has only one wife in his life, and he will not write a letter of divorce. You just be In the mortal world, there is no one like him."

Suspicious of these words in his heart, he just stared at Si Ming, as if to see what was going on, but there was nothing wrong with it.

"Since the emperor is like this, Feng Jiu doesn't force it. I hope Si Ming will thank the emperor for me."

There were not many words of farewell, and the Buddha's light faintly scattered from her body, and Feng Jiu knelt down towards the family's door and bowed.

Bai Qian took a step forward and said to her, "Auntie promises you what you entrusted, Xiao Jiu, go at ease."

"Thank you Auntie."

The white clothes gradually disintegrated, and Feng Jiu smiled faintly and disappeared into the Buddha's light.

Si Ming bowed to her from a distance, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

An infatuated person can become a Buddha with one thought, and become a demon with one thought.

In the distance, the clouds floated towards Lingshan, the Heavenly Palace was like a point, and the wind and clouds covered the eyes, so you couldn't see anything else. Behind him, Wen Chang stood quietly and watched.

She looked sideways at him slightly, her voice was ethereal, "Where do you think Dijun is going at this time?"

"Emperor Donghua, he has his own place."

As far as Yu Wenchang is concerned, the fate of the world is determined by the heavens, and it cannot be avoided or avoided.

He and Emperor Donghua also had their own calamities, and when they passed, they let go.

Listening to his words, Feng Jiu secretly guessed, "Could the emperor become a demon?"

With only her words, Teng Yun gradually slowed down, Wen Chang looked at him indifferently, seeing through the world and her, "Ah Jiu, since you have gone to Lingshan, why do you have distracting thoughts? The six sufferings are over, you should let it go."

"Where is the emperor?"

She just looked at him calmly, knowing in her heart that he was not well.

"Donghua has almost become a demon. In order to avoid harming the common people, he voluntarily entered the Demon Locking Tower."

Startled in her heart, Feng Jiu remained silent and said nothing more.

The past has all passed by, vividly in the eyes, but it seems like a lifetime away... The Buddha's light cleansed her body, and she knew that she was getting closer to Lingshan, so she smiled understandingly, and finally solved her confusion, and looked at Wenchang.

"Emperor Donghua can't get good results, because of me. Buddhism is merciful to save others. If I become a Buddha for myself, regardless of the suffering of the emperor in this life, how can I be merciful?"

The words were ethereal, and both she and he could hear clearly, and when Tengyun stopped, she bent down to pay respects to the Lingshan Mountain, "If the Emperor does not survive this catastrophe, Feng Jiu will not step into the Lingshan Mountain."

After all, it was God's will. No one has ever looked back at the foot of Lingshan.Here, apart from sighing, Wenchang preached the decree of Buddhism: Qingqiu Baifengjiu, and Donghua Emperor on the Sansheng Stone have an inexhaustible relationship. Here is a metaphor: After Donghua Emperor emerges, he will return to Buddhism.

Seeing her puzzled, Wen Chang nodded with her, "Go, Ah Jiu, one day, I will come to ferry you again."

The road under her feet seems to have been walked before, Feng Jiu walked forward vaguely, one step leads to smoke, the white long gown is floating, and it turns into a light pink gown, the fragrance is like water, the Buddha bell is swaying under the feet, and finally locked in front of the demon pagoda, saw him.

He had no attachment at first, but he stopped the moment he heard the Buddha bell.

He once had the illusion of seeing her in the mortal world, and lost everything when he stretched out his hand.This scene was really similar to the past, but this time, he didn't look back anymore.

I left the Taichen Palace early today, but I didn't want to see her leave with my own eyes, so I just pretended that she was still sleeping in the Taichen Palace... Thinking of this, he laughed at himself, and wanted to step forward into the Demon Locking Tower. Hug him behind and make him faint.

Standing there for a long time without moving, let her hold her, the touch of covering her hands is so real, knowing that this is not an illusion, there are too many joys and sorrows in his eyes, he finally turns around, only looking at the pink in front of him Clothed woman, clinging to her hand, all talk to each other.

She and him don't need many words to talk to each other, the wind has stopped, the clouds have dispersed, the fate on the Sansheng Stone is still going on, their story is over, and there will be no more suffering after that.

There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.He will not leave, she will not abandon.