Hua Xi kept looking at the river, and in the fog, a group of monks in white robes came from afar.

There were hundreds of people, and it seemed that they were all low-ranking novices.

Hua Xi remembered that the Buddha said that Wujiang would start from a small novice in the realm of bliss.

Maybe he can become a Buddha.

Well, he must be in the middle of this group of novices.

"Boundless! Boundless! ”

Watching one after another little novices walk past, Hua Xi couldn't help but look across the entire river, where are so many little novices?

She had even run into the river and wanted to swim over, but the water had flooded her chest.

Suddenly, in the middle of a group of small novices walking forward, a person slowly turned his head and looked at Hua Xi.

That's Boundless.

"Boundless ......" Hua Xi had tears in her eyes.

"Amitabha." Wujiang put his hands together, and his red eyes had turned clear black, as if he had seen it for the first time, unstained with dust.

"The poor monk has taken refuge in Buddhism, and he is no longer involved in the world."

"You...... Will you regret it? "If you regret it, it's too late.

However, there was a clean smile on Wujiang's face.

"No regrets."

He spread out his hand, and a snow-white lotus seed lay quietly in his palm.

He threw the lotus seed at her, smiled faintly, turned and disappeared into the middle of the group of novices, and soon disappeared into sight.

Hua Xi held the lotus seed in her hand tightly, she came here and asked for what she wanted.

But it lost its boundlessness.

Was the decision right or wrong?

Hua Xi walked up slowly from the river, the fog quickly dissipated, and the bright sunlight shone on the large golden lotus in the river again.

It was warm.

In the Blissful Realm, you don't feel the slightest cold.

Her damp clothes were also quickly dried.

Hua Xi followed the river until he walked to the place where he came just now, and next to the golden light, there was a giant beast with fiery red fur, squatting there majestically.

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, and there seemed to be flames burning inside, and on his forehead, a golden mark of flame cloud patterns was faintly shining with golden light.

Hua Xi looked at him from afar, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Fire God Beast, only you and I have concluded a natal contract, so where I am, you are there."

"Follow for the rest of your life." The Vulcan beast bowed respectfully and saluted her.

Hua Xi looked at it in a trance, and the majestic and domineering fire god beast in front of him coincided with a stupid round squirrel with bared front teeth.

She really wanted to say that she still liked the little Guizi who could only 'coo'.

But she didn't say it.

Life is sometimes like this, like the picture of a movie, passing frame by frame, going with the flow, there are ups and downs, and there is also calm and warmth.

However, life is more difficult than movies, because it is not always satisfactory.

"Let's go." She jumped onto the back of the Vulcan beast, and he led her way into the rays of light.

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Insert a song, it was when I heard this song that I had the inspiration to send Wujiang into Buddhism.

Sanskrit singing

Burning 10,000 incense, around the green smoke like a sigh.

Dial the warp cylinder 100 turns, such as to look down.

I knelt in front of the Buddha and asked for no reason.

The light snow piled up a few times, and the rosary was messed up.

Tens of millions of incense were burned, and there was green smoke left.

Turning the warp cylinder again, as if indifferent.

I knelt in front of the Buddha and begged for forgiveness for the marriage of this life.

The red dust piled up several times, and the rosary was broken.

The prayer wheel sounds, and the Sanskrit sings for a night.

I carved my thoughts into the snow.

Wait for the sun and the moon to turn again, and the snow will become a river.

Thoughts into nirvana.

The prayer wheel sounds, and the Sanskrit sings for a night.

Waiting for you to look back on the three ways.

I sat next to the Buddha for a long time, half leaning on the sun.

The green silk is far away and the mountains are long.