Xuanjing was saved by Master Hongnin from the wolf demon's fierce gaze.

In his memory, it was the wolf demon who tore his parents apart and ate them all, and his hatred made him cold all year round.

Hongren told him that the Buddha is a man, not only a human, but also a demon spirit, and the Buddha loves the living beings in the world.

But he didn't believe that a demon is a demon.

The killing nature revealed in his bones can't be transformed even by Buddha!

Otherwise, there would be no evil spirits.

At the age of thirteen, he was enlightened by the Buddha, and with boundless mana, he finally killed the wolf demon of the year.

The days were dull until she appeared.

She stood under the peach blossom tree in a red dress, like a glow, and suddenly, the corners of her lips hooked up a wanton smile, and a peach blossom rain flew up in the sky.

That's when he sank.

The fox demon is very sultry, always saying some ambiguous things, every time she comes and leaves, it is difficult for him to read the scriptures anymore.

"The fox bewitches people."

At first, the four words he often put on his lips, his indifference to her, she seemed to be completely unconcerned.

She looked at him with a smile and said that she liked him.

When he heard these four words, his heartbeat seemed to stop suddenly for a moment, and he didn't dare to look at her, for fear that she would notice the panic in his eyes.

After the first quarrel, he was full of regret, she might not have come to him for a long time, and he finally couldn't help but go to her, only to see her smile and put her hand on the palm of that purple microstar.

The fox demon is not only confusing, but also full of lies.

In fact, he later learned that that kind of emotion is called jealousy.

She once teased him, saying that his name is Qing Xiu, as long as he wants, she can accompany him to Yan Xiu, he angrily reprimanded her, almost ran away, for fear that if she stayed for a second longer, she would be able to notice the tips of his ears that were already red.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, she got drunk and pulled him to ask if she liked her.

He liked her, and he always liked her.

It's just that how dare he admit that he likes a demon?

That night, she seduced him, and he knew that he was wrong, but he still broke his vows, just because he couldn't refuse her beauty.

"Shuli, I miss you so much."

He has a paranoid temperament and has done too many wrong things, and every time she comes to him.

But for the last time, she never looked for him again.

When he returned, all the doors of Guoqing Temple were killed, and everyone in the world said that she did it, and he believed it.

has been looking for her, but later, he can't tell whether he is looking for her for revenge or just to see her.

Later, when he lost her completely, he realized that he was sure that he undoubtedly wanted to see her, but he never knew it.

It's too late, and even if he tries everything, it's hard to recover.

This is retribution, cause and effect are retribution, the little fox was in love with him at the beginning, but he hurt her again and again because of his prejudice against the demon, so she punished him.

Punish him and never see her again.

She would rather die for three thousand years, and would rather let him fall into boundless pain in this life than turn back.

Thinking of this, Xuanjing drooped the corners of his lips bitterly, he deserved it.

"Little fox, I'm your monk." He muttered to himself with the spirit of a little fox in his arms.

She used to call him a monk the most, and the lazy voice seemed to echo in her ears as if it were yesterday.

The corners of his lips overflowed with a trace of bitterness, he couldn't break this calamity, and he didn't want to break it, he just wanted her to call him a monk again.

He became the living dead, a walking corpse, but he still failed to wake her up.

I don't know if the mountain ghost says she's an exception.

Liu Zishi said that maybe the ghost has a way.

He embarked on a long journey to find Jun Ghost, Jun Ghost was greedy, he wanted to exchange his Buddha Eye for it, but Jun Ghost had no choice in the end.

She is not of this world.

This was the only information he had gotten from Jun Ghost, and he returned to the Hushui River and stayed alone for a long time.

Why don't you know that the mountain ghost and the king ghost know her origin, but they refuse to say it?

So what exactly is her origin? Is she Shuli?

Maybe not.

He sat on the bluestone for a long time, talked a lot, and finally, after decades of not shedding a tear, he cried.

He didn't think he would cry, after all, he didn't cry after she had been gone for so long.

But he thought that maybe he would never see her again, and that all the messages she had left behind were not true.

She's not even Shuli.

He knew almost nothing about her, and the thought of this made him devastated.

For so long, the only belief that sustained him was to wake her up, but she couldn't wake up again.

She finally got tired of him, didn't want him anymore, and went back to her own world.

"Shuli, what should I do?"

Xuanjing cried for a long time, and it was not until the heavy night dyed this wilderness black that he slowly stood up, and at this time, he became the cold and indifferent monk again.

He glanced at the crutch on the side, he didn't need it, even the king ghost couldn't help it, so he could only beg him.

He inserted the cane back into the earth and infused it with aura to make it grow again.

Then he slowly raised his eyes and looked to the west.

He knelt down and kowtowed in three steps and walked towards the west sky, this time he went west, but not for the Buddha to forgive him, but to ask the Buddha to let her come back, he knew that the Buddha must have a way.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's more than ten years, maybe it's more than 20 years, maybe it's more than 30 years or 40 years.

The flesh on his forehead was blurred, then healed, then broken, and repeatedly.

Finally, on a sunset evening, he walked to Western Bliss.

"You're finally here, Rikkaya." The Buddha closed his eyes slightly, and his expression was serene.

Xuanjing knelt down reverently: "Buddha, you cross the world, why can't you cross the disciples?" ”

"The Buddha has no fixed law, this is the doom of your fate." The voice of the Buddha echoed in the Western Heaven Hall.

Xuanjing hurriedly kowtowed: "The disciple begs to wake her up and ask the Buddha to fulfill it." ”

"All things in the Six Realms return to the spirit, and all the spirits have a source root, and she is not a creature in this realm."

Xuan Jing raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes were full of eagerness: "Ask the Buddha to send the disciple to see her, and the disciple is willing to suffer from several reincarnations." ”

The Buddha shrouded in golden light sighed lightly: "Rikkaya, reincarnation is not bitter, it is your heart that suffers, I said before that you are perverse...... Now, you have made up your mind, and I will send you to her. ”

"Thank you, Buddha." Xuanjing kept kowtowing, and the joy in his heart was beyond words.

The bodhisattvas on both sides of the little Buddha lowered their eyes, and the Buddha was the most proud disciple of the Buddha, and now he was so low for a fox demon.

Xuanjing was drained of all his mana by the Buddha, and in the future, he was no longer the number one disciple of the Buddha.

But he doesn't care, in this world, she is the only one he cares about.

He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a long slumber.

When he woke up again, there was a blonde woman lying beside him, his eyes were puzzled, and his instinct told him that this was her.

He muttered in a low voice, "Shuli? ”