Mr. Lu and I stood next to the painting, watching the woman in red walk over and gently rub her hand over the painting.

Neither of us spoke, just watched quietly, and she couldn't stop blinking her eyes and shedding strings of tears.

After a while, she whispered, "More than a thousand years." I didn't expect to see you again. A few years of separation, a thousand years of separation, can be regarded as miserable. ”

This tone is clearly what the woman said to her lover.

I couldn't help but ask, "Have you been separated from the master who made this painting for more than a thousand years?" ”

The woman in red looked at me suspiciously, then shook her head and said, "The one who painted? He is an old and ugly monk, I don't know him at all, why talk about separation? ”

I was surprised for a moment, and then muttered quietly, "Isn't it thinking about things?" ”

I said this in a very small voice, but the woman in red heard it. She said lightly: "Seeing things and thinking about people? I've already seen him, so why bother thinking about him? ”

I was surprised: "Have you seen it?" ”

The woman in red smiled, pointed to the Buddha on the picture and said, "Isn't this him?" I've seen it. ”

At this time, even Mr. Lu couldn't help it. He said, "This is the Buddha, how can you?" ”

The woman in red had a sly look in her eyes, and she smiled and asked, "What can't I do?" ”

Mr. Lu opened his mouth, but did not speak.

The woman in red replied generously, "I can't think about him, can I?" You can't think of him as a lover, can you? ”

Mr. Lu looked at the woman in red dumbfounded, and finally nodded after a while.

The woman in red laughed lightly and said, "If the Buddha is a handsome young student, why can't I think about him?" ”

I thought to myself, "This woman must have a brain disease." Do you dare to say such blasphemous words? ”

The woman in red seemed to read my thoughts, and she said, "You think I'm wrong? ”

I opened my mouth and said, "That doesn't seem right." ”

The woman in red suddenly became angry and shouted, "You are all against me? Do you think I'm doing something wrong? Is it? ”

I stepped back again and again, unable to say a word nervously. However, the horrific image of last night did not reappear. The woman in red quickly restrained her anger.

She slowly turned around, groped for the Buddha, and said, "You said that I am pampered and love to lose my temper. But I've changed a lot for you. ”

I exchanged glances with Mr. Lu. Both of us don't look very good. We can all feel that the woman in front of us is probably not normal. Isn't it ridiculous that anyone likes the Buddha? This kind of person is unreasonable, and if he starts to go crazy after a while, he wants to kill the two of us, how can this be good?

The woman in red fumbled for a while, then suddenly turned around and said with some pride: "You say, I like the Buddha, right?" ”

Mr. Lu and I want to please her and wish her and the Buddha a happy relationship. But we really can't say it.

The woman in red said proudly, "What if the Buddha likes me too?" ”

Mr. Lu couldn't help but say, "It's impossible. ”

Unexpectedly, the woman in red didn't insist anymore, but nodded and said, "Of course I know it's impossible." The Buddha won't like me, but he can. The woman in red said this and pointed to the Buddha on the picture.

I wondered and said, "Isn't he the Buddha?" ”

The woman in red looked at me like an idiot. After a while, she smiled and said, "Is it necessarily the Buddha who is sitting on the lotus platform?" ”

I was speechless, and although I didn't know how to refute it, I knew in my heart that according to the specifications on the diagram, this person could not be someone else.

The woman in red groped the face of the Buddha and said, "You two, do you know the appearance of the Buddha?" ”

I blurted out that I wanted to answer. However, when these words reached my throat, I forcibly held them back.

The world is so big that temples are almost everywhere. Buddha statues are not hard to see. But his appearance does not seem to be the same.

I looked at Mr. Lu, and sure enough, Mr. Lu also shook his head: "I don't know the appearance of the Buddha." ”

The woman in red smiled: "Since neither of you knows what the Buddha looks like, why do you say that he is the Buddha?" ”

I was stunned for a moment and said, "I am dressed in costumes, lotus platforms, and the monks below......"

The woman in red shook her head and said, "I tell you plainly. I don't know what the Buddha looked like. But I knew what this man was. He's not a Buddha, he's discernment. "The array is dying.

Then, she seemed to introduce us again, and it seemed to look back on her life: "He is a high monk, but he is infatuated with me." I'm a royal princess, but I'm in love with him. Hey, we're a little crazy. ”

She looked at the painting with a confused look in her eyes, and said, "Good things are so good, the two of us have lived so sweetly, I'm afraid even the gods and Buddhas will be jealous." Hey, the two of us were unexpectedly discovered. He was condemned by his father to be beheaded, and I didn't want to live anymore. ”

I looked at the Buddha on the screen, and his body was intact, and there was no sign of being cut in half. I can't help but feel a little weird.

The woman in red seemed to read my thoughts. She said lightly: "The master of the discernment machine is a high-ranking monk who has traveled to various countries. In the process of traveling, I met a monk. When the accident occurred, the monk happened to be in Chang'an. ”

I glared and said, "Then, did the monk draw his soul into this painting?" ”

The woman in red nodded: "The monk is no match for the imperial power. The father wanted to die, but the monks did not dare to save him. Fortunately, this monk knows how to draw souls, and he made a plan to get rid of the golden cicada and steal the soul of the machine. ”

"When I heard the news, I was overjoyed. asked the monk, do you want to help the discerning machine find a body and let him borrow the corpse to return the soul? ”

"Actually, I had already looked for a couple of handsome young students at that time. As long as the monks agree, I will poison them and bring them back to life. ”

However, the master of the discernment said that the discernment is quite wise, and he has a very thorough understanding of the Dharma, and he must be a high-ranking monk who has practiced for several generations. If you delay your practice because of beauty, it will be too much to lose. He wants to keep the soul of the discerning machine in this painting and practice with peace of mind, and when it becomes a positive result, it will break out of the painting, and it will naturally be liberated. So he invited me out and forbade me to see him again. ”

"I saw that Master insisted on not allowing it, and I knew that he was soft and hard. So I found the monk. The monk was begged by me for a few days, and finally relented. He showed me the painting. ”

"I rubbed the painting a few times, just like I did today. I called out his name a few times, but he wouldn't answer me as if it were really just a painting. ”

"I took out the poison I had prepared and drank it down. Then I told the monk and begged him to draw me into this painting. Let me be with me for the rest of my life. ”

Speaking of this, the woman in red smiled miserably: "I didn't expect that Master is so vicious." He was worried that I would disturb the cleaning of the machine. The monk trapped me in another painting. Later, the two paintings were given away. Let's never see each other. ”

"After all, I died in the temple. The master and the monk were worried that my father would blame him, so they actually found a little ghost, stuffed it into my body, and ordered her to pretend to be me and return to the palace, which is really weird. ”

Mr. Lu and I were already dumbfounded. Then he said, "So now, what are you going to do?" ”

The woman in red looked at the Buddha's lecture diagram and said, "Now that I have seen the discernment machine, I naturally want to fly with him." ”

Then, her body, slowly turning into a cloud of black gas, floated towards the painting.

However, when the black air came into contact with the painting, I saw the person in the painting move.

The Buddha is still sitting upright on the lotus platform. But the arhats, who were sitting down and listening to the scriptures, stood up. They turned around and punched outside. A flash of golden light flashed and hit the woman in red directly.

Most of the black qi immediately dissipated, and the woman in red snorted and fell to the ground.

After a while, the black gas dissipated. I saw that the woman in red was even paler than before.