He wanted to see her live a happy life, but he sighed that it was not him who gave her happiness.

As He Guang Tongchen murmured, Huaxin's heart ached violently, and as soon as she looked up, she saw that He Guang Tongchen's bright red robe fell incomprehensibly, revealing a white monk's robe inside, which lined his eyebrows and eyes gently, clearer than jade.

The white clothes in the snow are not stained with dust, and the city accommodates the people of the world.

Huaxin leaned over and picked up the red robe, looked up and smiled, "You are unsettled in Zen, it is difficult to prove Bodhi, and the Buddha refuses to accept you." ”

He Guang Tongchen's face did not change and reached out to take the robe, but he saw Huaxin squatting on the city wall, not getting up for a long time, and his heart was worried, and the robe that Fang had tied fell down again.

The painting heart frowned in pain, but there was a burst of foolish laughter, "Chenchen, look, your heart is messed up again, you can't be moved by the mortal heart for this seat, so you went down to the mortal tribulation, right?"

It was originally a joking sentence, but it was ambiguous for no reason, and Guang Tongchen didn't say a word, leaned over to help her, painted her heart and mouth hurt badly, lying on the snow and refusing to get up, five black long hair spread on the snow, like white paper splashing ink.

Seeing that her face was wrinkled badly, He Guang Tongchen raised his finger and drew another talisman, which entered the heart of the painting, and the pain in her heart was suddenly reduced by half, but it was still faintly painful.

He didn't explain his behavior, but he said, "I know that this is a heart-to-heart talisman, and it's useless for you to solve it, and you will not be calm when you see me." ”

"Because when I see you, I think of Qingge. He said the same thing, and after saying that, he felt a little remorseful.

Once again, he turned her away with his own mouth.

She asked three times, he lied to her three times, and this last lie completely killed her.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he happened to crash into her watery gaze, as if it had just rained in those eyes, and she opened her lips slightly: "This seat has already promised you that you will save her, why don't you want to leave the house." ”

"In the previous life, fate is difficult to violate, the evil demon has come out, the avenue will fall, and the poor monk has no choice. ”

The painting heart was sullen and whimpered, the pure and dustless ruthlessness is famous, looking at the fate of the Kyushu River God, you know that if you fall in love with such a person, Qingge is destined to be more auspicious in this life.

She thought for a while and asked, "Then do you want to save Qingge?"

"Hmm. ”

"Rescued the widow?"

With the light and dust, "......"

He helped her to her feet. She squatted for a long time and her legs were a little numb, and when she got up, she bumped into his arms, rubbed her forehead against his heart, and thumped, and at that moment, she heard his violent heartbeat.

He Guang Tongchen took a step back quietly, and looked at her again, she was looking at him fixedly, her eyes were deep, as deep as an abyss.

"There was a moment in this seat, I hope you are him, bathing in the bright light of the sky to redeem this seat from the boundless abyss, this seat will ...... after all I lost him and I can't get him back......"

At that moment, she let go of the hand holding him, she clearly felt that he was going to say something to her, but he only stood quietly, she waited for a while, turned around, and her tone faded, "This seat is gone, may the Holy Buddha achieve positive results as soon as possible." ”

It was like being stabbed with a sword, and it was extremely painful in the center of the mouth. But he couldn't pull the sword out of his heart, so he could only let the blade slowly grind on his heart.

In the fateful ending, he is not her salvation, if it is destined to be a different path, then why should it be implicated.

Just like when I came, the heart of the painting still went down the stairs step by step, but there was still expectation when I came, and there was only helplessness when I returned.