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October 11th, the sky was much darker.
The Yu Dynasty of the Nine States, Qingfeng Mountain, Jing Dong Road.
Lan Zishan looked in the direction of the Pacific Ocean from the summit. Even though they were thousands of miles away, the terrifying aura of the Void Gate emanated from it.
Beams of light shot up into the sky, illuminating the area. The auras of all kinds of high-bloodline alien races were released. Thousands of miles away, humans could still feel that destructive aura.
Many tourists were afraid and did not dare to look.
Only the small monk watched silently. At that time, the sun had just risen and Lan Zishan saw another scene.
If he didn't save Miss Xiu,
Miss Xiu never came to see the little monk again.
Not long after, the small monk received Miss Xiu's urn and her favorite clothes. He locked himself in his room for three whole days without eating or drinking, hugging her ashes.
On the fourth day, he, he finally came out. He carried her ashes to the peach tree where he told her the last story, so that she could sleep there forever.
In her dream, they might have been together.
Lan Zishan never wanted such a tragedy and sorrow.
He looked at the bustling tourists taking photos of him and some female anchors asking him questions.
They were all Little Sister's good friends, Little Dough, and the others. They looked curiously and could not help but ask.
"Little monk, how did you meet Princess Xiu?”
"What are you thinking about now?"
"Yeah, little monk?"
Many hosts spoke up. There were also visitors who were looking at Lan Zishan.
He just stood on the huge mountain of the Buddhist temple and was silent for a long time. For the first time, his calm and turbulent eyes changed. Instead, they were filled with tenderness and his voice was gentle.
"That day, I put down the bucket and walked forward lightly. I lowered my head and frowned. I saw a little girl crying. I put my hands together and said Amitabha.”
"Miss Xiu stood in front of me with tears in her eyes. She said,'Little Master, the Big Yellow Spirit Dog was bitten to death by a mutated wolf in order to save me.”
This was the first scene.
Now, Lan Zishan's eyes were filled with gentle memories. This was their first meeting.
Then, he continued.
"At that time, I told Miss Xiu that it died to save its master. Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. The puppy saved Miss, and its merits are immeasurable. Karma reincarnates, good karma grows good karma. If the girl is sad here, the puppy might be able to reincarnate as a human. Isn't that something to be happy about?”
Lan Zishan revealed a faint smile as he said this. It was as if he could see Qi Xiu's peerlessly beautiful face once again, with tears still flowing down her face.
The live streamers and the visitors did not utter a word as they sank into this beautiful memory.
"Qixiu said to me,'If little master says there is, then there is. I believe in master's words. Her voice is extremely pleasant to hear, as clear as a hundred birds.”
"Then Qixiu said with an innocent and trusting face,'Then I believe you. Little Master, can I listen to your lectures and stories in the future?”
"Of course, Amitabha." The small monk put his palms together and chanted devoutly.
Lan Zishan didn't say anything else and just left quietly.
He left behind a back view for all living beings, a picture of their first meeting in love.
The small monk and Qixiu stood together in front of the puppy's grave. One of them softly chanted scriptures while the other silently reminisced.
From then on, there was a story between them. Miss Xiu would often come to the temple to look for the little monk, listen to him preach, listen to him recite Buddha, and listen to him talk about Zen.
To Miss Xiu, Zen and Buddhism were a mysterious world. She had never thought that she would be able to come into contact with them at such a close distance.
Until the little girl couldn't help but sigh.
"Say it, convert to Miss Xiu."
At this moment, hundreds of tourists could only think of that poignant and beautiful scene.
Yu Qixiu used such a pleading and trembling tone. Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked at the small monk. Her voice was desolate," Say it, convert to Miss Xiu."
Every word is bone-deep, cuckoo cries blood,
At that moment, the small monk had descended the mountain and disappeared.
Only the sighs of the Buddhist temple were left.
In the end, you can't have both,
Little Furball couldn't help but sigh.
"The little monk will eventually become an old monk and tell stories to the new little monk alone.”
"This is tragic love, sigh.”
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At that moment, the video exploded again.
Many people knew about this first meeting.
Warm, no waves, no killing, only a faint warmth.
Many people had mixed feelings. There were not many people who mocked him. They only felt pity.
"I feel like a war is about to start. It will be even harder for the little monk's lover to survive.”
"That's right, the Void Gate of the Pacific Ocean has opened once again. The aura of a fierce battle is coming.”
"But we still have to go through the marriage alliance. Otherwise, the 36 Dynasties on Earth will suffer attacks from several foreign races..."
"How can we have the perfect method!"
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