Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Her eyes were red and tears were falling, as if she was even sadder just now.

Against the backdrop of the firelight, her long black hair hangs down, symbolizing the endless mundane world and chaos.

Hooking him, he walked down the lotus platform and the Buddhist altar step by step, and then took off the cold and dusty Buddha clothes.

She didn't want to do this, but she never thought——

Buddha still looked kind and compassionate, with gentle eyes, wiping her tears.

"Donor, you should believe that everything is determined."

"I once said that no matter what the final outcome is, I will admit it, and I will admit it willingly."

"Therefore, the donor does not need to worry. All faults will be borne by me, and I am willing to bear all the consequences."

The little beauty looked at him with tears in her eyes: "But if you don't go back to the Heavenly Palace, you won't be a Buddha respected by everyone. Are you willing to do this?"

He seemed to smile, his snow-white face and eyes were calm, as if he didn't care about anything, as if he had expected all this.

He said: "Donor, please understand that rather than being a lonely and eternal Buddha in heaven, I would rather stay in the world and stay with you for a short life."

"The so-called success does not mean giving up death. I am willing to be a mandarin duck but not an immortal. In the past, I could not understand this sentence, but now"

"I think I understand."

Buddha is supposed to have boundless love, but he has already fallen into small love and is happy with it.

He admitted that he was not a Buddha and could not become a Buddha.

He cannot cut off the seven emotions and six desires, nor can he let go of them.

In this case, why should we insist on becoming a Buddha?

What's more...what good is a Buddha?

The little beauty looked at him with red eyes and said nothing.

At this moment, the sound of the wind outside seemed to have disappeared, and the sound of the door frame crashing also seemed to have disappeared.

It seemed like there were only two of them left in the world, and there were bright sparks in the darkness.

After a long, long time, she suddenly kissed him.

He closed his eyes, extinguished the only light, and kissed her deeply.

No words, no sound, but with a bit of urgency.

He hugged her and slowly stroked her back.

Soon, he turned over again and pushed her down.

That night, the wind roared and lightning flashed.

At some point outside, a violent storm began, sweeping in and destroying almost everything in its path.

In the dark night, huge lightning lit up the entire sky.

Rumble, rumble, thunder, as if the earth was shaking in an instant, and the heaven and earth were shattered.

Heavy rain and strong winds were raging outside.

The wing room with dilapidated eaves had already leaked water, which was all over the floor.

As for the side room without a door, the heavy rain was blown in.

The fierce wind even wetted the woman's clothes placed beside the bed, and the contents inside were blown all over the floor by the strong wind.

It was so messy and huge, but it didn't seem to affect the wing in the middle.

The door of the wing room was closed tightly, and a barrier had been set up outside for some time.

The Buddha's light emerges, extremely pure.

A subtle and ambiguous sound came from within the barrier, but it was quickly covered up by the violent storm all night, and no one heard it.

There was only a sigh that came from nowhere, as if coming from the horizon, ethereal, and filled with endless regret.

That night, the Buddha was no longer a Buddha.

Nothing seems to have changed.

But all the Buddhas know that the holy lotus platform on the Buddha hall will never be seen again.

Can't wait for its owner.