Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

All that was left was the jingling sound like a silver bell, which seemed to be laughing at his mean and obscene thoughts.

He fell into and out of dreams every night.

When I woke up, there was only silence in the room.

There was nothing, not even the laughter.

Completely quiet.

So, he kept waiting, waiting for her to appear.

He knew that she would definitely appear.

Because, in order to test him, the Buddhist Temple would definitely send her here.

She will appear as his lover.

But as long as she comes, he can go with the flow and make mistakes.

When he was in the Heavenly Palace, because of his identity on the Lotus Holy Platform, he could not have a further relationship with her, nor could he truly break away from his identity as a Buddha.

For him, the identity of Buddha is a symbol of status, but it is also a shackle that he cannot get rid of.

He had to have some scruples and had to protect the reputation of the Buddhist temple.

Therefore, he had no choice but to think of this method to completely get rid of his identity above the Heavenly Palace in the name of experiencing the calamity of love.

Only in this way will the reputation of the Buddhist temple not be damaged and the Buddhist temple will not be angered.

The holy Buddhas will also let him go, drive him away, and make him live in the world forever.

In this way, everyone gets what he deserves and the ending is happy.

The man lowered his head and kissed her fingers carefully.

The smooth and beautiful skull seemed to have faint hair.

The so-called three thousand blue hairs are full of worries.

The appearance of black hair means that he is no longer a pure and untroubled Buddha.

He returned to the mortal world, was willing to be disturbed by the world, and gave birth to joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

He is no longer a Buddha without compassion or joy, but a human being with flesh and blood and the seven emotions and six desires.

The beauty in his arms raised her eyelashes and looked at him quietly with her clear eyes.

The ends of his eyes were slightly red, exuding a bone-chilling charm.

Her eyes touched his body, quietly, her red lips slightly raised.

He kissed her fingers and then kissed her lips, again and again, extremely softly.

"Little master."

"Um?"

"When you come back from the Buddhist temple, let's find a place to settle down, right?"

"good."

"So since you are no longer a monk, do you want to take a mortal name?"

He paused and looked at her with quiet eyes.

The little beauty hooked her arms around his neck and smiled seductively.

"How about I help you choose a name?"

She seemed to have an idea, and her bright eyebrows became vivid.

He slowly hugged her waist tightly without making a sound.

It seems that I want to listen to it.

The little beauty raised her hand and touched the end of his eyes, staring into his dark eyes.

Tightly, as if observing something.

"How about you call me Jiuge, Jun Jiuge?"

When the voice fell, there was a moment of silence in the wing.

He looked at her quietly, making eye contact with her.

His eyes were pitch black, like thick fog blocking the calm sea, showing no emotion.

When those three words came out, he just touched her face gently and didn't react much.

"..." The little beauty who had been observing his reaction had a flash of disappointment in her eyes.

All right……

She was overthinking it.

Hearing this name, he will not appear.

She curled her lips and buried herself in his arms again.

"No matter, you will be called by this name from now on."

"Jiuge, your name is Jun Jiuge. You must remember it. You must never forget it."

She said muffledly in his arms.

The man stroked her hair very gently.

After a long time.

He seemed to laugh.

"fool……"