Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 1453 Seeking Buddha (11)

Hong Yuan's thumb flicked the Buddhist bead, and said in a heavy tone: "Almsgiver, listen to the old man's advice, thousands of years of asceticism for hundreds of eons, love, hatred, love and hatred are all dreams.
The deadline is approaching, only by letting go of love and hatred can we escape from the sea of ​​suffering! "

A look of surprise flashed across Jian Junxi's black eyes, and then, a strong bitterness appeared on the corners of his lips.

She didn't understand the previous words, but she understood the sentence "the end is coming".

Hoarsely asked: "Master Hongyuan... If I let go... can they... come back?"

Hong Yuan's face froze, his eyes showed helplessness, and moved his lips while moving the beads: "Almsgiver, if fate comes, it will go;

Jian Junxi closed his eyes in despair, his throat choked and slipped, all the pain was still only swallowed in his own stomach.

Hong Yuan suddenly raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and sighed in a voice that only he could hear: "The end of a hundred lives is as difficult as climbing to the sky, with great suffering and grief, how can I die?"

Jian Junxi's sanity became more and more insane, his hands holding his cassock began to daze, and his slender eyelashes no longer danced.

Exhausted, he asked, "Please... tell... me... is he... alive...?"

Hong Yuan's old eyes flickered slightly, and he looked down at her, as if he was extremely disappointed, but also as if he couldn't bear it.

Suddenly he also closed his eyes, and said hoarsely: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, if you kneel and walk a thousand steps to pray for blessings, you will surely help his soul return to its place..."

"He...is...where..." He was dying but still refused to give up.

"When it's time to return, I will return." After Hong Yuan finished speaking, he looked up at the blue sky, his wrinkled face was extremely calm.

There was no emotion in those indifferent eyes, and only he knew how helpless he was.

Hearing his words, Jian Junxi seemed to be finally relieved, unable to hold on any longer, completely fell to the ground...

"Master, he..." Wu Ze just wanted to go up to help her up.

"Don't move!" Hong Yuan suddenly stretched out his left hand to block it, and stared down at Jian Junxi who was on the ground.

Seeing a puddle of blood under her body, the old man stared blankly, and put his index and middle fingers on her pulse.

After a while, his face suddenly paled a little, and then he sighed silently, and said lightly: "Notify the people down the mountain to come up to pick her up, they must be quick!"

"Yes, Master." Wu Ze stood up and was about to call the monk on duty at the foot of the mountain.

Hong Yuan took off the string of Buddhist beads in his hand and put them on her right hand without any haste. Because it was very long, it was wound several times.

After decades of baptism, the best Bodhi is more plump and translucent. The number of beads is different, and the meaning is also different.

Hongyuan's string is a total of [-] beads, which represent [-] kinds of troubles in the human heart, covering greed, resentment, stupidity, arrogance, and doubts.
For ordinary people, dialing beads and praying to Buddha is not a goal, but a way to manage body, speech and mind, calm the mind, resolve troubles, and restore the original wisdom and merit.

"Master, this is your personal belonging, how can you give it to others so easily?" The monk beside him said in puzzlement, his complex eyes implied reluctance, and the value was self-evident.

"Amitabha, monks should be merciful. There is a Buddha in the heart, and there is no Buddha in the heart." After Hongyuan finished speaking, he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and chanted.

The monk on the side blushed immediately, and the other disciples didn't say anything when they saw this, just like him, chanting scriptures on the spot.

They stayed by Jian Junxi's side until Abu and Yan Rongliang arrived...

(End of this chapter)