No one knows how that happened.

But suddenly one night, Ye Mo in the demon world disappeared, and Xuan Ming, the god of the god world, finally woke up after 30,000 years. All the demonic aura was gone, and the memory of the past was gone. He had no emotions and six desires, so he was killed by the Buddha.

He took it to the Buddhist temple and sealed it as the "Slaying Heaven War Buddha".

No one in the Nine Heavens was shocked by this, except Heavenly Father and the Council of Elders who laughed.

He only remembered that on the day when the Buddha was enshrined in the temple, many people came, led by a scorching red shadow in the center, as red as a dazzling drop of blood.

The woman kept following him, looking at his back, with tearful eyes, but resisted the urge to shed a single tear.

"Have you really forgotten me?"

"Don't you remember everything?"

"Actually, as I said before, as long as you live well and live in front of me, even if you don't remember me and no longer love me, I will accept it happily. But I don't know what you were thinking... that day

What obsession made you abandon me at night?"

She spoke calmly, as if talking to herself.

It was a sound that could easily be dispersed by the wind, but it reached his ears steadily, landed silently on the tip of his heart, and turned into ripples that could not be dispersed.

Later, when she entered the Buddhist temple, she finally stopped and let the white jade door close behind her. Her eyes slammed shut, and she didn't know who's heart was disturbed. It was so painful.

"The Heavenly Father created the heaven and the earth and created the three realms and six realms, but he alone cannot understand the word love. What about you? Can you understand it?"

The Buddha was sitting in the temple, and the Sanskrit sound he uttered was just this sentence.

"He sent you here, but he hasn't figured out this secret yet."

He sat cross-legged with His Highness, but he didn't know what the Buddha meant by these words. His face with clear features was still cold, as if he no longer knew what love was.

"It's up to you to make the mistake yourself."

He stood up, clasped his hands and saluted, and when he turned to leave, the palace door had opened in front of him, revealing a blood-red figure as before.

Her eyes were so calm, as quiet as a few wisps of gentle wind could break the bright morning glow in her eyes.

"Morning sun."

She never expected that Buddha would stop her at this time, and both figures were startled.

He was stunned for a moment, only to feel her name turning over and over again in his mouth, so familiar, as if something was about to come out.

"You come in."

If he had not listened to Zen, how could the Buddha have ever called a non-Buddha into the temple?

This is probably the first time in tens of thousands of years.

In a blink of an eye, she had passed by him and walked into the palace. Her steps were light, as if she was no longer the infatuated woman who followed him all the way. There was no expression on her face, not even her eyes.

Never stayed on him for a moment.

When he stepped out of the Buddhist temple, she had slowly knelt down and bowed to the Buddha. Her clear voice was like jade beads falling on a plate, which shook the Buddhist temple and her heart.

"Chaoyang has only knelt down twice in his life. Once, Heavenly Father granted me a marriage and asked me to marry Xuan Ming. I was filled with joy and knelt down to thank Heavenly Father for his grace. Today is the second time I have knelt down, but it was for the Buddha.

In one sentence, they all say that I, the Buddha, is compassionate, but what about your compassion?"

This is really a bold statement.

Even before he had gone far, he couldn't help but froze, and slowly turned his eyes to look at the woman in red kneeling in the Buddhist hall.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the lines of the white jade stone under her knees, which were winding and winding just like her life experience.
Chapter completed!