The prince is in trouble, your invincible strength has been exposed

"Little monk, I'm getting married!" these words gently floated above the Heavenly Dao Gold List, although the voice was weak, but it shocked the hearts of everyone present. These days, the girl's mind has long been seen through by everyone, but how can this young monk break the precepts of Buddhism? Even the true attained monks of Kyushu cannot escape the shackles of the precepts of the Qing rules.

For a while, everyone's eyes were focused on the little monk in the picture, and there was more or less sympathy in his eyes. Although this little monk has the potential to become a "great master", at this moment, he is still just a young little monk.

"Ami... Buddha, that... Congratulations to the donor..."The little monk in the picture was a little pale, but he still took a deep breath, bowed his head and made a Buddhist salute, and said slowly. It can be seen from his expression that the little monk's heart is very chaotic, with both reluctance and sadness. But in the face of the girl, he still hid the emotions in his heart deeply.

"Congratulations... Hearing this, the light in the girl's eyes gradually dimmed. She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly took a step forward, stared at the little monk's dodging eyes, and asked word by word, "Little monk, are you willing... Marry me?" the girl's voice carried a hint of urgency, nervousness, and determination.

The breeze blew, making the little monk stunned in place. He wanted to blurt out something in his heart, but thinking of Master's teachings for many years, he suddenly stopped again. He silently recited the scripture: "Color is emptiness, emptiness is color." If you want to know what you do, so will you. The relics, according to the five aggregates, are empty..."However, this Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra is so unfamiliar. He stumbled and chanted, and there were even many mistakes.

Looking at the little monk who bowed her head and recited the scriptures, the girl took another step forward, almost face to face with the little monk, and continued to ask, "Would you like to?" A faint fragrance, elegant and charming, wrapped around the tip of the little monk's nose, made him slightly stunned, almost obsessed.

"Amitabha, poor monk... It's just a monk!" The little monk finally sighed, slowly turned around, turned his back to the girl, and said, "The fate of the origin and the fate of the fate will eventually disperse." "Please also benefactor, take care!" The little monk knew in his heart that girls would always get married. And he is just a monk, who only knows how to chant sutras and chant Buddha every day, and cannot protect her thoroughly. If she can get a beloved person, she should be relieved, right?

"The relics are the emptiness of all laws, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased. It's the five colors in the sky..."He continued to chant, leaving the girl standing in place, and walked up the stairs step by step, towards Qingshan Temple. However, he didn't know that the girl behind him was covered with tears.

"Little monk, I'm here again!" the girl's voice sounded again, full of endless sadness and helplessness.

In the ancient Qingshan Temple, a young monk was sitting under an ancient tree, and his master, a gray-haired old monk, said gently: "Little monk, shall I tell you a story?"

The little monk raised his head, his eyes full of curiosity, "Four refuges?" he asked.

The old monk smiled slightly, and said slowly: "Take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the law, take refuge in the monk, take refuge... Show girl..."

As soon as the words fell, the faint voice echoed on the Heavenly Dao Gold List, long and extended, as if it had traveled through time and space, telling a dusty past.

The picture changed and came to the Great Qin Dynasty.

In the midst of the splendid palace, a young king, Ying Zheng, stared intently at a picture scroll. In the painting, there is a man and a woman, their eyes meet, but they seem destined to separate. Ying Zheng sighed, a trace of embarrassment flashed on his face, and whispered softly: "Can't ask for it? Is it another love word?".

His gaze is so deep that he seems to be able to read through the minds of the people in the paintings. He continued: "This little monk grew up in Qingshan Temple since he was a child, and the Buddhist precepts are everything to him... And that girl, although her love is deep-rooted, is also from a rich family, and some things are not a last resort after all!".

His voice was low, full of helplessness and emotion. He knew that these two people, one was deeply taught by Buddhism, and the other was born in a secular family, and their love was destined to be a bad fate and an inescapable tragedy.

The picture flowed again, the figure of the little monk and the girl gradually blurred, and finally disappeared in the long river of history, leaving only the faint voice, which was still echoing on the golden list of the Heavenly Dao, long and long...

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Dahan.

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Great Song.

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At that particular moment, countless dynasties, both powerful and weak, set their sights on that mysterious Heavenly Dao Gold List. There, they witnessed a heartbreaking picture of the innocent and deep love between a young monk and a young girl, like a meteor streaked across the night sky, brilliant and short, and finally disappeared into the endless universe.

With the passage of time, the picture on the Heavenly Dao Gold List flashed, as if to remind the world that there was more time quietly gone. The figure of the girl has completely disappeared from this world, her smile, her tears, everything about her, has become a thing of the past.

Day after day, two days after two days, month after month, two months after two months, time passed inexorably. In the blink of an eye, half a year passed quietly.

The life of the little monk seems to have returned to that familiar and monotonous trajectory. He continued to chant sutras every day, and his Dharma practice continued to grow steadily at a rate visible to the naked eye, and gradually, his light began to surpass that of some of the senior monks in the monastery.

Even in the vast land of Kyushu, many enlightened monks were shocked by the little monk's Dharma practice. His cultivation is so deep that it has reached an incredible level, which is enough to attract the attention of the world.

However, for all this praise and amazement, the little monk did not seem to be moved. He still chanted and knocked on wooden fish day after day, and his life did not change at all. It's just that in every break, he will involuntarily stop the movements of his hands, look at the entrance of the temple in a daze, and the figure of the eccentric girl seems to appear in front of him.

He remembered that she would suddenly appear and tell him some gonzo with a mischievous face, or pestering him to tell him stories about the four refuges, stories about faith and salvation.

Just when everyone thought that this little monk would practice like this, gradually forget the eccentric girl, and truly become a high monk admired by everyone, an unexpected thing happened.

On that day, the sky was overcast and dark clouds, as if a storm was coming. A middle-aged man with a majestic face, full of pathos, walked to Qingshan Temple with heavy steps, and asked to see the little monk by name.

He brought a bad news, a piece of news that made the little monk's world collapse in an instant - the show girl who once had an innocent love with him has left this world, forever.