Chapter 1203 Wildfire Starts a Prairieland (Complete Chapter 20)
The Buddha is careless and cold-faced. Nothing in the world can elicit the slightest response from him.
His coldness radiates from his bones, forcing others to stay away automatically, and subconsciously feel awe in their hearts, as if even taking one step closer would be a stain on the Buddha.
Such a young man as delicate and cold as porcelain jade has become the white moonlight in the heart of the weeds.
Wild grass has a core, and the core and roots grow.
Obsession arose, she practiced like crazy, and finally transformed into a human form.
Just like what the Golden Buddha said, she is a blessing that has been cultivated for thousands of lives. She is just a grass seed in the chaos, but she can take root in front of the Golden Buddha Hall, get the opportunity, and achieve righteousness.
They say that you are a weed with no hope of becoming a Buddha in this life.
They said that you were born in the mud and are very wild in your bones. It is only the mercy of the Buddhists to keep you here. You must not cause any trouble, let alone get even half a step closer to the Buddha.
The stubborn weeds not only turned a deaf ear to these words, but even more rebelliously set their sights on the most precious Buddha in the Buddhist temple.
She knew that his true form was a tree, so she came to the bodhi tree outside the temple every day and closed her eyes to meditate.
So she waited here all day long, unchanged for a hundred years, not too far or too close, not making any sound, she just looked up at him quietly, without concealing the desire in her eyes.
I don’t know how many years passed, but the cold Buddha finally spoke to her for the first time.
"What's there to see?"
His voice was so pleasant, like nectar falling from the sky, cool and soothing. Just listening to the words coming out of those beautiful red lips was a pleasure.
Wecao looked at him quietly with a pair of dark and bright black eyes, filled with frank love and infatuation.
"You are just beautiful, I like to look at you."
Once this hole is opened, it can no longer be taken back.
From then on, Weedao became more and more unruly. From the beginning, she watched under the tree and pestered him to recite a verse. In the end, she sat directly on the tree trunk next to him and begged him to teach her how to read and read.
Thousands of years have passed. Weedao was finally able to stand beside the Buddha and speak to him once or twice a day.
Buddha still has a cold and unpretentious look, his eyes are as long and narrow as the moon, and there is a year-round indifference. Everything is not in his eyes, and nothing can make him distracted.
Weeds still like to stare at him every day.
Later, she learned his name.
So I called him in his ear every day, sentence after sentence, tirelessly and lovingly every word.
"Jun Gan, look at what I wrote, right?"
"Jun Gan, I named myself Zhou Ye. Elder Jinfo said I picked it up from Buzhou Mountain. My name is Zhou Ye. You can call me by my name in the future."
"Jun Gan, please read a few more sentences. My bones have been hurting so much recently. If you talk to me, I won't feel uncomfortable anymore."
"Jun Gan, Elder Jinfo said that the lower realm has begun to open to chaos. I also want to see what the lower realm looks like."
"Jun Gan, the elder said that the lower world is in chaos, and asked me if I would like to go down to the lower world to help Zhengxu. He also said that as long as I do a good job and accumulate more merit, I will have the opportunity to become a Buddha like you."
After hearing what she said, Fozi just raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly.
Zhou Ye stared into his eyes.
There was no shadow of himself in his eyes.
Suddenly, she broke out into a bright smile and stretched out her hand to tug on Jun Qian's sleeve without any explanation.
"Jun Gan, look at me."
Buddha followed her words and looked at her for a long time.
(End of chapter)