"Thank you, little master."
Chongmen walked happily towards the side door, afraid that Chongmen Jing would get lost again.
The side gate of the temple is an incense stand, and outside is a Bodhi tree that is said to be thousands of years old.
She bypassed the incense stand, stepped out of the glass door, raised her head to look forward, and was suddenly amazed by the white in front of her.
Under the sky, the branches of the Bodhi tree rising to the sky are full of new green and charming, and countless red satin are piled up on the branches, which are cut out by the temple to write wishes for believers, and then soaked in the Bodhi tree to pray for them.
The emerald branches, with countless reds on the branches, are crumbling.
Under the Bodhi tree, the man was dressed in a white fashionable robe, standing sideways under the Bodhi tree, his robe was more than the color of the clouds, bright and clean but bright moon, and the snow of the mountains was scattered, scattered in the wind, and there was incense between the sleeves of his clothes.
His ice muscles and jade bones, his skin is clean and smooth, and his narrow phoenix eyes are deeply like the glass gems, which contains the indescribable sorrow in this world.
A line of red lips, intriguing.
He stood between heaven and earth.
The emerald colors all around him have lost their color, and only he is the most elegant and noble.
This man is better than thousands of good times in the world.
The wind comes through the forest, the handsome boy stands between heaven and earth, if it is night, he will be that touch of pure moonlight, between heaven and earth, only he is the light, sprinkled into the night, in the center of the world.
Suddenly, she remembered that she had come to the door.
If only this handsome boy in front of him is bright.
Then, the heavy door is darkness.
It is the boundless darkness of the world, overwhelming, with no way out, no end.
He represents death.
These two people are completely different, equally outstanding, and the same man who is one in the world.
It's just that no one likes to be close to Chongmen, because he is cold.
The man in front of him is even more joyful.
Xu was that she had been looking at him for too long, and the elegant man finally weighed his head slightly, and looked at Chongmenhuan lightly, his deep eyes were as light as water, and he asked softly: "Girl, but do you want to make a wish?"
” The cold wind of spring is so steep, this person gently hooks the corners of his lips, warm and warm.
She shook her head: "I don't make a wish. ” All the wishes she made would be the same as before, and they would become a nightmare for her.
Listening to her words, the man tilted his head, and his tone was so gentle that it made people palpitate: "The girl's family always has to make a wish." ” "Childe laughed, how could this wish only be needed by the girl's family!"
Chongmen Huan unconsciously hooked her lips and smiled, the man in front of her made her feel rare relaxation, in Chongmen's house, she tightened her nerves too tightly.
He raised his eyes and looked at him: "Childe can also make a wish." ” The man shook his head slightly, looked at her and smiled, much more than Yun Yue.
"The Buddha was unwilling to fulfill my wish."
The sound is like the wind in the distant mountains, sweeping over the mountains, and the echoes are endless, like pearls falling to the ground, beating the silver plate, and seducing the soul.
The noble son is full of sorrow.