Chapter 428： Buddhism (35)

Before leaving, Fu Yue hit the door lightly, and through the half-hidden door, she glanced at Fanxiu for the last time. With that kind of light, it was extremely deep and dark, as if she couldn't help but want to say something, but she had to bear it. Down.

Turned around.

Leave step by step.

The gorgeous eyebrows of the red banshee are deep and complicated, and the pale moonlight above the night sky sheds lightly on her face.

why……

Fu Yue could feel that Fan Xiu had feelings for her.

He indulged her to behave like a fool again and again, and even violated the creed that he had always adhered to, allowing her to behave in the world of cultivation.

Rather than saying that Brahma does not love her, it is better to say that he is unwilling to admit that he loves her.

Reminiscing about the identity of Fanxiu, Fu Yue paused, as if she had thought of something.

Half of the girl's face was concealed in the night, and she squeezed the tips of her sleeves. The corners of her eyes were narrow and the curvature of the ends of her eyes was very beautiful, like the thick ink sweeping out.

Is not willing to admit it.

still can not?

...

Inside the Zen room.

The snow-clothed monk meditating cross-legged, he closed his eyes, his curled eyelashes drooped softly, his face was so pale that he couldn't see any blood.

He put his hands together.

The thin lips were closed together, chanting the scriptures in a low voice.

Suddenly, Fan Xiu's eyes opened.

His face became extremely ugly at this moment, his slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a bit of indescribable pain flashed across his face.

Fanxiu bent down.

Unexpectedly, a mouthful of blood just vomited out.

Fanxiu seemed to have expected this result a long time ago. He did not have the slightest surprise, and the corners of his pale lips evoked a helpless arc.

Raise the white wrist.

See it right away.

A blood-red line mark, very thin, slowly from bottom to top, rising at a very slow speed, if you don't look closely, you can't see it at all.

It is about two inches away from the base of the palm.

In the early years.

The oath that Brahma had made was actually fulfilled at this time. He once vowed to serve the Buddha with his own body in this life and this life, and he would never be contaminated with the entanglements of love in the world.

And now, even Buddha was aware of his betrayal...this was punishment.

Brahma Xiu knew that the appearance of this bloodstain was a sign that he had already admitted his feelings for Jiang Si in his heart.

He didn't even want to deceive himself.

Love is love.

What's the fear of death?

The monk in Xueyi's eyebrows were meticulous and picturesque, and the corners of his **** lips gradually evoked a smile of relief. His eyes were sad and regretful, but he did not regret at all.

What if the Buddha bones that are about to become mature are destroyed?

What if I betrayed my beliefs.

Brahma is not afraid of death.

It's just a pity that I can't accompany the girl who made his heart beat.

That's why he resolutely rejected Fu Yue.

Since she is destined to be unable to stay together, why bother to involve her.

Even if you work hard to stay together for a lifetime, but the distance is too far torn day by day, this love that shouldn't be there will eventually end.

There is a kind of love that can only be hidden in my heart forever.

The snow-clothed monk's beautiful and gentle eyes dropped, he stood up, walked to the side of the bookshelf, opened the hidden compartment, and took out a folding fan from inside.

The finger touches the fan bone.

Brahma Xiu was shocked, his fingertips shrank fiercely, and he froze in place again, his expression flashed unnaturally.

This folding fan was thrown away by Fu Yue that day, but he picked it up and kept it well.