"What the War Buddha wants, I have fulfilled. What I want, the War Buddha has also fulfilled me. Leave here."

He finally left.

On the way back, I felt ridiculous.

I don’t know why I followed her and suffered the cold looks from countless people.

But he didn't care about those things. What he cared about was the sad smile on her face and the trace of tears that was too late to wipe away...

After returning to the Buddhist temple, he was summoned by the Buddha.

Kneeling respectfully on the futon, her white clothes trailing behind her, the clear light reflected the meditative and noble orchids.

"Xuan Ming, have you realized it?"

I couldn't help but be startled.

He never expected that the person who called him by his name again would be Buddha.

However, before there was time to be shocked, the Buddha's words were slowly passed into his ears like Sanskrit sounds: "She is your demon. Whether she is alive or dead, she is an indelible demon in your heart. There is a rising sun in the sky and earth, how can Xuan Ming become a Buddha?"

"This is the compassion of my Buddha, her compassion, and your compassion. But are you enlightened?"

Have you realized it?

After leaving the Buddhist temple, he murmured these words repeatedly, as if some sadness had settled in his heart and could not be erased no matter what.

Later, he never saw her again, and she never appeared in front of him again.

No one mentioned her name or his past anymore, and no one linked their names together anymore.

The good story spread in the human world seems to have turned into a myth, which is heart-wrenching, but no one believes it anymore.

No one believes that there is everlasting love in this world anymore.

Because the most lasting love in this time is no longer there...

Never come back...

But even so, he accompanied the green lantern and chanted Buddha every day, but he could no longer meditate. Her face often appeared in his mind, delicate, bright and moving, joyful... but more of it was sentimental.

He always saw her teary eyes, always saw her tears falling silently, leaving a faint trace of water on her fair and shining cheeks.

But he always felt that it was a piece of blood flowing on the tip of his heart, cold and painful, calling life and death.

The oppression that makes life worse than death is suppressed in this calm Buddhist temple, and I wish that a hot sunrise would arise in my heart.

A month later, the quiet palace door was pushed open.

He opened his eyes and looked at the man who was rushing into the hall like the wind. Before he could get close, the mana around him bounced back.

"Oh, you are really good at fighting Buddha. Now with this magical power, no one in heaven or on earth can be stronger than you, right?"

The man sneered and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his usually gentle and elegant face showing a glimmer of light.

"If I had known this, I shouldn't have made any distinction between superiority and inferiority. I pushed the best woman in the world into your hands. Is this how you treated her?!"

"She is going to jump on the reincarnation stage now!"

"Why is it that the person who danced on that reincarnation stage was not you but her?!"

"For a man like you who always forgets..."

The tall figure under the green lamp finally stood up slowly and walked out of the hall after hearing the words "Reincarnation Platform".

When he passed by, the black cat demon who was guarding outside the hall stared at his face timidly and called him "Uncle."

For some reason, he slowly lowered his eyes and nodded towards her.

Then, he soared into the clouds and mist and disappeared into the Buddhist temple without a trace.

When he went there, there was already a chaos in front of the reincarnation stage. Seeing that red shadow about to jump off, he chased after her without thinking, grabbed her wrist tightly, and followed her rapid falling body.
Chapter completed!