Feng Xie was stunned for a moment, then smiled lowly, with a hint of inferiority flashing in his downcast eyes: "Do you think I kill too many people?"

"No!" Jian Yao explained, "Buddha does not abandon all sentient beings. If you have the intention, you can also put down the butcher knife!"

Feng Xie raised his head and smiled, walked quickly towards Jian Yao in a few steps, and then picked her up without hesitation: "Sakyamuni Buddha meditated under the bodhi tree for seventy-seven forty-nine days and achieved enlightenment.

And there are a total of 7,749 steps from here to the main hall. Jian Yao, if I carry you through these 7,749 steps, will our love be able to become a true fruit?!"

Feng Xie asked a little excitedly. His eyes were shining like stars, looking into the depths of Jian Yao's soul. Under those blue eyes were deep feelings and prayers. He was begging her, begging for her forgiveness. These days, he

Jian Yao saw all the careful care and careful testing, but she still couldn't open her mouth.

Feng Xie hugged Jian Yao carefully and gently, and his heartbeat became clearer. Jian Yao leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes, feeling so sweet that he felt sad. There were a total of 7749 steps from the steps to the main hall. He walked through,

From the day she said she wanted to go to Jing'an Temple to offer incense, he came here dozens of times every day. In fact, Jian Yao knew

He said, maybe that part of the road is not the forty-nine steps, but he stubbornly practiced it into the forty-nine steps, just because he wanted to get her forgiveness, and he answered the Buddha's words, in this love competition, she is the kite,

And he always held on to the thread that tied her tightly. No matter how hard it was, he was still unwilling to let go...

He practiced every step extremely thoroughly. The rhythm of the steps, the width of the strides, and the even and calm breathing. Jian Yao could carefully read the story he laid out with his eyes closed. Tears fell quietly and disappeared.

On his shoulder...

Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine...

Feng Xie's feet suddenly moved up powerfully, and she stepped through the door of the hall, walked to the desk, put her down, and carefully brushed the dust on the futon with her sleeves. This brush was brushing away the doting in her heart.

It's the estrangement in my heart.

Jian Yao knelt down, bowed deeply, and did not get up for a long time. She buried her face in the incense dust on the Buddha's table to hide her already wet face.

When he got up, he had already left. He still didn't believe in Buddhism. He only believed in himself...

Jian Yao no longer had the intention to worship Buddha, burn incense, and kowtow solemnly three times. She got up and walked to the backyard of the monastery. The old trees in the courtyard had entangled roots. She could no longer hold back her tears. She hugged the tree trunk and cried unbridled. Occasionally, the young monk walked by.

She looked at her curiously and frightened. A pair of hands behind her held her shoulders, Feng Xie's chin rested on her head, and he whispered in her ear:

"marry me!"

Jian Yao didn't answer. Transparent tears flowed from his eyes, sliding down his thin face and slowly soaking into the trunk of the old tree.

"Marry me and I will let the black general and the hundreds of prisoners go. This time I will keep my word and I will never lie to you again, okay?"

Feng Xie's hands went around Jian Yao's body and wrapped her cold fingers, clasping them together and placing them on his chest. He turned sideways and kissed her face. The salty water, with its body temperature, melted on the tip of his tongue.

, Feng Xie trembled slightly. He understood that this was the feeling of heartache. The person he loved most, how could he love her to make up for the harm he had caused her?

The high-pitched sound of wooden fish all around mixed with the low-pitched Buddha's chant, resounding through the temple filled with fragrance in the early morning... Feng Xie was stunned, and smiled lowly, with a trace of inferiority flashing in his lowered eyes: "Do you think I kill too much?

many?"

"No!" Jian Yao explained, "Buddha does not abandon all sentient beings. If you have the intention, you can also put down the butcher knife!"

Feng Xie raised his head and smiled, walked quickly towards Jian Yao in a few steps, and then picked her up without hesitation: "Sakyamuni Buddha meditated under the bodhi tree for seventy-seven forty-nine days and achieved enlightenment.

And there are a total of 7,749 steps from here to the main hall. Jian Yao, if I carry you through these 7,749 steps, will our love be able to become a true fruit?!"

Feng Xie asked a little excitedly. His eyes were shining like stars, looking into the depths of Jian Yao's soul. Under those blue eyes were deep feelings and prayers. He was begging her, begging for her forgiveness. These days, he

Jian Yao saw all the careful care and careful testing, but she still couldn't open her mouth.

Feng Xie hugged Jian Yao carefully and gently, and his heartbeat became clearer. Jian Yao leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes, feeling so sweet that he felt sad. There were a total of 7749 steps from the steps to the main hall. He walked through,

From the day she said she wanted to go to Jing'an Temple to offer incense, he came here dozens of times every day. In fact, Jian Yao knew

He said, maybe that part of the road is not the forty-nine steps, but he stubbornly practiced it into the forty-nine steps, just because he wanted to get her forgiveness, and he answered the Buddha's words, in this love competition, she is the kite,

And he always held on to the thread that tied her tightly. No matter how hard it was, he was still unwilling to let go...

He practiced every step extremely thoroughly. The rhythm of the steps, the width of the strides, and the even and calm breathing. Jian Yao could carefully read the story he laid out with his eyes closed. Tears fell quietly and disappeared.

On his shoulder...

Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine...

Feng Xie's feet suddenly moved up powerfully, and she stepped through the door of the hall, walked to the desk, put her down, and carefully brushed the dust on the futon with her sleeves. This brush was brushing away the doting in her heart.

It's the estrangement in my heart.

Jian Yao knelt down, bowed deeply, and did not get up for a long time. She buried her face in the incense dust on the Buddha's table to hide her already wet face.

When he got up, he had already left. He still didn't believe in Buddhism. He only believed in himself...

Jian Yao no longer had the intention to worship Buddha, burn incense, and kowtow solemnly three times. She got up and walked to the backyard of the monastery. The old trees in the courtyard had entangled roots. She could no longer hold back her tears. She hugged the tree trunk and cried unbridled. Occasionally, the young monk walked by.

She looked at her curiously and frightened. A pair of hands behind her held her shoulders, Feng Xie's chin rested on her head, and he whispered in her ear:

"marry me!"

Jian Yao didn't answer. Transparent tears flowed from his eyes, sliding down his thin face and slowly soaking into the trunk of the old tree.

"Marry me and I will let the black general and the hundreds of prisoners go. This time I will keep my word and I will never lie to you again, okay?"

Feng Xie's hands went around Jian Yao's body and wrapped her cold fingers, clasping them together and placing them on his chest. He turned sideways and kissed her face. The salty water, with its body temperature, melted on the tip of his tongue.

, Feng Xie trembled slightly. He understood that this was the feeling of heartache. The person he loved most, how could he love her to make up for the harm he had caused her?
Chapter completed!