The simple holy robe and beautiful face could not hide the sad feeling of joy.
Tears flowed from his clear eyes and slid down his face.
Her red lips were as smooth as pearls, and she opened them without making a sound.
The tear crystals were as bright as broken beads, sliding over the lips.
Her slender hands, as white as jade, were raised and then taken back.
But her body was very honest. She crossed the threshold of the thatched cottage and ran towards it.
The holy robes were turbulent along the way, his long hair was flying, and his expression was extremely sad.
Behind Song Sanxi, Awen and others jumped out of the car.
Witnessing this scene, what could they think of? Seeing the saint's tears, their defenses were broken one by one, and their eyes were filled with tears.
Brother Sanxi, this woman is so beautiful that it hurts...
Song Sanxi, on the other hand, had already thrown away the telescope and ran away in large strides.
The tenderness and compassion in my heart reached the extreme.
Only he can understand the saint's mentality at this time.
She was excited, she was aggrieved, she was afraid, terrified.
She was helpless and did not dare to stay in the Holy City of Sakyamuni.
She longed for the Buddha in her heart, but could not find him.
She felt sorry for the little life in her belly and wanted it to survive.
So, stay away from your hometown, leave that place of confinement.
For her, two of the strongest monk guards had already died, and no bones were left.
Finally, in this place, she found the miracle and the Buddha in her heart.
Song Sanxi, on the other hand, felt deeply guilty.
After leaving Sakya Castle, he returned to the Yanzhou Empire and was obsessed with his family, X-fighters and so on. Missing the Saint was nothing more than missing her.
I haven't contacted him, and of course it's not convenient to contact him.
I thought about going back to see it, more than once, but I always wanted to wait until the big thing was over.
As a result, it almost became a regret.
Let this woman who is pregnant with his flesh and blood suffer such twists and turns!
Unconsciously, tears seeped out from the corners of Song Sanxi's eyes. As he ran, they slowly flowed and turned into traces of music on his cheeks.
Dunand and Adona were also excited. They quickly stabilized their bodies and called the saint to be careful where they stepped.
The two men rushed over to protect him.
It's a pity that their running speed is not as fast as Yehenala's.
In just a few seconds, Song Sanxi had already embraced Yehenalati in his arms.
More silent than sound, she lay in his arms and hugged his waist.
That perfect chin rested on his shoulder.
Tears rolled down, tears under the sun were so bright and transparent.
Song Sanxi hugged her deeply, her noble body still had a holy and pure fragrance.
However, at this time, I was excited, trembling, with mixed feelings and complicated emotions.
Song Sanxi closed her eyes, caressing her hair and shoulders, murmuring something in her mouth.
Except Yehenalati, no one could understand what he said.
Awen and others don't understand.
The two monks guard Dunand and Adhana didn't understand either.
This is an ancient Sanskrit language. Among the thousands of scriptures left by Sakyamuni Buddha, it is a scripture about love - the Heart of Joy Sutra.
"Thousands of mountains and rivers, the vast world of mortals, lonely people walking in the distance."
"Time flies and life is short. Lonely people guard their hearts."
"Those most beautiful lovers in the world are running around in the desolate world..."
"The most beautiful lovers in the world disappeared into yesterday's dream. As for meeting again, who knows when or where..."
"..."
"However, no matter the mountains are poor or the road is far, no matter the wind, frost, rain or snow, no matter the fire or the earth, there will always be a moment of warmth for a tired and determined heart..."
By this point, the voice was no longer Song Sanxi's.
Yehenalati followed him and murmured together.
Male and female sacred voices, double sound.
Like the tacit understanding of the soul, like the resonance of the soul.
This dreamlike murmur of ancient Sanskrit sounds, with its charming rhythm, impacted the hearts of Dunand, Adhana, Awen and others.
They didn't know what it meant, but they felt it sounded good, and their souls felt as good as being baptized.
It was as if this world, the colorful trees nearby, the snowy peaks of the holy peaks in the distance, and the entire desolate dense forest were all infected by an inexplicable and comfortable mood.
"When the mountains have no edges, heaven and earth become one."
"The wind and snow are the same, thunder and lightning rise, and there is no end..."
"In this world, in this mortal world, there is only you, only me, only love, only beauty..."
"..."
I don’t know when Song Sanxi’s Yehenalati finished reciting.
Awen and others were intoxicated when they heard it.
Song Sanxi had already sat down, and Yehenalati in her arms had fallen into a sweet sleep.
The two of them, relying on their amazing memory, finished reciting the nearly 3,000-word "Huanhe Sutra: Heart Difficulties" together.
Yehenalati understood, was drunk, happy, and exhausted.
When you are pregnant, you are so exhausted and you really need to take a good rest.
Song Sanxi held her in his arms and sat for a long time before standing up.
He picked her up and walked slowly towards the thatched cottage.
The cold wind on the plateau lifted his coat, her holy robe, and her long hair.
The images of the two people are like saints, Buddhas and gods, and their painting style is extremely moving.
No matter how cold the wind is, it can't erase the emotional warmth.
The door of the thatched cottage slowly closed.
On the straightened wooden bed and straw mat, Song Sanxi laid down Yehenalati.
He let her lie down and combed her hair. Seeing how holy and pure she was, he couldn't help it.
A light kiss passed through the red lips.
In this small space, the scent of Buddhist sandalwood is still as pure as immortality.
He gently pulled the somewhat worn Buddhist brocade quilt and covered her body.
The undulating body lines and the slightly protruding signs of pregnancy made Song Sanxi's heart infinitely soft.
Inexplicably, he actually remembered the time when Su Youqing was still around to raise the baby.
But now, where is she?
The child has been born, right?
Are mother and child okay?
Song Sanxi felt bitter and confused in her heart.
Got a new baby and lost another?
Is this destiny?
He sighed softly, sat on the edge of the bed, took Yehenalati's hand, and carefully diagnosed her pulse.
After this diagnosis, Song Sanxi was extremely pleased.
The saint's physique is excellent and pure, and the genes of his body are powerful enough.
The baby is indeed almost four months old and very, very, very healthy.