After Udanhua disappeared, the man who was practicing Taoism was the first to react. He said disdainfully: "Monk, you told me, let me ask you, why don't you, a Buddhist cultivator, get tonsured? Is it because you are obsessed with appearance?"
The noble young master also added: "That's right, that's right, you've come up with this trick, maybe you're pretending to be a monk to attract the Lord's attention."
The general opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.
The Buddha said calmly: "Monks don't lie. Form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from color. Form is emptiness, and emptiness is color. Dear donors, there are many beautiful things in the world. Don't be greedy. Today is yours, and tomorrow it can be someone else's."
, in the end it’s just a passing cloud.”
The three of them were stunned again, but Fozi followed the magic envoy and left silently.
At night, Lianhua Peak, the highest peak of the Magic Mountain, is brightly lit.
The demon king's chamber was covered in red gauze, and demon envoys were coming in and out to prepare.
Youtanhua was lying on her side on a piece of smooth jade, wearing only a close-fitting undershirt. Her long, dark hair like a waterfall was spread wetly on the jade, glowing with a coquettish light. She was dozing off with her eyes closed.
The moment Buddha stepped into the dormitory, the door behind him closed quietly, and Udanhua's eyes opened instantly.
Through the layers of gauze curtains, Fozi saw the graceful figure lying on the jade stone, and for a moment he couldn't move his eyes away.
The Buddha murmured: "Amitabha."
"You idiot, why are you standing there? Why don't you come in quickly?" Youdanhua smiled sweetly, and the red gauze started to fly.
Buddha immediately took a step forward and stepped into the rolling world of mortals with the flying red gauze.
Youtanhua had already sat up. She bent her legs and looked at Buddha in white, frowning displeasedly: "Have you taken a shower? Why don't you wear the clothes I prepared for you."
The Buddha said in a serious tone: "Amitabha, self-purification means that in Buddhism, novice monks do not need to take a bath. If the female donor needs it, the novice monk can also help you purify your body, so that your hair does not need to be wet."
Youtanhua: "..."
"In addition, external things only increase greed. Female donors should not be overly persistent. What you like is the young monk himself. What does it have to do with what the young monk wears?"
Youtanhua nodded with interest: "It seems to make sense. Then take off your clothes and show me."
Fozi sighed and calmly began to untie his waist. Soon, the robe slowly slipped off, revealing first a pair of slender and strong collarbones, then the white and plump chest muscles...and then to the graceful eight-pack abdomen.
Only then did the robe completely fall to the ground.
Youtanhua swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Then, Fozi's hand reached to the waistband of his trousers.
"Stop it!" Youtanhua suddenly covered his eyes with both hands, leaving a gap between his index and middle fingers, "Put it on, put it on, it's... the night is as cold as water, so keep warm, haha, keep warm."
Buddha sighed again, bent down and picked up his robe, thinking to himself: The woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger, it is really hard to figure out.
In the delicate atmosphere, Youtanhua coughed lightly and changed the subject: "Ahem, little monk, I don't know your name yet."
"Amitabha, the little monk has no name. He was born today."
Udanhua smiled awkwardly and said: "Haha, I forgot. In that case, I am the first one to grab you, so how about I give you a name?"
The Buddha's heart: The monk can't beat you, it's not up to you.
The Buddha's face was calm: "Amitabha, thank you female benefactor for giving this opportunity to this young monk."
"Uh-huh, you're welcome," Youtanhua held her chin and thought for a moment, "Life is like a dream, how can you have fun? You monk is too angry, how about you call me Mu Fusheng if you get rid of it?"
The Buddha put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the young monk Mu Fusheng thanks the female donor."
Youtanhua waved his hand: "Oh, don't leave one female donor after another. Either you call me Lord like them, or you call me by my name, I am Youtanhua."
Mu Fusheng was stunned. There are Utanbo trees in the world, but there are no flowers. There are Buddhas in the world, but there are flowers.
He raised his head and murmured: "You Tanhua..."?
Youtanhua said with a smile: "How good, they don't even dare to call me by my name."