Chapter 1653： A blue lantern with ancient Buddha (7)

Chapter 1653 A blue lantern with ancient Buddha (7)

"No, the benefactor, Lao Na just sees that you have a relationship with the Buddha, and is willing to take you there, instead of letting you become a monk. The choice is all up to you."

The old monk looked at Song Yiyang with muddy eyes but full of Zen.

Song Yiyang wore a red dress, without wind, his enchanting face, only a smile of relief was left, and he was still so handsome and innocent.

He looked at the lights of the distant city, it was a thick smoke and fire.

"What's the difference? It's not a matter of time."

He said faintly, with a pair of peachy eyes, he has seen through Hong Chen.

A prophecy.

A few years later, he ascended to an immortal, and the Heavenly Buddha wanted to take him as a disciple and cut his three thousand hairs.

He laughed, and his love roots were cut off. What is three thousand hairs?

Without the hair, it can't affect his peerless look. Wherever he went, I don't know how many young girls begged him to return to the vulgar.

After years.

Song Yiyang did not expect that he did not see Wushuang, but first saw her daughter Xiao Rou'er.

It was in the lobby of an inn in Shijue City, before Princess Xia Ling's invitation.

He didn't recognize it at first, because Xiao Rou'er and her brother Xuan Xi had changed their faces, but her cunning and innocent eyes made him familiar.

"Shu Mi! There is no one here, you can sit here!"

The little girl was small, with two small twitches on her head, very cute, her eyes were black and white, as if they were shining.

She slapped the seat next to her with her fleshy little hands and asked him to sit in.

"Thank you, little donor."

Song Yiyang chuckled and sat down. The little guy raised his small face and stared at him for an instant. As if he was out of control, he stretched it out and touched the soft thinness of her head. hair.

Then he squeezed the two cute little twitches again, and put his hands back solemnly.

The little guy smiled, his smile was very healing, and for some reason, his mood became very relaxed.

"Do you drink tea? The nun has never had it!"

Xiao Rou'er brought him the tea in front of her, looked at him expectantly, blinking like a deer, as if she wanted him to accept it.

Song Yiyang brought the tea over with joy, and the little guy's eyes seemed to have a strange magical power, as if he would drink it willingly even if she brought him the poison.

This kind of feeling is wonderful, he has never experienced it.

But he was not disgusted at all, he liked this little bit from the bottom of his heart, without any reason.

This kind of love is pure without any impurities.

"Shu Xiao, drink my tea, it's mine! Don't be afraid of Shu Xiao, you will be covered by your daughter in the future!"

Seeing him take a sip, Xiao Rou'er said happily, with a sweet smile.

Song Yiyang almost squirted out the tea in his mouth.

Xiao Xuanxi on the side wanted to go up and cover his sister's mouth.

Lao Dao and Fu Yao covered their faces. They didn't look at them. They didn't expect that even though Xiao Rou'er was a little bit, but she was quite a charming man. They didn't know how many fish there would be in Xiao Rou'er's fish pond when he grew up. .

It didn't take long for Song Yiyang to learn the identity of Xiao Rouer and Xiao Xuanxi.

Because Wu Yan is here.

He naturally recognized Wu Su.

Xiao Xuanxi said "Uncle Fox" and he knew the identity of Xiao Xuanxi.

Back then, he had seen Xiao Xuanxi from a distance. At that time, he was held by his father Long Moshen, about the same size as Xiao Rou'er now. In a blink of an eye, he was already so big.

Xiao Rouer is his younger sister, who must be the daughter of Long Moshen and Wushuang.

It's no wonder that Xiao Rou'er feels so kind to him. It turned out that it was because of Wushuang.

He closed his eyes and slowly turned the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Xiao Rou'er likes him and Wu Yan, she should be just a pretty uncle.

But he did not expect that after this, Xiao Rou'er would often come to him to play. She was very good at entertaining herself. Holding his prayer beads, she could play for a long time. Sometimes she often talked to herself and said something cute The words of love sometimes make him laugh and laugh.

She is like a pistachio, with her, as if there is no trouble in the world.

Later, the evil Buddha perished, and Xiao Rouer grew up day by day.

He was in the immortal realm, and even the Master Tian Buddhism seldom came into contact with him, but Xiao Rou'er, who he watched and grew up day by day, was also the person he had come into contact with the most after coming to the immortal realm.

He doesn't know why Xiao Rou'er likes him so much. Every year, she takes time to live in the Snow Mountain of God's Domain for a period of time. Obviously, the land of Buddhism is the most boring. She has never liked boring things.

After Wushuang and Long Moshen went to the immortal world, she came more often.

The old small glutinous rice dumplings are now slim and graceful, both like Wushuang and Long Moshen, with an aura and exquisite appearance. It is said that the young Junyan who pursued her has gone from the spiritual world to the underworld.

"Uncle Yiyang, I'm here again! Why don't you go to me every time I see you?"

The girl came with the wind and snow, her black hair was stained with a few petals of winter plum, and she snorted and took a sip of water from the cup on the table.

Song Yiyang frowned as she watched the cup she had drunk while she was holding it to drink.

"Rou'er, you are no longer young, you should know the difference between men and women."

Long Yirou then noticed that the cup he had just drunk had only been used before, and her face blushed, she put the cup down and said:

"Uncle Yiyang, why are you so stingy? People just use your cup. I'll wash it for you later."

Seeing him not speaking, she thought he was angry, and hurriedly went over and shook his arm, saying very affectionately:

"Okay, Uncle Yiyang, don't be angry. Grandfather, grandmother, and my brother are urging me to practice every day. Isn't it difficult for me to come out? Waiting for my parents to pick us up to the immortal world, it will be difficult to see you at that time Up!"

Hearing the three words for immortality world, Song Yiyang's beautiful brows frowned almost invisible.

No one knows how big the gap between the immortal world and the immortal world is.

If she went to the immortal world, she might not have seen it for many years.

He was silent. Long Yirou didn't know his mood changes. He never liked to talk. She talked a lot. She sat next to him, chatting about recent times in the fairy world and some interesting things.

In the past, he would always curl his lips and smile, but today, there is no smile in his long and narrow eyes.

He was dressed in red, with prayer beads in his hand, but he looked extremely lonely.

Long Yirou's voice gradually stopped.

"Uncle Yiyang, are you in a bad mood? Have you encountered a bottleneck in your cultivation? Or..."

"No, you go back, I am going to retreat."

Song Yiyang closed his phoenix eyes and turned away thousands of miles away.

Long Yirou opened his mouth, pursing a little aggrieved:

"It's not easy for me to come out. Can't you accompany me to eat, drink and drink tea before retreating?"

"Let's go back."

He sighed slightly.