Super God Gene

Hanson was walking aimlessly in the street, suddenly his heart moved and his eyes looked forward. He saw only a painted white Buddha woman standing in the crowd on Long Street, smiling at Hanson himself.

“Silent Buddha girl?” Hanson was slightly surprised.

“Han Shushi can take you to visit Buddhist monuments if you need him.” The silent Buddhist woman walked to Hanson and handled the matter slightly.

“That would trouble the Buddha girl.” You're welcome, Hanson.

It is almost impossible to escape Buddhist ears and eyes within the Buddhist kingdom. Anyway, Hansen has nothing to do. The Buddha is willing to be a tour guide, and Hansen has nothing to refuse. After all, the Buddha is also an alternative kind of beautiful woman. She seems quite eye-catching.

“Please ask Shifu Han to come without saying anything. I hope he won't disappoint you.” A silent Buddhist woman walks down Long Street with a smile on her hands.

Hanson slightly felt a little strange. There are so many creatures of all ethnic groups in this city. None of them recognized the Buddhist girl without speaking, and no one cast a different look on her, which made him somewhat confused.

Seems to see Hanson's thoughts. "The Buddhist people are not greedy, they rarely walk out with their true eyes. ”

“So that's it.” Hanson nodded slightly and was not welcome, turning to ask: “I don't know what's good about the neighborhood, why not introduce Buddha Daughter first one or two. ”

“Just tell me not to speak.” Speaking of Buddha Daughter, she continued: “I'm afraid ordinary monuments of fame will be difficult to get into the eyes of Han Shushi. There is a happy Buddha Wall over 400 miles away. It is a photograph of a half-step deified Buddha king of my Buddha, and it may be worth a look at Han Shushi. ”

“You can call me Hanson, too. The Housekeeper sounds a little weird.” Hanson laughed, too.

The Buddha nodded, walking and explaining to Hansen the origins of the happy Buddha Wall, its wonderful words such as beads, and the beauty of the world, the journey is not boring.

The so-called joy Buddha wall is not actually left by the joy Buddha King, but a painting painted by a Buddha for the joy Buddha King, and then engraved on the stone wall, called the joy Buddha wall by the descendants.

Naturally, it goes without saying that one of the Buddha's very famous half-step deification, but it has passed many years ago. Only the name of the Happy Buddha still circulates among the Buddha, and it is still well known today.

The Buddhist who portrayed the King of Joy Buddha was also a legend.

If there is one of the most foreigners in the upper tribe, it is certainly the Buddha. Within the whole Buddhist country, the Buddha himself accounts for less than one percent of the population, and the rest are foreigners, of whom there is no shortage of genius.

Among the Buddhists there are many famous foreigners, not less than kings.

The man who painted the King of Joy Buddha is a foreign duke named Xinluo. He admires the King of Joy Buddha and hopes to be able to paint him a Buddha statue in any case.

There are many complicated stories. Ten times the Duke of Xinluo encountered the King of Joy Buddha, he did not get what he wanted. Until the eleventh time, the King of Joy Buddha did not allow him to paint photographs. Therefore, he left behind the wall of joy Buddha that preached all the ancient times.

After completing the joyful Buddha Wall, the Duke of Xinluo immediately closed the practice, and after three years came out, he was already a king, then more like the joyful Buddha King, and achieved half a step of mythology.

This is a famous good word within the Buddha. The New King is also a very famous king of the Buddha, but, like the Happy Buddha King, it has long been annihilated by the dust of history. All the world knows is the legend of the Happy Buddha Wall and the New King.

Hansen's story was interesting, and by the time the story was finished, the two of them had arrived at the cliffs where the Buddha's Wall of Delight was located.

Hanson thought such a sacred monument would inevitably protect the Buddha very strictly, but he did not expect that there was not even a fence nearby, and they walked directly to the Wall of Joy Buddha.

Happy Buddha's walls are engraved directly on a cliff's mountain wall, more than ten tall, with a slightly different feeling in the pounds.

Hanson watched the Wall of Joy Buddha over the stone steps in the distance, and he was somewhat confused: “Didn't you say the statue of Joy Buddha King? Why are there two Buddhas on the wall? Which one of you is the King of Joy Buddha? ”

Above the mountain wall sits a Buddha's tray knee on the lotus table with a smile on his face, but there is also a Buddha woman with legs tray between the waist of the Buddha, hands around the Buddha's neck, lips connected to the Buddha's lips.

The Buddhist woman smiled. “Isn't there a god of love among the Rebbets? Happy Buddha King is my Buddha's love god. Happy Buddha King is also known as Ming King. That Buddha is the Ming Princess. Both of them are half-step divine and inseparable from each other. They can all be called Happy Buddha King. ”

“So that's it.” Hanson said so in his mouth, but his heart secretly said: “This is just a combination of dual cultivation, I also said what a joy to the Buddha King, turns out to be an old ghost. ”

“Color is empty, sky is color, color is not different, sky is not different. The colour is also the buddha.” The Buddhist goddess spoke softly and spoke positively to Hansen.

“I don't know much about this, I guess I'm out of touch with the Buddha.” Hanson smiled.

The Buddhist girl smiled slightly: “For whatever reason, I can't solve it, but you can take a closer look at this wall of Buddha. Perhaps there will be some enlightenment. When Xinluo Wang painted the statue of the Buddha of joy, he understood the avenue of joy, and the path of joy was between his pictures. If he could get the edge, perhaps he could understand its true meaning for a moment. ”

Hanson carefully weighed the wall of joy, but he didn't see the road. He had to laugh bitterly: "It seems that I am a man with no ties to Buddha. I can't understand the truth. ”

“There's a way you can see the truth, but you need to help, don't know if you want to?” The silent Buddhist woman looked at Hanson and said.

“Of course you can't ask for my help.” Hanson laughed.

“Well, then look me in the eye, see what's in my eye?” The silent Buddha smiled and looked at Hanson, her eyes spreading like autumn water.

Hanson looked at the silent Buddha's eyes, only that they were so beautiful, and the waves of light were full of unspeakable flavors. The clear, springy eyes of that pool were intolerable.

Hanson felt that his eyes seemed to be about to be sucked into the eyes of a silent Buddhist woman, and in the eyes of a mirror, he sees his reflection.

It's just that the reflection is a bit odd, but it doesn't even fit in. It just doesn't hang from the silent Buddha's eyes in the autumn wave.

Boom!

Hansenton felt a blow in his head, with countless miscellaneous thoughts, many blushing images.

The silent Buddhist woman looked at Hansen with her eyes like spring water and a strange smile appeared in the corner of her mouth.