She is as beautiful as a fairy, absolutely charming. Any man who looks at her will be fascinated by her ecstasy and will never forget it. But her beauty was unknown to anyone until the Tang Priest and his disciples passed by. That is a picturesque man, and neither a monk's robe nor a mord can stop many beautiful demons from falling in love with him, let alone a queen of a girl country who has never seen a man. He upset her peace, upset her elegance, and even upset her heart like water, as if it were wrinkled by the spring breeze. How many words I want to pour out in my heart are swallowed down my throat. She can't say, let alone say, that she loves him, respects him, takes his faith as her belief and his happiness as her happiness, so she can't let her love bind him, so she decided to let him go and stay for a few more days. Maybe it's an ordeal arranged by God, a life-and-death test. Of course, scorpion essence comes from her love for Tang Priest, but she is beautiful, but her heart is ugly, far less than one-tenth of that of the queen of the daughter country. Therefore, Tang Priest saw two completely different ways of love, one is barbaric and selfish, the other is gentle and selfless, and love is like a drizzle, quietly moistening his heart. He's human, too. Even though he practiced in his previous life and today, he is still a mortal, but he can't and can't have love, and he can only bear it silently, but his heart falls in the palace wall surrounded by the Buddhist paradise road. She can still protect him at all costs in the disaster. After suffering, she can only fulfill his great cause and let him go to the west. Everything will be the same, but the unforgettable love will end with the four of them drifting away. Even a monk who has never touched a leaf in the world of mortals, like a golden cicada, can't help crying quietly, but how can she know that her heart of stone is as hard as his Tang Sanzang's and she is moved by her family? The girl country makes people see sad love. The queen watched them leave sadly on the wall. He promised that he would send her the scriptures, so she waited all her life for this promise that she didn't know when it would be fulfilled. The story of man, Buddha and demon is interpreted in a way close to life. Many times this is love. Obviously want to let go, but cling to the last hug, tears streaming down her face, and then look forward to an infinite hope, even if it is slim.