Dragon King weapon

Dawn was approaching, and countless birds were startled in the forest of Mount Sumeru.

The Buddhist world is boundless, and the three thousand worlds revolve around Mount Sumeru as the center, and there are nine mountains and eight seas beside it, and Mount Xuedou is one of them.

Right now Maitreya Buddha’s Bodhi Heart is shaking the Buddhist world with a loud bang, like a torrent hitting a mountain, a cloud of smoke rises from Mount Xuedou, it is very dazzling, and there is a faint sound of dragon chant breaking through the layers...

There was a slight shock in the Tiangong, and the gods returned to their positions. After careful judgment, it was confirmed that the voice came from the Buddhist world, and almost no one dared to act rashly!

The fairy servants only wondered where the dragon was...

But now in the Three Realms, there are still dragons who can sing and howl freely. Isn't there only the Dragon King left among the dragons with spiritual consciousness?

There is only one tiger and one dragon left in this world, and there is nothing else.

The shocking expressions of all the immortals in Tiangong are wonderful, so I won't mention them for now.

Rong Qianji transformed into a dragon soaring across the void of the Buddhist world, and turned back to Mount Sumeru, the journey was long and tiring.

It took about several hours before he landed at the foot of Mount Sumeru. Looking up, he found that the mountain was [-] yojanas above the lake. At first glance, it looks a bit like a spiritual mountain in the heaven.

Just now, the future Buddha is so merciful and merciful. With the aspiration of Bodhi, he seeks the Buddha way, transforms all living beings, and helps him overcome this difficulty.

Bodhicitta is called "medicine", which can eradicate all kinds of diseases and calm people's afflictions and obstacles, and the obstacle of Rong Qianji comes from Chong Duan.

Maitreya Buddha melted his bodhicitta into Rong Qianji's body, and radiated Buddha's light with his cassock, saying: "Rong Qianji, you are the emperor of the heavens, in charge of the gods, but you spent the first half of your life between love and hatred. Now the grievances are over. , You should try your best to save the common people."

"Let's see how lucky I am for the rest of my life, and I will determine my merits and demerits in the future."

After finishing speaking, Rong Qianji clearly felt that the bodhi heart had melted into his bones and blood, as if there was a rush of heat in his heart, he raised his head instantly, his eyes were as clear as a mirror.

He had a tacit understanding with Chong Duan in this life, and now, he finally felt the same way.

Immediately afterwards, Rong Qianji bid farewell to Maitreya Buddha in a hasty manner, and came to Mount Sumeru alone.

There is a vast expanse of blue, the sky is full of rainbows, and the sunrise in the east is about to pass over the mountain. The tenth day will begin immediately, and the execution will be severed.

Rong Qianji flew up, but the top of Mount Sumeru could not be seen, when he found the entrance, the golden light had already diffused over the treetops at the top.

In the huge cave, it was cold and damp, Rong Qianji was carrying the dragon-slaying halberd, and stopped a few steps away from the execution platform like a lightning strike.

There were some flowering vines growing on the top of the cave, with waterfalls and flowing water on its back, and on the gleaming execution platform in the middle, he saw his severe death.

The man stood on a platform made of stone.

He is dressed in black armor, cloud-headed bird boots, and a red cape like fire. His back is extremely straight, his chin is slightly raised, and the arrogance of being young and ignorant has disappeared from his face...

From a distance, it still looked as it did in memory.

"Break!" Rong Qianji almost stumbled in.

Chong Duan's originally calm eyebrows collapsed the moment he saw Rong Qianji, and when he heard Rong Qianji's voice again, his ears felt like they were exploding.

It was Rong Qianji.

It's his little dragon king.

He stood where he was, trying to hide, but his heart was so painful that he didn't want Rong Qianji to see himself like this, until Rong Qianji jumped onto the execution platform without hesitation, and he still hadn't recovered , his eyes fixed on Rong Qianji, as if he wanted to keep something.

Rong Qianji stood on the execution platform with him, his legs were shaking.

He stretched out his hand to hold Chongbro's face, but only heard Chongbrou's lips tremble slightly: "Qianji...it's dawn."

The tenth day has arrived, and the Buddhist realm Mount Sumeru will carry out the execution.

The golden light from the sunshine completely leaked into the cave, and the severely severed lower body, the back and lower abdomen began to turn into spirit stones, and they were frozen in place and could not move.

Panting for breath, Rong Qianji hugged him, and just touched his back with his palm, only felt the coldness on his buttocks, and looking at the spine, the spirit stone had already wrapped the back of his head.

Rong Qianji has not shed tears since he woke up, and now he seems uncontrollable, the tears cost no money, no life, rushing out of his eyes, his voice was trembling, and he couldn't speak clearly: "Why on earth are you , left me again?"

Severely broke and mourned, did not answer his words, only softly said: "Don't cry."

Rong Qianji shook his head: "You have been waiting for me for nine days, right?"

"Qianji," Chong Duan didn't answer him, called his name, just looked at him fixedly, and said hoarsely: "Don't cry."

Seeing Rong Qianji weeping, his heart felt like a knife, subconsciously wanted to catch the sweet pill that fell on the ground with his hands, but he forgot that his hands were covered by the spirit stone and bound to his side, unable to move.

"You, don't cry."

Rong Qianji refused to listen to the persuasion, and wanted to stop the spirit stone from continuing to execute, but how could he possibly be able to defeat the Dharma, Chongshen's chest was clamped by the spirit stone, he couldn't breathe, he opened his mouth, his eyes were full He hid countless words, but never said them again.

"Snow God Teng Liu, she is the Snow God, she might make Mount Sumeru snow, there must be a way! Now that the palace is warm in spring, she has free time, I will go and beg her, beg her to come to Mount Sumeru to clothe snow,"

Rong Qianji was almost incoherent, "Do you still remember that when you were in the world, you said my statue was good-looking, and I said you were obviously more beautiful, but now I don't want to see it, I don't want to see you..."

Now the spirit stone has climbed to the Adam's apple of the neck, it is difficult to speak even if it is severed, only the lips can move, but the eyes are tightly locked on Rong Qianji, exhausting the last bit of strength to remember his eyebrows and eyes.

Chongjuan didn't know what kind of situation and what kind of world he was about to face.

He has been fearless all his life, but now he is too scared to close his eyes, he is afraid that if he has no chance to appear in the world again, he will never have the chance to see this face again.

Or one day, the Buddha will be merciful and send him into the six realms of reincarnation... Not to mention whether the Meng Po God still remembers him, he is afraid that he will not recognize Rong Qianji again after reincarnation.

He allowed himself to make such a mistake once, but he would never tolerate it, making it a second time.

But now Rong Qianji, crying in front of him, watching him "dead", asked him why he left him in the three realms for the second time.

Rong Qianji didn't know what he was thinking at this time, but just hugged the big half of the stone statue and didn't let go, watching the spirit stone attached to the severed auricle, gasping for breath, choking the blood that was surging from his throat.

"Heavy Duan, listen carefully," Rong Qianji said slowly, "I will wait for the snow to fall on Mount Sumeru...I will wait for you."

At the moment when Lingshi was about to cover his severed lips, Rong Qianji stood on tiptoe, held up half of his cold face, and kissed his lips.

Rong Qianji didn't quite understand, so he just pried his lips and went deep.

The broken kiss was fiery and affectionate at first, and as gentle as a jar of the best wine in the world. Rong Qianji was so drunk that she was physically and mentally broken, almost melting in it, and a mole under her eyes was hot and red.

The two sucked and entangled, and burned each other, Rong Qianji gasped and kissed him, closing his eyes and not daring to look at him, until the remaining warmth at the corners of his lips melted into coldness and hardness, and finally they separated infatuatedly.

One person and one stone statue burst into tears.

Chongduan has turned into a statue of a mountain and stone god and suppressed Sumeru.

The expression he left in the world at the end was extremely gentle. If it weren't for the inherent fierceness in his brows, his tall and broad back, and his black armor and iron soldiers, how could he tell that this is a god of war? idol.

The young man has sword eyebrows and star eyes, his thin lips are tightly pursed, and the tip of his jaw and nose has a golden glow, and he looks heroic.

The place where the gaze goes is very narrow, so narrow that there is only one of his little dragon kings.

Rong Qianji burst into tears.

The sky outside was completely bright, and birds were singing everywhere. It should be that the group of birds that were scared away by the future Buddha's spell had returned to the mountain again. Rong Qianji smiled wryly, and actually felt a little envious of them.

He stretched out his hand to touch the material of the stone statue, only to feel that it was black and rough, and the hard grinding feeling rubbed against his fingertips, which made his whole body tremble.

Rong Qianji stared at the veins protruding from his wrist, his eyes were slightly red.

It's obviously an arm with a pulse and texture, why can't it move?

The red line on the severed wrist was very faint to the naked eye, like an ignorant craftsman who chiseled it roughly without care, and there was no trace at all, let alone a red line.

Rong Qianji looked up in silence.

He stretched out his index finger and put the tip of his finger between his teeth. With divine force, the fangs of the divine beast appeared, half of his body's dragon horns popped up, and scales covered his face.

He made up his mind and bit the skin violently.

Then raise your hand to wipe on the wrist of the stone statue, go around little by little, and draw a circle of scarlet thread with dragon's blood.

Rong Qianji retreated from the execution platform, stood in front of the platform, raised his head, and looked at his sweetheart in this posture for the first time.

In the past, he had always been the one on top, and the one on the bottom. The latter knelt down and raised his head, his words were resonant and forceful.

With a pain in his heart, Rong Qianji stopped thinking about it, his eyes were red from crying, staring at the red line drawn with blood on the stone statue's wrist, he gritted his teeth and said: "Heavy break, now that the red rope is tied, you and I can't do anything anymore. The way back."

When Mount Xumi rose again at sunset, Rong Qianji still hadn't left. The gods in the Heavenly Palace were impatient, so they sent people to look for him. Several heavenly soldiers and generals came chaotically with Luanjia, and Yuebai Xianjun knelt down and called his name.

In this trance, Rong Qianji seemed to see the day when they reunited, thousands of underworld soldiers and horses behind him, and the military flags were unfurled, very majestic.

At that time Chongduan thought he was meeting Rong Qianji for the first time, and turned his face away to cover up his uncontrollable emotions, but the shock in his eyes still did not escape Rong Qianji's eyes.

His young man broke through the 33rd heaven and came back against the wind.

Parting in the world is bitter, and the world is far away. The two of them are only in their twenties, but they have already tasted it all.

The warm wind blew over the top of Mount Sumeru, the shadows of the sky flew over the rainbow, and the punishment of heaven was over.

It will be another good season when the spring flowers bloom all over next year.

After Rong Qianji returned to Tiangong, not only did he not suffer from a serious illness, but he always remembered the oath he made to the future Buddha, worked hard day and night, and often led troops to practice in the martial field. Don't get close.

The dragon-slaying halberd, after staying with him for a long time, is no longer sharp, the cracks are getting deeper and deeper, and the powder is finely broken. Rong Qianhalber sent someone to pack it in a glass box and put it in the Dragon King's palace.

Yuelao stopped urging him, and Immortal Yuebai occasionally turned into a unicorn and prostrated himself on the ground. Rong Qianji also sent someone to reward those crab sisters and sturgeon spirits before. The water is like the ground, already flowing and moving... But everyone, they will keep silent about the word "heavy break".

Needless to say, during the cold winter, one season has passed, and all the spring events in the heavenly world have faded away. If Rong Qianji hadn't used his divine power to carve traces on the rocks of Mount Sumeru to count the time, he would often be alone facing this lonely mountain and pity the water. It's hard to remember how much time has passed.

He often went to see Chongduan, but that person lived a simple life, just standing there, staring intently, not eating, not sleeping, not crying or laughing, as if he was dead, but also alive.

"During the time you were away, I have been to the underworld several times. The gate of hell is really difficult to enter. Why did you lie to me?"

Rong Qianji opened a pot of wine, regardless of whether anyone responded to his words, he continued to babble: "It's obviously Dong, but if you want to tell me West, are you afraid that I will look for you?"

After taking a few sips into his throat, he suddenly thought of something, blushed, and said, "Hey, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said that the ghost emperor didn't repent enough, so he needs to be locked up for a little longer... By the way, Tang Jian is waiting in the world. For several years, he pestered me to call me sister-in-law."

"On the day you became a stone, Yuebai bought some apricot blossom wine in Lingshan. He said that more than half of the peach trees you planted died. Yuebai asked me to find the flower goddess Yi and let her revive those peach trees. "Rong Qianji whispered, "Guess, did I go to find Nu Yi?"

Rong Qianji licked the sweet stains on the corners of her lips, and narrowed her eyes with a smile: "It must not be, I will wait for you to come back, and then I will plant it with my own hands."

There was silence all around.

The jug fell to the ground, and a large piece of the fine apricot blossom wine was spilled, Rong Qianji stood up slowly, seemed a little drunk, with a hazy look in his eyes, and whispered something in the direction of the Chongdu God statue "I lied to you".

In order to save those peach trees, he and the flower goddess Yi went down to the earth to find the land lord to get some good soil, and after taking good care of them, they managed to save a batch... But I don't know if the branches will bear some flat peaches next year.

"Do you still remember that when we were young, we skipped the martial arts sword class and ran to learn Yufeng. You asked me why, and I said I wanted to elope, stepping on the clouds and breaking the sky. You and I want to surpass the world of mortals and escape faster. The farther the better..."

"On the Huangquan Road, I saw many undead who were reluctant to part with the world, and I also saw the flowers blooming by the Wangchuan River. You said that their flowers and leaves never meet each other, and they can't be moved by hand... But I was that day. , quietly applied some methods, and there were two pairs of flowers and leaves, which were close together, as if they were kissing."

"That day at the last moment, I kissed you... Doesn't that mean that even if you have been trapped in this cold spirit stone, you will always be taken advantage of by me at any time?"

The entire Mount Sumeru, the wind rides on the blue sky, only the whistling sound is heard.

Still no one answered him in the cave.

One day in the sky, one year on earth.

When the Lantern Buddha issued another order to send the stone statue of Mount Sumeru down to earth, it was already a hundred years later in the world.

In a mountain in the world, there is a war god temple out of thin air. Ran Deng deliberately made it dilapidated, as if it had been standing for thousands of years. Occasionally, people from the world strayed into the excavation. I vaguely remember that there was a book about this god in the book , So once it is passed on to ten, ten to a hundred, people often come to worship Chongduan.

There are faithful men and women, there are red candlesticks and incense, most of them are soldiers who are about to go to war, bring their wives and belts, or candidates for the military examination who want to enter Chang'an City and win the first prize in one fell swoop, together with their parents, come to seek fame.

The re-broken shrine is carved from the black spirit wood of Tiangong, with a large base and a shrine on it. It is engraved with patterns of auspicious clouds, swords and swords, and the six characters "White Tiger Supervising Soldiers God" are written horizontally. According to folklore, it can subdue ghosts. Invincible is the God of War who protects the Dharma.

And his long but slightly short life seems to be like this, trapped in this small, square world.

Occasionally at night, Rong Qianji was busy with the affairs of the heavenly palace, and entered the world as a mortal, hastily spread the soft mat, and on the cotton mattress, slept the temple like a dragon bed, and had one dream after another with Chongduan .

When he first arrived, Rong Qianji was worried about this wilderness, there was only one temple here, and he even summoned the local land master to meet him, the latter was a little god who had just ascended to the fairyland, and he had rarely seen the face of the emperor of heaven, and he hadn't had time in the future When asked why His Majesty cared so much about this God of War, the Emperor of Heaven said calmly: "He is called Chong Duan, the God of War in the Heaven Realm hundreds of years ago, he is my general and my lover."

Later, one day when Rong Qianji came to visit the temple, someone put a merit box in front of Chong Duan, and there was a lot of money in it.

Rong Qianji has gradually learned how to have fun in hardship, took out the money and went to look at Chong Duan's eyes, the man was still staring at one place, even the folds on the skirt hadn't changed for hundreds of years.

"If you acquiesce, I'll take these and add some things to the street." Rong Qianji smiled at him with squinted eyes.

The underworld is calm and calm, Tang Jian came here alone, maybe he has been in the underworld for a long time, his expression is much gloomy, but his tone of speech is still the same as before, he knocked on the merit box with a fan, and said with a smile: "you Clever, and cheat some happy money from the world?"

"People in the world are always seeking perfection from the gods and Buddhas... and I don't know that it is because of too many regrets that there is such a word as perfection."

Rong Qianji sighed, using a pair of cloth shoes to kick the rolling stones at his feet, suddenly felt the toes were bleak, and his heart ached unbearably, he continued: "How am I lying? It's just asking for some, accumulating some blessings, so that I can go to heaven Make a wish and ask if there will be snow on Mount Sumeru.”

After Tang Jian left, Rong Qianji went to the market with money in his pocket, and then returned to the temple, where he filled the room with sandalwood.

When he fell asleep at night, if he got closer to the shrine, the jade javelin around his neck would burn. Rong Qianji suddenly remembered that there was still a broken half-soul and half-soul in it, so he held it like a treasure, and occasionally woke up at night. , glanced at the god statue above his head, and then quietly said to Yu Yazi: "If you are so fierce, I won't sleep with you."

That Yazi seemed to understand it, it was no longer so hot, and the sword in his mouth softened, he lay down in Qianji's quiet bed, smelling the sandalwood in his nose, and slept very peacefully.

On the day of Qixi Festival, a magpie bridge was built outside the Tiangong.

Rong Qianji didn't let a group of immortals surround him to watch the fun, but went to the human market, took some copper coins from the merit box, touched the river lanterns, and said to himself while walking: " I remember all those who invested money in you, and I will keep them blessed in the near future...you should thank me."

After finishing speaking, Rong Qianji stood alone among the crowd, and looked up at the lady who was throwing the hydrangea on the high platform, remembering that one day, she said again, "You throw the hydrangea, and throw it into the sky."

He didn't understand at that time, but now he understands, he fled away from the bustling place, and stood under the tree to catch his breath.

Really, miss him so much.

After every household in Chang'an City lit up their lamps, although the lights of thousands of families could not find their own place, Rong Qianji got used to the loneliness, and rushed back to the temple with something in his pocket. Once the wine jar was put down, he knelt down in front of the god statue, Pulling out the red hijab bought at the market, with the spiritual power of his fingertips, he put the red cloth on his severed shoulders.

"I've been to the mortal world a few times, and I saw that in the temple you and I went to that year, beside my statue, someone made a small statue of you, but it's not the most like this place..."

Rong Qianji reached out and lifted the lid of the wine jar, saying: "This place is real, and so am I."

"All gods in the world have a layer of red cloth on their shoulders for auspiciousness, you can accept it, just treat it as it is," Rong Qianji choked up, and said in a trembling voice, "I will also put a red cloth on your shoulders once." Hijab."

The re-broken statue remained silent, standing there, looking at a place silently, his eyes had been weathered for several years, and looked a little hollow.

Rong Qianji didn't care, rolled up his sleeves and poured two glasses of Huadiao wine, saying: "I can taste the taste of Huadiao."

"Do you think it's a coincidence? Maybe it's the one you went to. It has become a century-old shop. The shopkeeper is a young man. He said that there was a story passed down in his ancestors. It is said that a ghost once came here to find wedding wine. , said which lady is going to marry as his wife, I couldn't help asking one more question, and the young man showed me the painting made by the shop owner back then..."

He put the wine on the severed altar, and there were some fruit and rice wine on it, and brushed it all aside, laughing at how he used to be so closed-off and not fond of words, now he talks so much, as if he had seen all the beautiful scenery on a good day, They only want to talk to Chongduan.

Rong Qianji said: "He said that ghost, a gentleman is like a sword, with tiger stripes on his temples, and a gloomy air all over his body... I think it is you."

He raised his cup of Huadiao away and smiled, "Which lady do you want to marry? It's all like this, why marry?"

"I'll marry you." Rong Qianji drank the glass of wine in one gulp, then stared at the broken glass, longing for the wine to sink little by little.

But no.

He raised his eyes and saw some sucrose sweets left by mortals on the altar, unconsciously said: "I remember, you said that you also want to eat sweets."

You don't want to see me cry either.

Rong Qianji closed her eyes, unable to cry anymore.

Before the end of the year, new flowers bloomed all over the Lingshan forest. The fragrance of the year, the flowers are lazy and idle, and the beauty is too beautiful. It can be tolerated by thousands of halberds. Seeds, a few plants were planted in the world.

Later, everyone in the world knew that there was a young man who lived in the Temple of the God of War. He was very handsome, and now he had a cinnabar mole that looked really good-looking.

Occasionally Rong Qianji wiped the statue with the silk handkerchief from Tiangong, saying that the statue is very precious, and if it is damaged even a little bit, the gods will be furious, and the catastrophe is unbearable!

So, so... You can't leave a little dust, and don't let people touch it.

Nourished by the essence of the sun and the moon, watered by the aura of heaven and earth, one day those peach trees in Lingshan that were rescued by Rong Qianji and the flower god finally lived up to expectations, and there were a few poor green peaches scattered here and there. It's not well developed.

Rong Qianji couldn't control so much, he picked four or five flat peaches from Lingshan, and ate half of them on the way, and he didn't feel sour.

Too excited, he forgot that there were still some pilgrims and tourists visiting during the day.

Those mortals, when they saw a luxuriously dressed, golden young master suddenly appearing in the temple, holding two or three green and red peaches, they almost thought it was a fairy coming down to earth.

Those who knew him recognized that this was the young master, and they all said that he was overbearing, and they were all amazed.

Rong Qianji pursed his lips and said nothing, put the green peach on the altar and arranged it neatly.

After a while, some pilgrims with sharp eyes saw the status of the statue and exclaimed and knelt down. What's more, they all backed away while kneeling, terrified and awed.

The wind from the mountains blows across the red tiles on the roof of the temples. It is said that there is a sigh in the Buddhist world, which accidentally leaks into the human world.

Later history records——

"In the 25th year of Yongsheng, strange things happened in the Temple of War outside Chang'an City.

The son offered peaches, and the statue shed tears.The world is amazed. "

①You Xun: It is about the distance that a cow can walk for a day.