Dragon King weapon

The summer solstice of the 30th year of the seventh generation of Rong's No.19 in the heaven, the sky is wide at dusk.

The Emperor of Heaven held a banquet in honor of the envoys from the underworld. Halfway through the banquet, a celestial soldier came from the West Heaven Gate to report the victory.

The Emperor of Heaven came out from the palace, waved his sleeves and stopped the drums and horns in front of the hall to play and sing. Regardless of the host's etiquette, he left the banquet halfway.

All this was because the heavenly soldiers guarding the West Heaven Gate stumbled into the hall, knelt down and hoarse loudly: "My Majesty! The top of Mount Sumeru in the Buddhist realm suddenly snowed heavily, and there were endless frost and white flowers."

For Rong Qianji, there were mixed feelings in his heart at this moment, he wanted to see a serious break, and he couldn't delay for a moment.

Standing in front of the hall, Rong Qianji bowed to look in the direction of the West Heaven Gate, thinking of the Buddhist scriptures and dharma books that he occasionally copied in the bedroom in his spare time, he was filled with emotion. Immortal Yuebai often came to report important matters, and saw him copying seriously with a pen , Can't help sighing: "Your Majesty is living a Buddhist scripture, and his character and character are rare in the world, so what scriptures are you copying?"

"You are disrespectful," Rong Qianji smiled, and dipped his pen in the ink, "Actually, all these years, wherever I have been, I have been to dojos."

Burning the lamp to let him pass, Maitreya predicted his future, Sakyamuni is watching his and Chongdu's movements at any time now, the two have experienced too many sentiments and twists and turns, and now they have finally waited for this day.

It seems that Ran Deng received a light sentence, but in fact it was a heavy sentence. On the surface, only one person was crushed in the spirit stone, but in fact, he and Rong Qianji also experienced another catastrophe.

It is the season of scorching sun and scorching sun in the world of heaven and Buddha, but there is only snow flying in the mountains.

Before leaving, someone on the seat came out of the hall and asked the emperor, "Where are you going?"

The emperor replied: "The Buddha said, when people return to the evening snow."

The Emperor of Heaven took a solitary sail out of Mount Sumeru, and drove the Lantern Buddha alone to see the snow inside the prison.

When the wind came from the mountain, the Emperor of Heaven arrived at the foot of Mount Sumeru in a boat, looked up at the peak of the mountain that had soared into the sky for a long time, and regretted that he could not compare with the speed of the sun, and could not keep the heavy break.

Thousands of years have passed now, and there is only one person standing on the summit of Sumeru, with tiger eyes and bright stars, behind him is a red cloak, with incense sandals on his body, and white shoulders.

The two looked at each other from a distance at the foot of the mountain, and they were silent.

Rong Qianji has chased thousands of mountains and rivers, and Chong Duan waited for the white head of falling snow to meet again. On the contrary, Rong Qianji reacted faster than Chong Duan, soaring to the top of the mountain, landing on the snow, and walking a few steps forward .

With one foot forward and one foot behind, he crossed mountains and rivers, and then crossed life and death, and fell into the arms of his sweetheart.

Closing his eyes again, he hugged him back with all his strength.

His Rong Qianji has fully grown now, his appearance is not as immature as before, and there is a kind of free and easy atmosphere in his gestures, but now when he sees himself, he is as nervous and cute as before, he just opened his mouth and called out tentatively Sentence: "Re-break."

In an instant, their eyes met, as if they had been a lifetime away.

Rong Qianji was afraid that if he couldn't see the truth for a second, this person would return to the shrine of the temple...

Obviously, the day before yesterday, I saw it in the temple.

That day he took some newly bought paper lanterns from the market and hung them in the temple, saying that he had to spend the night in the Temple of Heaven, fearing that he would be alone, afraid of the dark and lonely.

In fact, there is no fear of the dark when there is a heavy break, only loneliness.

I have been broken for thousands of years and haven't spoken again, my body is frozen and trapped in it, I have been a guardian god in the world for about a hundred years, I have seen the love and hate wishes of countless mortals, I can't ask for it, I can't bear it, I have seen good and evil, my mind has long been deep .

As soon as he came out of the mountain, he saw the person he missed day and night, almost as if he had caught the heart that he had lost half his life.

"Thousand halberds."

The severed throat seemed to be unhealed, the hoarse voice was still there, it should be the old disease left by Chang Shengbo that year, he reached out his hand to touch Rong Qianji's eyebrows and said: "Wait a long time."

Rong Qianji was stunned, his palms were clenched tightly, he was about to bleed.

"You really made me wait..." He said in a trembling voice, his eyes were slightly red when he raised his eyes, "You follow me back to the heaven, and then I will make another copy of the Edict of Guilt."

That year, the Future Buddha showed his bodhicitta to help Rong Qianji resolve the difficulties of love, eliminate obstacles and eliminate disasters, and let him have the ability to love others even if he has no love roots. Part of the emotion here is amplified.

He knows how to take responsibility and communicate, and has a calm mind, and he also understands how to love himself and save sentient beings.

He has been the emperor of heaven in his life, he has done good deeds, he has great love, and he has rescued many people, but he has never been able to wait for his sweetheart to come back. Until now, Rong Qianji is still in disbelief, clutching his severed cuff, afraid He goes again.

Severely drooping eyes, shaking his hand, solemnly said: "Let's get off now."

"It's wrong to make a claim."

After finishing speaking, seeing that Rong Qianji was silent, he continued, "It's my fault to leave you alone in the world."

Thinking of Rong Qianji's every move over the years, Chongduan's heart beat violently, he stretched out his hand and brushed his cheek, the fiery temperature in his palm made Rong Qianji tremble all over, "The sense consciousness is still there, I remember everything you said .”

Some snow had accumulated on Rong Qianji's shoulders, and he whispered: "What did I say? I forgot."

He was very patient and said: "You said that the flowers in Lingshan are blooming, that Manzhushahua can actually meet each other, and that the underworld is not very fun."

After he finished speaking, as if thinking of something, the corners of his originally tightly pursed lips curved into a smile.

"You said you wanted to marry me, and that Tang Jian called you sister-in-law, are you contradictory?"

Rong Qianji blushed, didn't answer, and didn't want to be awkward with him anymore, she stretched her arms around his waist, just about to hug him tighter, but felt that the armor hurt her face, didn't speak, just frowned Chong Duan didn't say anything, and his movements were nimble, he grabbed the red cape on his back and surrounded Rong Qianji, wrapping the two of them tightly .

"Why, does the statue cry?" Rong Qianji was hugged into his arms and kissed softly, his head was dizzy, and his voice softened a little.

Chong Duan couldn't help saying: "If you took a knife and cut open my idol, my heart would be soft."

He lowered his head to peck and kiss the cinnabar mole under Rong Qianji's eyes, feeling that this cinnabar mole was like a drop of bone and blood melted from his heart.

"It's not the softness of heart. It's because of you, the kind of softness that can melt even stones, do you understand?" Chong Duan said.

Rong Qianji nodded.

He seemed to have finished what he wanted to say in those thousand years, and he did silly and happy things with ease.

Now facing a serious divorce, Rong Qianji only wanted to seek stability, and said: "When we first got married, you had no roots of love. When we got married for the second time, you were a stone statue. Now you and I are both awake. Tell me, when will the final couple's worship be completed?"

Chong Duan teased him: "You worshiped me in the temple, and I also worshiped you in Lingshan. You are already mine."

Rong Qianji was angry and said angrily: "You are arrogating..."

He stretched out his arm again, and lifted the red drape, covering their heads and shoulders.

"I'm going to presume," he said.

He lowered his head and cupped Rong Qianji's face, said in a hoarse voice: "The Huadiao wine, why don't you drink it again."

After many years, the Heavenly Emperor Little Dragon King shed tears again on his face, which cannot even be described in the storybooks of later generations.

Chong Duan was heartbroken, just kissed the palm of his hand like a treasure in the world, and then deeply entangled.

Mount Sumeru was snowed heavily, and it flew continuously for three days.

Chongduan has been to the underworld several times since then, the title of Hades has been returned to the five ghost emperors, the root of evil has been transformed by the underground burial king, Tang Jian is the second in command of the underworld, and he invites Chongduan to the underworld to explore.

Tang Jian often went to the War God Temple to see Chongduan, and helped Qianji a lot. He saw all kinds of things in the past thousand years, so he couldn't help sighing to Chongduan: "Since you broke into the Tiangong and saw the little dragon king. From the moment I met you, I knew that the two of you were destined to be together, and now you really want to stay together for the rest of your life... You have to treat him well, he deserves it."

The water in the Wangchuan River was a little higher, and undead and dark soldiers passed by one after another, and they stood by the river with their hands behind their backs, nodding their heads.

Chong Duan said: "I have seen too many undead since I entered the underworld. I have seen all kinds of beings in the temples on earth, but I have never seen such a clean and pure person. When I saw him cry in the past, I only felt distressed and regretful. Goodbye now." When he cries, he feels that I and the Three Realms have failed him."

Year after year in the God of War Temple, Chong Duan often thought of Rong Qianji's days without him, but watched Rong Qianji's days without him.

What are the resentments and ignorance in your heart?He only envied the sun, moon and stars.

Those things that have existed since the beginning of Pangu, the time that accompanied Rong Qianji was longer than him life after life.

That year, the government of Tiangong was restarted, and Ran Deng and Maitreya were invited to return to the throne together with the audience.

In the middle of the court meeting, he stepped out from the ranks of military generals, pulled out a long shaft and floated in the air, and in an instant, the hall was full of brilliance, and there were six large characters on the side of the shaft, which were "Book of Amnesty from the Three Realms of Zhao Dynasty".

All the immortals and gods had seen the resignation letter thousands of years ago, and they still have some impressions now. Seeing today's scene, they couldn't help sighing that the time flies by, and they started talking about it. bloody events.

Chong Duan didn't take it seriously, he faced the past calmly, just straightly cupped his hands, bowed slightly to the two Buddhas outside the hall, then turned his head inward, and spoke slowly to Rong Qianji on the throne.

"The minister escaped into Buddhism because of his sins and was ordained. Later, there was a heavenly emperor who was as pure as jade and pure gold, and helped the world with goodness and kindness. Only then can he achieve success and complete virtue, and receive the amnesty of the Three Realms.

Returning to the Heavenly Palace today, the grievances and grievances of the past are gone, it is hard to find a reunion, and I cherish the person in front of me, so as to revive the lintel of the martyrs of my family.

The minister decided to do his best to assist the Emperor of Heaven, to ensure peace in all directions, and to keep the original promise of Lingshan.

Feed each other with flesh and blood, change eyebrows and eyes, seek to marry each other, and strive to live together.

With this promise, the minister proved it in front of the Buddha. "

After the reassessment, the ink pen hangs in the air, and this paragraph of text is announced to the three worlds in a golden book.

Rong Qianji sat on the emperor's chair, ignored the courtiers who wanted to stop him, got up and walked in front of Chongduan, just about to say something, saw Chongduan leaning over and half kneeling on the ground, lowering his head.

The sky is illuminated by the Buddha's light, the clouds are colorful, and in Rong Qianji's ears, it seems that there is only one person's voice left in the world.

The half-kneeling man in front of him had once been with him as a bamboo horse, as a partner, as an enemy, as an antidote, as a monarch and minister, and even registered as a couple with a weak marriage.

The man kissed the sheath of the sword hanging at his waist with his lips.

Chong Duan said: "If you enter the reincarnation of heaven again in the next life, you will still read it."

May each other be the sheath of each other's swords, only show one's edge for one person in life, and cherish only one person's blade protection.

With a sword, block all directions.

With one person, protect the Three Realms comprehensively.

The Buddha said: "Everyone has a predestined relationship."

There are often storytellers in the later world who talk about these major events in the Three Realms, passing by a few words in a hurry, and wipe out love and hate.

The storyteller waved his fan, but he couldn't see the words in the letter clearly. He just closed his eyes and chanted slowly: "One sentence sums it up as Fengyue doesn't know the past, and the word for love is only greed."

There are often young boys who don't understand these books of ghosts and monsters, but girls feel love earlier, and ask in a low voice: "Did the little dragon king throw the hydrangea up?"

The storyteller answered her earnestly: "The Buddhist world jumps out of the Three Realms and Five Elements. Although it is said to belong to the Heavenly Palace, even if he throws it away, he won't be able to catch it..."

The girl sighed, and asked again: "It's so strange that two people have clearly forgotten each other, but they remember it again."

The storyteller stared into the girl's eyes and sighed: "Their love is just an instinct."

The noisy little boys next to them only remembered fighting and killing, so they couldn't help raising their hands and shouting, "Hey! Then, where did that dragon-slaying weapon go?"

The storyteller hid the folding fan in his sleeve, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone will not know! The murder weapon named Dragon Slaying Halberd has been famous all over the world for more than a thousand years after time has passed. A family, but few people know..."

He stopped speaking, and the children were in a commotion, scrambling to ask "what do you know?" The storyteller was silent, and the gavel tree fell sharply between his fingers. Go make up this mask.

"The growth of the little dragon king, it has grown so that it will be useless for thousands of generations, and it has grown so that Mount Sumeru will be snowed in summer, and it is only when the white tiger supervisor comes back. Do you want to say whether this is good or not? It all depends on the future. How do people write!"

The storyteller smiled, "But that dragon-slaying halberd is a peerless magic weapon, but it's a pity that it's cracked..."

It has already been turned into powder in the caress of the years.

In the end, it entered the secular world and scattered to the world.

When the spring breeze blows in the coming year, I only know that the merits and demerits of my predecessors cannot be guessed.

The storyteller accepted the business, turned to another page of folk tales and read it carefully, and saw clearly the handwriting that the little dragon king left on the rocks of Mount Sumeru in a certain year——

"If it snows on Mount Sumeru, then I will be a dragon and you will be a tiger.

You and I can't eat meat, and we can only fly for half a mile in the clouds, and we can share umbrellas in the sky and snow. In the coming year, we will go to see the Lingshan Mountain where the apricot blossoms bloom in Tiangong, pick the flat peaches you planted by yourself, weave grasshoppers with some palm leaves, and drink a pot of Huadiao. liquor.

If you want me to be more specific, you can let me be a vegetarian, break my wings, or go down to earth.

It's just you and me.

The dew is cool and cool, day and night...

All have sweet dreams. "

People in later generations often talk about the side of the row of characters at the foot of Mount Sumeru in the mythology book. After many years, there were deep marks of tiger claws, and there was a golden hook and claw as a seal, overlapping in one place, like It was stamped, and what kind of oath was made, and left to the world.

However, later on, thousands of times in the world have passed, and almost no one believes that there are really dragons in the sky, and this sharp claw has attracted many speculations...

It's all something later, so don't mention it.

Few people have seen the deep scars of the tiger's claws with their own eyes, and a line of small characters has been weathered by the years.

"I don't hate how disturbing the suffering in this life is, I just hate that it is not as good as the sun, the moon and the stars.

With you laugh and cry and persevere.

Together with you day and night and white head. "

(End of the article)