I have been a fairy for so many years

The person I couldn't find, Si Ming found it right away.He was talking strangely, but I felt it.I know that this time my bell is probably tied wrongly.He didn't say a word at the moment, only to see who he was.

It's written very simply.

It is only said that this person is transformed by the aura of heaven and earth, belongs to the bliss of the Western Heaven, and is currently experiencing calamities in the mortal world.

I don't know much about the matter of immortals going down to experience calamities.After all, I am still young, not yet a thousand years old, I only know that some immortals will have this, and some will not.For example, the few immortal elders I know have never experienced calamity.Yue Lao said that this is a kind of chance, when fate is on his head, it will be you when it is your turn.Which type is also what is your turn, and you have never been allowed to choose by yourself.

This fairy book is very difficult to use. I only know that Taoist Bodhi is now in the mortal world, but he doesn't say where he is, who he is, and when he will return.Where can I find it, if he is a grass or a flower, or even a beast.That is also in the mortal world.If you don't want me to know, I just want to be curious.

Hey Sansheng?I don't believe it.After all, there was nothing wrong with him, so he patted his ass and went to the lower realm.Tell Si Ming: "If someone is looking for me, let him wait. I will go outside and hang out."

Si Ming innocently said with a baby face, "...how long will you wait."

Well, one year in the mortal world, one day in the sky.He could wait as long as he liked.

It's funny to say, when I was so angry, I felt that I didn't believe in the destiny, so I left Yuelao's advice behind me and insisted on going to Taoist Bodhi.It has been 400 years since I first saw him.

All of these, now counting, Xie Rong and Xie Rong really counted as three lives.

Speaking of it, Xie Rong is probably older than me. My name was determined by the Emperor of Heaven, but he is referred to by the Tathagata of the Western Paradise.Thinking about Sun Monkey going through 81 hardships, you know what Xitian is like.

When I found Bodhizi, he wasn't even a human being.He is just a grass with no head and no brain.I was stunned to see it - stunned that even a grass could be found by me.The second is, why is it so miserable, what can a grass that is about to die in the sun cultivate?Is it hard to eat?

Immediately, he cast some spells and poured some spiritual rain down.

It even moistened the whole land.

After taking care of it for about seven or eight days, he regained some vitality, and the leaves bloomed very beautifully.It’s fine if he’s just a person, but I’m someone who loves flowers and plants. When my interest surged, I couldn’t move.I simply built a hut next to it and concentrated on taking care of this grass.After a long time, even I began to believe that it was really just a grass.

One day, while I was watering, I became suspicious: Is this really just a grass?If this is a person, what kind of path is he cultivating?Could it take a hundred and eighty years for it to take shape?

Ah bah, I want it to take shape.It's fine as a grass, and when it grows stronger, I'll take it back to the sky and plant it in the backyard.Thinking of this, I poured too much water, and heard a voice say: "I'm going to drown."

I:"……"

The grass moved: "Thank you."

"..."

I knelt down and poked it: "Can you talk?"

It also poked me with leaves unceremoniously: "You water me with spiritual rain every day, and I will never speak again. Isn't it the most stupid grass in the world."

...and knew it was my fault.

I asked suspiciously, "Are you really a grass?"

It asked me back: "Otherwise? I didn't see myself blooming."

... makes sense.

I asked it: "Since you can speak, do you have a name?"

I think it should not have.

It answered very quickly.

"You get one for me."

Being able to revive withered grass and talk, this is like my son, I was overjoyed and said: "Oh, good. Let me think about it. I have a pen called Xiren, and you have one more... how about calling it Changshi .”

The growth is gratifying.What a mouthpiece.

It was silent for a while: "Are you really Wenchangxing?"

With this level of naming, the world's cultural fortunes are in jeopardy.

"Then what do you want to be called?"

"The one you always say."

which sentence?

I was taken aback.

It seems a little shy: "The road of blue and white flowers outside the clouds, wear green photos and head toward the court."

This is what I thought of when I had nothing to do to take care of it, and I read it in the book of some poet in the world.Seeing that it has a well-proportioned body, it can be called a beauty in the grass, so I said it casually.Unexpectedly, it has been remembered until now.I vaguely remember the word name Rong.

I thought for a while: "Rong? How about I call it Xie Rong." I smiled and said, "You have to thank the person who wrote the lyrics."

It just shook, looking very satisfied.I think it is so ignorant of life and not cold, it should be a lively temperament.I also fantasize that even if I don't want to be a lover, it's good to have multiple friends.The immortal friends I make now are all moon elders, all of whom are too old.

I even thought about where Xie Rong would live in my palace, but I never thought that one day it would wither.

It withered without warning.Only one day I got up and opened the window to see it.I saw that it had turned yellow all over and fell to the ground. No matter how much I poured it with spiritual rain, it was lifeless.

I rushed back to the sky in a hurry, turned around and couldn't find anyone to ask, so I had to rush to Yuelao again.As if he knew I was going, he had already prepared drinks.But I'm not in the mood to drink with him.

Yue Lao spread his hands: "What do I say? I told you not to look for it, you have to go. Who was the one who didn't care at that time, and who is the one who is sweating now?" He chuckled, "Wenchang, you You are slapping yourself in the face."

I bluffed my face: "He is our colleague after all, why are you so indifferent?"

Yuelao asked me back: "A celestial being who has gone through calamities, you should be jade porcelain. How can he come back if he is not dead? Don't make such a face, you were the one who killed him."

I blurted out, "Nonsense."

"What nonsense." He sighed, and put down the disintegrated red rope in his hand, "Bodhizi should have suffered from the violent sunlight and withered early at that time. This is his original ending. But you are so distressed that you want to take the spirit rain Watering. Alright. You dragged you for 30 years before going through the second catastrophe. He didn’t suffer from violence, and he will have to suffer back sooner or later. Tell me, are you doing it for his own good or for his harm.”

……

I was dumbfounded and couldn't understand: "What's so good about this kind of suffering? What can I experience?"

Yuelao asked me back: "You are not a fairy, but the void is a mess, and you have not been struck by lightning, flooded, exposed to the sun and the moon? Naturally born spiritual beings, you have to go through all the ordinary ways of heaven in the world."

I was speechless and turned away.

Yuelao shouted from behind: "Don't mess with me any more."

Yes, I don't even mix my hands, let alone my feet.

In the blink of an eye, 200 years have passed, and because I deliberately don't think about it, the matter of Bodhi Taoist is already very vague in my mind.That time when the little fairy official passing by mentioned that the Pantao Festival was coming soon, and many people came from the west, I felt that it was very familiar.On the day of the grand event, I slipped to the garden to relax. Seeing the cuteness of the peaches, I wanted to pick some.

The rules say that private picking is not allowed?

Ah.

impossible.

Who knows after eating.

When I stretched out my hand to a flat peach that looked the biggest and most moist, I didn't pick a peach, but I picked a hand.Slender and fair, looking very moist.Coincidentally, his hand was on the peach, and my hand was on his.

I:"……"

Looking sideways, the two people looked at each other for real.

At that moment, the whole garden of peaches was overshadowed.

Although it is very inappropriate to use peaches as an example, I shamelessly feel that the people in front of me are more moist, delicious and fragrant than peaches.He is dressed in a water-colored cloud robe, his hair is like splashed ink, and his eyes are like the afterglow of the setting sun.

I couldn't help but... squeezed his hand tightly.

I'm sorry, I didn't let go according to common sense.

Then he said sincerely: "Brother, do you want to eat peaches? I will pick them for you."

The brother smiled slightly, and said in a low voice: "Okay."

This is Xie Rong.

This is what he told me when we were happily sharing peaches.My peach fell to the ground at that time.He also picked it up for me.It turned out that the dead grass grew so beautifully. I don't know why, and suddenly my heart hurts even more.Violent beauty ah.

But Xie Rong doesn't seem to remember me.I asked him, "Have you ever stayed in the mortal world?"

He said: "Maybe. They all came here like this."

I deliberated and asked again: "...Xie Tianjun's body, could it be a creature of vegetation?"

He didn't deny it, but his eyes showed the surprise of how do you know.

I took advantage of the situation and asked: "What kind of precious...grass?"

His eyes suddenly became very strange.

Just say: "No."

But in the end it was never told to me.

The author has something to say:

Wenchang: To tell you the truth, I actually raised a grass.

Xie Rong:?

Wenchang (inside): If this grass has the same name as him, will the other party feel provocative, wait online, urgent.