dragon pen

The little monk was clamoring for a drink for a while.Until later, Zhu Jiuyin wondered why such a monk would go on the road of becoming a drunkard and never return - because he had no alcohol, he played and rolled around, and the roof tiles he was on were broken several times.

The poor people in the house, who were sleeping soundly after the winter solstice night, were awakened by a series of chaotic noises on the top of their heads, and finally wrapped their clothes unbearably, climbed out of the warm quilt, and went outside for a walk. look--

Nothing on the roof.There were only a few tattered tiles, and a big hole was tossed out by something on the roof, and the wind was pouring into it... The man scratched his head and went back in a daze, and his wife on the kang raised her head in a daze : "Who is making trouble on the roof?"

"I didn't look at anyone, maybe a mouse stepped on the tiles, hey, I just said some crazy person wants to sit on the roof of someone's house and go crazy in the middle of the night... You have to let me see! Do you know how cold it is outside! It's snowing again!"

"You talk too much nonsense. Are you going to sleep? If you don't sleep, get out of the house." The woman retorted.

The man immediately turned off the fire, closed his mouth obediently, kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. The quilt on the bed moved, and the woman muttered "Your hands are so cold". After a while, the room fell into the previous tranquility again, and a long snoring sounded. The people in the house fell into a new dream...

And this moment.

They didn't know that the two "rats" that had trampled on the tiles of their house were squatting behind the firewood shed - the big one was holding the young one tightly, as if afraid that if they let go, he would go out to have fun again The smaller one only showed a pair of eyes, his eyes were wide open, but the black eyeballs were a little out of focus. When he heard the sound of snoring coming from the room, he hurriedly covered his mouth and nose. Grab it with your big hand--

"I told you to suffocate!"

While taking a big gulp of fresh air to blame, Zhu Jiuyin glanced at him and said expressionlessly, "I really want to suffocate you right now."

"Your hands are also so cold," Shi Kong said, "Don't touch me for a while, and don't grab me."

"If I don't catch you, I'm afraid that you will go to heaven while sitting and jumping into the sky."

"What is the sky-changing monkey?"

"..."

"What is the sky-changing monkey!"

"..."

"Jiujiu! Sky-Scrolling Monkey! What is it——hmmmm!"

With a dark face, Zhu Jiuyin grabbed the little monk who jumped onto her back after a disagreement, covered his unstoppable mouth with one hand, and forcibly separated him from the family they were staying with Backyard——When passing the front yard, the dog raised by the man's family barked "Aoao", Zhu Jiuyin glared at the dog, "Aoao" immediately turned into "Wooooooo", and the wolf dog put its tail between its legs I went back to my lair...

"Jiujiu," the little monk stood up and smiled, "that dog is afraid of you."

"what happened?"

"You're so boring!" The little monk laughed while tugging on the man's sleeve inarticulately, "Dogs are afraid of you—the boss is such a dog!"

"..."

"When we met for the first time, you told me that you were bitten by a dog. You really lied. Look, the dog is so afraid of you!" The little monk stopped laughing, and became serious again, "You You're a liar! I hate you!"

"It's not a dog..."

"I won't listen! Don't quibble!"

The little monk walked two steps as he spoke, and then his hands and feet became weak because of being so drunk that he couldn't move anymore.

There was a moment when Zhu Jiuyin had the urge to throw him by the side of the road—he did exactly that—but the little monk, who was so drunk that he couldn’t even walk, turned into a grasshopper in this situation. , got up from the ground, jumped up, giggled, and jumped onto the man's back. The man was knocked forward and staggered a few steps, almost vomiting his liver, and subconsciously reached out to catch it. The monk muttered: "Drive! Drive!"

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

This is absolutely self-inflicted.

At this time, the ugly clock of Anle Temple on the mountain rang.

In the upper room of the Jinling Inn on the street, a scholar who was lying on the edge of the window admiring the snow and the moon suddenly let out a "huh", straightened up a little and stared out of the window... behind him was the little girl who was busy making the bed. After hearing the movement, the book boy raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I, I, I, I seem to see a dragon." The scholar's eyes straightened with disbelief, "A huge dragon flew up from the end of the street, with black scales, emerald tail, and white beard... He flew into the clouds , there seems to be someone on the back..."

"Where do dragons come from in this world?" The little book boy laughed, "But it may be a good omen for the young master to see the dragon soaring to the sky, and he may be going to high school this year!"

Seeing that his book boy didn't believe him and was just saying something flattering, the scholar was also stunned for a while, looking at the book boy and at the dim moonlight outside the window, he scratched his head in confusion.

……

In a daze, Shikong only felt that he was floating up, his feet were hanging in the air, and the land was getting farther and farther away from him - even the house had become a very small one, and the orange candlelight shining from the house could not be seen. It really becomes a little bit as small as the tip of a candle...

Shi Kong dreamed that he could fly——

He flew up on the back of a giant dragon.

At night, the sky was very windy, and the dragon's back was hard and cold. The little monk moved his buttocks that were hurt by the stomach - he flew into the clouds, opened his arms, and the thin white mist passed through his fingers. He felt like he had turned into a bird... The wind blowing on his face just blew away the hotness caused by the alcohol in his body, and his drowsy head was slightly cleared up. At this time, a few white hairs on the dragon's back floated into him In his nostrils, he sneezed, sniffed the snot and then pulled the dragon hair: "Jiujiu, where are we going?"

Long ignored him, and just took the little monk to the back mountain of Anle Temple—the place where they first met. Leafy pine trees—this scene appeared in a painting later, but this is for a later story, so I won’t mention it for now.

At this time, the dragon shook off the little monk on his back, and the giant dragon turned into a human again. He sat on the top of the tree, folded his sleeves, and taught the human beings under the tree to look up at him: "Don't do anything casually!" Give me a name."

The little monk got up from the ground, corrected his sitting posture, and put his hands on his knees. He raised his head to look at the man sitting on the tree with his sleeves folded and looking down at him from a height: "What name shall I give you?"

"Nine nine."

"Doesn't it sound good?"

"The sissies."

"That's called Yinyin."

"..."

"Candle candle."

"What the hell is a pig?"

"Is 'Nine Nine' still the best sound?"

"..."

Zhu Jiuyin suddenly remembered a saying called "boil a frog in warm water", and he was that frog.

Rolling his eyes, he jumped down from the treetop and landed beside the little monk, and picked him up from the ground - the little monk was as soft as a piece of boiled noodles being swung by his arms Ah Dang, Zhu Jiuyin lowered her head, and sniffed at his lips—this action like a big dog made the little monk giggle again...

He's been giggling like this all night.

Zhu Jiuyin reached out and pressed his bald head: "Why are you laughing, are you tired after dancing all night?"

"Tired," the little monk yawned, his eyes narrowed slightly, "I want to sleep."

"Who are you trying to scare to death by going back to sleep so drunk?"

Zhu Jiuyin muttered, even though she said so, she still picked up the little monk and half-dragged and half-hugged him to the direction of Anle Temple on the mountain. During the process, he had to listen to the little monk who broke the precepts and chanted "under the mountain!" It's so fun" "Plum wine is delicious" "Sweet tofu nao is not as delicious as salty tofu nao" "Give me another bean paste bun, and candied haws too"... Zhu Jiuyin listened and snorted, Then the voice in his arms gradually died down——

For such a distance from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, Shi Kong was completely asleep.

When they returned to the temple, the entire Anle Temple was quiet, except for the sound of the brother who kept the lamp chanting Buddha's voice from the Buddhist hall, everyone seemed to be immersed in sleep... Zhu Jiuyin stepped lightly, looked at the Looking around, he was thinking that it would be better to take Shi Kong back to his wing and throw it somewhere for the night, but at this time, his eyes suddenly paused when he glanced in a certain direction, his red pupils slightly squint.

In the depths of the corridor that the man could see was a meditation room.

When he blocked the breath of himself and the little monk in his arms, and approached the meditation room with steps lighter than a cat, the people in the meditation room seemed to be unaware of his arrival——

There was a muffled gasp from the slightly open window.

There are two braziers in the meditation room, and the firewood inside makes a "cracking" sound when it is dry and cracked.

Two overlapping figures swayed, one kneeling on the couch near the window, and the other half kneeling behind him—looking through the gap in the window, one could vaguely see the clothes of the kneeling man Still wearing it well.Only the hem of the robe was raised high to reveal the firm buttocks... The man behind him put one hand lazily on his buttocks, while the other hand pinched the buttocks as if trying to pull it apart ...

The sound of physical impact almost covered the heavy breathing.

Under the two of them, there were handwritten scriptures scattered on the couch and on the ground... The long scroll seemed to be knocked off the table due to violent movements. One end of the scripture was on the table, and the other One has fallen to the ground...

And the person kneeling on the couch pressed his knees on this scripture——

As he moved forward again and again because of the impact behind him, the force of his knee seemed to almost crush the handwritten scriptures, the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were slightly red, and there was saliva on his lips that he couldn't swallow in time...

When the person behind him slammed into him fiercely, he struggled to turn around with two groans, and the person behind him also leaned down and bit his lip, entangled the tip of his tongue, and swallowed the panting sounds of the two of them. on my own lips...

Under the wide robes, it was impossible to see exactly what they were doing.

All I could see was that the shaking of the two became more violent.

In the end, the person who was crushed below let out a low cry, and then.A stream of white liquid dripped from the hem of his robe, and dripped onto the handwritten scriptures on his body—on the scriptures, the last word "Buddha" with some crooked writing and thick ink stains was covered by the liquid. Soaked, smudged...

The man who stood outside the window and witnessed everything raised his eyebrows slightly.

Just as he was feeling that the little monk sleeping in his arms didn't seem to be the most exaggerated one tonight, he lowered his head as if remembering something, and then realized that it was the first time he felt a little confused. The scene of measures——

In his arms, the little monk who should have fallen asleep had woken up at some point. At this moment, his eyes were staring at the two entangled in the window through the gap of the window, and he almost forgot to blink his own. Eye.

——Zhu Jiuyin is very happy to open the door to all kinds of new worlds for this silly little monk who can only chant Buddha.

——Except for this one, he refused.