[Yang Jian] A lotus flower is not as good as a king for thousands of miles

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The sound drama of the same name adapted from "A Thousand Miles of Lotus is Not as Good as You" has been launched in the Himalayas. You are welcome to listen to it. Before the aftermath of the wedding between the God of Lingjun and the God of Judiciary has not dissipated, the heavenly world has released another blockbuster news at the right time. The canopy was permanently removed from the immortal status by the emperor of heaven. The reason was that at the wedding banquet of the God of Lingjun, the canopy molested Chang'e who was sobering up outside Qinfang Garden!

In the Temple of Zhenjun, Yang Jian was sitting on a vine wooden armchair, holding in his hand the decree to punish the canopy. Lingjun looked at Yang Jian and frowned deeply, knowing that it was because of the canopy, that the canopy had been kind As for him and Yang Chan, the reason why the Heavenly Emperor dealt with the canopy this time was not to give Yang Jian a disgrace. Thinking of this, Ling Jun stepped forward, poured a cup of tea for Yang Jian, and sat opposite him and said, "Yesterday I I went to see Father in Western Brahma, and heard an interesting story there, are you interested?"

Yang Jian put down the folder in his hand, and said apologetically, "I didn't notice you coming." After speaking, Yang Jian got up, took Ling Jun's hand and sat beside her, Ling Jun rubbed his eyebrows, and asked: " Have you ever heard the story of the Buddha holding a flower and smiling?"

Yang Jian nodded and said: "The Buddha held up flowers to show the public at the Lingshan meeting. Everyone was silent. Only Venerable Kasyapa smiled, and the Buddha said that he had realized the true meaning of Buddhism." Ling Jun stroked his palm and said, "That's right, The golden cicada under the Buddha's seat did not tame Kasyapa, so he annoyed the Buddha. The Buddha let him reincarnate for ten lives, and only after obtaining the scriptures can he cultivate into a true fruit. In the long run, why don't I go to Dad and talk about it, it's boring for Jin Chanzi to learn the scriptures by himself, and it would be easy to find a few helpers, but if Peng is successful that day, he must not be a person from the heaven."

Yang Jian saw that Ling Jun hadn't spoken for a long time, Ling Jun's face turned red, and said: "Okay, this matter is over. I'm here today to ask you to make up your mind about something important." Seeing Ling Jun's serious face, Yang Jian In a short time, Ling Jun took out a jade flute from his cuff and said, "In another ten days, Brother Ten will be [-] years old. I want to play a tune for Brother Ten. You Help me choose what kind of tune to play."

Ling Jun piled up all the music scores he had collected from Yang Chan on Yang Jian's office desk, Yang Jian's eyes were a little cool, "It seems that Ajiu's birthday party for Dong Jun is quite Take it seriously." Ling Jun didn't realize the deep meaning of Yang Jian's words, and said: "That's natural, Brother Ten has made us perfect, willing to endure loneliness, shouldn't we throw in the peach and repay it with Qiongyao?"

Yang Jian frowned, and asked, "Where did you learn the words?" Ling Jun nudged Qiongbi: "The few books Tao Yao brought back from the mortal world, I read them because they looked good." Playing the flute, he walked to the main hall in public, and said: "As the saying goes, I play the jade flute upstairs, the green mountains and rivers are wide and the clouds are low!"

Since then, every time a little fairy passed by the Temple of the True Monarch, she had to take a detour. Liu Liang, who had come back from the past, was going to pay homage to the Temple of the True Monarch, but was shaken back by the magic sound. When she fell into a new anecdote again, Zi Yayi told the truth of the matter: "Auntie, prepare a birthday surprise for Dongjun!"

All the immortals trembled, thinking how to find a reason to ask for leave at Dongjun's birthday feast.

But on the day of Dongjun's birthday feast, not a single immortal was absent, and the reason was also because of the sound of the flute from the Zhenjun Temple. Then the voice changed, so that all the immortals who were used to hearing Huang Zhong Da Lu all praised the beauty of the strange phonology, and they all wanted to see the demeanor of Lingjun Shangshen at Dongjun's birthday banquet.

But Dongjun drank alone like a stranger.

That's all, the sound of the flute singing and weeping by the Riyu Pool was crisp and clear, and the noisy sound was invisible. It was not until the end of the song that the immortals came back to look for the flute player, and waited for their eyes to fall there They were all dumbfounded, it turned out that the flute player was not Ling Jun Shangshen, but Erlang Zhenjun, Yang Jian!

I saw that he was dressed in white clothes like a fairy, and coupled with the white mist rising from the edge of the Riyu Pool, it was so beautiful that I could only hear the God of Yuyi who was sitting on the side, saying to the God of Spiritual Cultivation: "No wonder Yang Jian is so beautiful. The boy has been able to sit firmly on the top list of male gods in Dongze for 500 years. At first I refused to accept it, but now I have to accept it when I see a real person." Lingxiu took a sip of wine, picked up the delicacies on the table and said nothing, Yuyi said again: "But speaking of it, isn't it rumored that your sister plays the flute? How did you change Yang Jian?"

Lingxiu said: "If it's her who plays it, you will have to use the cultivation of God, then you can still sit still?" Yuyi nodded in agreement, Lingxiu raised his eyes: "But having said that, this Yang Jian Playing the flute, where did Xiao Jiuer go?"

Before the words were finished, another woman in white appeared next to the Riyu Pool. Yang Jian looked at her. He stretched his head, stretched his sleeves again, bent his waist, and had a lingering smile on his lips. Before the immortals could recover from Yang Jian's folk art, they were amazed by the woman's dancing posture again.

Dong Jun looked at the woman on the Riyu Pond who stretched out her waist for him, her coldness and brokenness in the wine glass, he pulled the corners of his mouth, drank the beauty in the cup, stroked his heart and said: "Xiaojun Son, at least for this moment, you belong to me..."