Zhengyin was chanting scriptures in the small Buddhist hall in the border city. Long searched around and saw him who was dressed like the surrounding monks and was submerged in the crowd.

He and Zheng Yin walked to the side room. Long Xun, who was dressed in a white fox fur, looked even more immature and white under the white fluff. The thing in his hand: "Little Buddha, I want you to help me find out what this thing is."

Zhengyin reached out to take it, and looked carefully. Under the sunlight, the black-purple object seemed to reflect colorful light, and said, "This thing is a dragon scale."

"It is recorded in ancient books that there are more dragons with blue dragons, but it is difficult to find a purple dragon." Zhengyin smiled, revealing two canine teeth, which made his usual deep image a little lively, "I am afraid that the dragons in the interior now , in the whole world, it is difficult to find a purple dragon anymore."

"It turned out to be dragon scales." Long Xun blinked, and suddenly smiled, "I heard from the old man in the palace that when my mother was born, there were two dragons faintly flashing in the sky, one purple and one green, and they looked huge under the reflection of the auspicious clouds in the sky. And beautiful, in the next three years, Diaoti country will have a good weather and a good harvest.”

"Master Hou and his wife are indeed very good." Zheng Yin replied, "Master Hou should keep this thing away. According to rumors, the real dragon Nilin has the ability to change fate against the sky. This thing cannot be seen through at all, even for ordinary dragons. They can also command the water tribes in Xiaohe, Dazhou. There are so many waters in the border town, so it’s not surprising that there are spirits there.”

Long Xun paused for a moment, and finally took the dragon scale into his arms carefully, patted it carefully, and then smiled at Zhengyin: "I'll bring it to Brother Zouwu for such a good thing."

Zou Wu has been having some dreams in the past few nights.

The dream is full of strange things, sometimes he has made great achievements in the government and the people, and is loved by the whole country.

In some cases, he killed and conquered border gates, and made great military exploits, but in the end he died in a foreign land, and was scraped alive in the city, until he could not die.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers who accompanied him buried their bones in the barren mountains, and the unjust souls cried for a hundred years. In the end, the stupid king's atrocities were too much, the border gates lost the generals guarding the city, the court lost the outspoken admonishers, and the country was ruined.

And every time I wake up, what I remember in my mind and what I see in front of my eyes is a face that looks a lot different, but it always looks the same.

Look around, but it's all Ah Xun.

Zou Wu thought, that might be his previous life.

He was a general for two lifetimes, but the one who followed him to the end and died was a strange-looking little white snake that couldn't possibly die.

"This is for you!" Long Xun pushed open the door with a smile, pulled up Zou Wu who was still on the bed, and handed over the warm scales in his arms.

After being exposed to the air for a while, the scales were already cold, and Zou Wu squeezed them, "What is this?"

"Little Buddha said it was a dragon scale." Holding his chin in one hand, Long Xun compared it with the other, and said, "He rubbed it with a gammasuo for a day, and finally made two small holes. Rope and you can hang on."

Zou Wu took it, and subconsciously placed it on his left chest. When he unbuttoned his clothes, he was blown by the cold wind, and suddenly felt that this movement was surprisingly familiar and terrifying.

Shaking away the image that came out of nowhere in his mind, Zou Wu looked down at his chest and said with a smile, "It really matches."

Long Xun's eyes widened, he pulled Zou Wu's clothes away with both hands, and exaggeratedly said, "It's exactly the same size!"

Zouwu had a birthmark on his chest, which ran from his chest to his stomach when he was born, which made General Zou, who was old and had a child, very nervous for a while, but as he grew older, the birthmark did not change in any way.

Now that Zou Wu is an adult, the dark birthmark on his chest is still the same size as usual, which made General Zou feel relieved.

"This dragon scale really should belong to you." Long Xun touched Zou Wu's chest with a smile, saw the real goose bumps on his body, and slowly scratched it with his index finger, "There are still nine days. "

"Don't talk about this." Zou Wu turned over and looked straight at Long Xun, "Did Zhengyin Xiaofo tell you how to solve this plague?"

"Not really." Long Xun frowned and thought for a while, then pulled his hair angrily, and said, "Every time I want to ask him, I get confused for no reason, and when I realize it, I'm already in the mansion."

"It's the same for me." Zou Wu said in a deep voice, "I have questioned him several times, but every time I failed."

Long Xun frowned, pursed his lips, got out of bed and found a pen, slowly wrote a few words on his wrist, and only after it dried, he went to bed again.

"I don't believe it, I still can't ask after this!" Long Xun pondered for a while, and said, "I remember you once said that when Zhengyin Xiaofo said that the plague could be cured, Xiao Mi kept screaming."

"Yes." Recalling that day, Zou Wu still felt his heart beating a little faster, "That feeling came suddenly, and there was an inexplicable awe-inspiring but at ease Buddha's breath from the little Buddha of the voice, Xiao Mi's voice seemed Breaking through a certain limit, and you can only feel the desperation that comes from it."

Zou Wu struggled to say this kind of toothache, but after he really said it, he felt that it was really like this.

At that time, Xiao Mi was no exaggeration compared to Du Juan's cry of blood, and his sad voice even made him tremble a little.

Long Xun buried his head in Zou Wu's arms, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't think so."

When Long Xun was awakened by the sound of knocking on the door, it was snowing heavily outside again. The snow had not yet melted and had accumulated all over the ground again. It was so white that it hurt people's eyes.

Long Xun opened the window to blow some air-conditioning, got out of bed after he became more awake, put on a cotton coat and opened the door.

Outside the door was a guest he had never expected.

That little kid named Yehe.

His voice is still immature, his appearance is cute, and his little face is even more white and tender against the reflection of a small bluish-white jade on the top of his head.

Yehe, who was dressed in a light blue shirt, immediately straightened his body when he saw Long Xun come out, saluted respectfully, and said in a childish voice, "Yehe has met the little prince."

"Excuse me!" Long Xun smiled and bent over to hug Xiao Ye, who had just reached his thigh. The child's body is very fragrant and tender, and it is no wonder that his parents always loved to hug him every day when he was a child. willing to let go.

"Are you looking for me?" Long Xun took out the sweet-scented osmanthus candy hidden under the pillow, gave some to Ye He, saw his eyes lit up, then stuffed a piece into his mouth with a smile, and asked.

"Oh, yes." Yehe patted his forehead, the hands with five small dimples looked really cute, "I've been having a dream recently."

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