there is a dragon lying

Mang Jun, who revisited his old place, stood under the tree at the entrance of Leiyu Temple, and few people came to offer incense in the small temple on the barren hill.

He looked at the dilapidated temple gate, and remembered that when the abbot was still alive, the small temple welcomed batch after batch of believers, pilgrims, and dignitaries.

None of them are for this small temple.

But for the real spiritual abbot in the temple.

The host is actually not young among human beings, but his practice is advanced and his face is not easy to age. He always smiles softly and has compassionate eyes. Mr. Mang has seen many beautiful people, green, fat, red, thin, and graceful.

But they are not as clean and pure as the abbot who hangs his head in front of the Buddha and twirls the beads, transcending the common world. There is a kind of human bone and soul that are beautiful, so they attract batch after batch of people who follow the illusory feeling. Want to hold on tight.

Back then, the little black snake was coiled on the branch of a tree and stared blankly for a long time, day after day, month after month, finally couldn't bear it and sneaked in, nestled in the corner of the temple and listened to the man chanting sutras, as if Never get tired of hearing it.

The abbot also found him, and definitely recognized him. The little flood snake is not an ordinary snake, but a demon clan.

The abbot did not drive away the mangjun.

Still meditating.

In that era, the relationship between the monster clan and people was very tense. Once the monster clan was found, the practitioner would ignore the three sevens and 21, and just focus on one word: kill.

Mangjun was found to be a little apprehensive and afraid. Although he had cultivated into a jiao, there were too many human beings with amazing cultivation and superb means. For example, the man in front of him, Mangjun didn't want to mess with it.

The black little snake wanted to leave, but the next day, a small dish of sesame oil was placed where he usually stayed. Snakes can smell the aura emanating from it and know it is a good thing.

Ding's bigger golden pupils stared suspiciously at the abbot sitting on the futon. He vomited snake letters and tilted his head foolishly.

The abbot suddenly opened his eyes, and the terrified Mangjun retracted his head that was protruding out, coiled up the snake's head high, and hissed to warn and threaten!

"Hey-hahaha."

Mang Jun didn't expect that the abbot covered his mouth with his sleeve, and suddenly burst out laughing. It carefully stared at the man, fearing that he would attack him.

When the abbot finished laughing, he was really finished, and began to chant sutras, ignoring Mr. Mang at all.

The little black snake was silent for a long while amidst the mantra, then dipped the tip of its tail into the sesame oil in the small dish, and spread it on its scales...

Since then, one person has one flood, which has brought them closer virtually.

After another half a year, winter came, and the snake still retains its natural instincts without going through the dragon transformation. It is afraid of the cold and sleepy. Every time it climbs one meter, it will turn into a snake stick.

It watched the abbot send away an official who came to visit and had countless servants in his own exclusive corner of the temple, and then carefully climbed two or three meters towards the abbot.

The monk's clothes are so thick, it should be very warm... it thought.

The abbot immediately noticed it, turned around and squatted down, and looked at it for a while.

One person and one dragon just looked at each other like this, the abbot raised his hand slightly, and the little snake retreated like a black lightning for several meters!The abbot stiffened his hands in mid-air, and began to shrug his shoulders and laugh again.

The startled little Jiao Snake finally relaxed when he heard his laughter, swam and crawled to his feet, raised his upper body, wobbled in the air, and lay on the abbot's lap like a fool .

The abbot touched Mang Jun's icy cold scales, his brows and eyes were downcast and extremely gentle, he picked up Mang Jun, stripped off his clothes, and stuffed it into his warm chest...

so warm...

The snake coiled into a ball, rubbing its head against the finger of the abbot who reached in and stroked it, and suddenly felt that it should like this human being very much, and this human being should also like it very much.

After thinking about it this way, Mangjun decided to move the snake nest into the arms of the abbot in the temple.

They have spent many years together, many springs, many winters.

Watch the green grass shoots emerge from the ground where the dead leaves are piled up together, and watch the green trees turn yellow again and fall back to the earth together. The four seasons of the year are like a kind of reincarnation.

When the interest comes, the abbot will put rouge on its forehead, saying that the snake is too pale in human form, and the pale lips of human women will be painted with lip balm, powdered on the cheeks, and stickers on the forehead. You have to learn talent.

"But you are a male snake, you can't do those things, why don't you order a red dot, and you will gain popularity all at once."

The man was always smiling, kind and calm and strangely warm. Mr. Mang blushed and folded his shoulders in embarrassment, and leaned forward with his upper body, asking him to apply some rouge with a fine brush.

Occasionally, the abbot will bring Mr. Mang to explain the scriptures to the little demons wandering over. It is a rare opportunity to improve their cultivation. The rabbit spirit that eats grass, the fox spirit that eats rabbits, and the snake spirit that hunts fox cubs, they all get along with each other because of the abbot. Respectfully gather at the gate of the temple, waiting for the night when the moon is full, the abbot will open the gate of the temple, chant and chat with these special believers.

The little animals stood upright and listened like a man like a maniac. When the scriptures were over, they still bowed to the abbot and bid farewell.

Every time Mangjun sees such a scene, he feels that the abbot is really powerful, like the master of all things, he has a trace of admiration and admiration.

Until the day when the Mangjun transformed into a dragon, the abbot denied him...

Recalling this, Mang Jun's face with a smile on his lips suddenly turned cold. Those warm memories seemed to be covered by a black mist of hatred and resentment. He didn't know why the abbot didn't fulfill it at that time, and why he passed away the next day. However, the pain of ruining everything from scratch made Mangjun sober more than anything else.

Humans are liars!

He thought, suddenly he felt someone watching him, and when he turned his head, he found that it was a young monk. The young monk was fair and tender, but his complexion was not good. He was standing beside the old abbot who took over the temple, looking at him from a distance Gentle and peaceful, as if the sky and the earth are clear...

Mang Jun froze in place, not only because of the familiarity of his eyes, but also because he hid his figure, no human beings could see him at all, but human beings are also special children with special eyes.

"What are you looking at?" the old host asked.

"It's nothing." The little monk took the hand of the old host and smiled, "Let's go back, Master."

"it is good……"

The backs of the two disappeared inside the temple gate, but Mang Jun couldn't regain his senses for a long time. After wandering around for several hours at night, he finally turned into the temple and came to the little monk's bed.

The little monk was reading scriptures. The tea leaves in front of the table were freshly brewed, and there was still white mist. It seemed that he had timed the time to wait for him. Mang Jun sat on the chair silently and picked up the teacup to drink water.

The little monk didn't speak, and after reading the scriptures, he covered himself with a quilt and went to sleep as if there was no such person in the room. Mang Jun didn't say anything, and sat with herbal tea in his hand all night...

Later, they somehow made an agreement. Mangjun wore a black robe and hid himself in the temple every day to watch him chant scriptures with his master. He would light up the lamp and read for a while every night while making a cup of tea.

Year by year.

The people in the temple changed one after another: "Teacher, why are you sitting there alone?"

"Junior Brother, why did you stare at Ye Zi for so long?"

"Brother, brother! You came to the back mountain to see the snow alone again! Your health is not good, in the future..."

"Master...is there someone next to you?"

The man who had become an abbot from a young monk stood up, rubbed the head of the young novice, and said with a smile, "It's been 20 years, and you are the only one who is smart."

He got up and left, and Mang Jun, who had been by his side for more than 20 years, had never been noticed, also stood up with a smile and fell behind him.

The little novice saw that the abbot took out a small dish and put sesame oil in the corner of the temple, and saw that he always went to the back mountain of the temple alone, and saw that the chest of his monk clothes was occasionally bulging, as if hiding some small animal.

The little novice monk heard from his brothers that the host was alone, but the little novice knew that the abbot always smiled and talked to the open space around him, so there must be other "people" by his side accompanying the abbot.

"It's been 20 years, have you found the answer?" In the evening, the man hugged a snake, a black snake that should be called a dragon, and asked gently.

Answer: The answer to why the abbot denied himself hundreds of years ago, and the answer to whether the person in front of him was a 'former abbot' after 20 years of getting along.

Mang Jun didn't know, he hadn't found it yet, but he ran out of time, and soon he was going to cross the catastrophe and transform into a dragon again.

Holding his new abbot in his arms, he didn't continue to talk, but on the eve of crossing the catastrophe, he suddenly took out a box of red rouge from his arms, dipped a little bit of it on his finger, and touched it between the eyebrows of the reckless gentleman who hadn't guarded against him.

Mang Jun stared at him, looking at the abbot's smiling face, his heart was turbulent for a moment, as if everything had been answered, his golden vertical pupils shed tears, and he suddenly understood why he had to linger again for so many years.

He doesn't hate the abbot...

Mangjun suddenly understood that it was a moment of anger many years ago. Maybe he couldn't help but return to the abbot after he calmed down, and went to the abbot to explain, thinking that no matter what the abbot said, he would forgive him, because he was used to it. In order to regard the place around the abbot as his home, he wants to go home, he just wants to go home...

But the abbot is dead and gone.

No home, no explanation, no reason to go back...

The four seasons of the year are a reincarnation, what Mangjun resents is the accident of suddenly disappearing and changing the sky, which made him a child who lost his temper and wanted to never go back.He has been waiting for the reincarnation of the abbot, no matter where he goes, he will return to Leiyu Temple, looking forward to the reunion with that person.

The abbot said: "You go to cross the robbery, I will wait for you here."

Mang Jun asked: "Will you explain to me this time?"

The abbot said, "I will."

Mangjun went, he knew what reply the abbot would give him after he had survived the thunder tribulation, and he returned to the temple after arduously surviving the thunder calamity.

Dressed in black clothes, Mang Jun sat on the futon, the abbot who was waiting stood up and adjusted his seat, with his back to the Buddha and facing Mang Jun.

This posture, the expression on his face, and the subtle details all overlapped with the past in an instant, making Mang Jun, who had neglected a lot because of excitement, suddenly separated from the truth like a layer of gauze.

Mang Jun instantly understood.

His lips trembled, as if he was about to cry.

"Abbot, there is thunder and rain in the sky, is there a snake here that transforms into a dragon?"

The abbot smiled softly, took out the rouge that he had only used once in his arms, and applied a touch of red between his brows. He said: "There have been no dragons in the world, so there are no snakes and dragons here."

"..."

The golden light of the transforming dragon dissipated, but Mang Jun, who had expected it, sat on the futon indifferently, his golden pupils imprinted on this person, and tears flowed from his eyes that couldn't be contained.

There are no dragons in the world, why are there no dragons?Because the way of heaven has long not allowed such a race to survive.

He didn't take it seriously at the time, but now it sounds like the only truth of the past few hundred years is the truth that made the abbot turn his back on the Buddha and block everything for him!

"Don't cry, don't cry..."

The abbot wiped Mang Jun's tears away, his fingers were warm, Mang Jun's favorite temperature.

"Your comprehension is very good, and your bones are not bad. It's only a few hundred years and you're going to cross the catastrophe again. I don't know how many times I can block it for you, but I've counted it, and there will be a turning point in the future."

"I don't want to change planes, I don't want to... Can you please don't go? Don't go..."

"This is a bit difficult."

The abbot wiped the corners of his eyes with a smile. When Mang Jun said: "I will have no home if you leave", the abbot also cried, but he didn't make a sound, nor did he let Mang Jun see him. Hold him in your arms, resting his head on your shoulders.

Warm tears ran across the abbot's face.

With his back to the Buddha, holding the dragon in his arms, he looked outside the temple where it was another spring.

"Don't cry, I promise you, I will come back when the snow falls all over the city."

"..."

At night, the abbot passed away.

Mang Jun turned into a small, black ball and nestled in his arms, feeling his body gradually turning from warm to cold, and accompanied him on the last journey.

Originally, a master like him should have kept the relics, but the abbot paid a very high price. After his death, except for his already terminally ill body, he left nothing...

[The author has something to say]: Hey, I don't care, I have to code the episode first.

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I want you to understand why I don't abuse Zhouzhou and halberds, I am absolutely merciful, top the pot cover

I am updating a chapter around one or two in the morning.

Mangjun is over after the episode, and then there is him in the main drama