there is a dragon lying

Go home when the snow falls all over the city, go home when the snow falls all over the city...

Mang Jun was alone, and after countless winters, finally, one year after people wore weird cheongsams and made many tools he didn't know, the abbot came back.

Mangjun is about to cross the catastrophe, so the abbot came back again.

This time the abbot was born unable to hear, speak or see clearly.

Like a punishment, his soul was thin and unstable, his spiritual power was low, and he became a cripple after leaking the secret.

But Mr. Mang did not dislike him, and even slipped into his lapel for a long time, and slept in a warm nest.

They all know each other well that the abbot can't hold on to the next time, and this is already the last reincarnation.

So they cherish the last time very much, as long as they stay together every day, it's fine not to be apart, even if they just sit dry, they are so warm and happy.

Lighting rouge, the abbot still insisted on lighting rouge for three lifetimes. It seems to have become his hobby. Now he can't see Mang Jun's face, hear his voice, or say words of praise, but as long as Mangjun supported his wrist, and pressed his rouge-rubbed fingers on the center of his brow, and the man would laugh.

He closed his eyes tightly, with a contented and reluctant expression on his face.

Whenever Mangjun looked at his smiling face at this time, he always felt that there was something else between them.

Sweet and sour, not annoying.

Everything in the world is passing by and has changed a lot.

In this life, what people pay attention to when offering incense is not whether they have real talent or learning, but that the monks in the temple are mysterious enough, the legends are weird enough, and the abbot is old enough, so they become a fairy mountain Buddhist temple with spirits.

Therefore, the really capable 'abbot' has never been the abbot, but because of his disability, he has suffered all the cold eyes of the monks in the temple.

He used his savings to entrust the farmer who went up the mountain to deliver vegetables to buy rouge. The farmer promised well, but he told others in a blink of an eye, saying that the blind monk in the temple was dishonest and greedy for women. The female pilgrim who offered incense secretly met!

People are always particularly interested in this kind of affair between a man and a woman. As it spreads around, more and more people gradually know about it. People who offer incense always look at him with strange eyes. door, sullenly told other monks to arrest him and search for things.

Mang Junqi's eyes were red, wishing he could eat them all!

But the man grabbed his sleeve to prevent him from doing it, and finally the rouge was found. The shell-sized ceramic box was thrown on the man by the exasperated old host, and it fell on the ground and broke, not to mention the rouge inside. Scattered and mixed with dirt.

Mangjun was so angry that he went berserk, threw off the man's sleeves that restrained him, turned into a giant dragon and sent all the monks flying out with their tails!

Those stupid things rolled on the ground like potatoes. They were all dizzy and had seven or eight broken chest ribs. They went to see the blind monk and found that he had disappeared...

Mangjun was afraid that the monk would be angry with him, so he didn't kill him, but just carried him away with a straight face, and left the temple.

The monk touched his side face with a smile, as he used to touch his scales, as if to say: "I don't mind, don't be angry."

"Hmph!" Mangjun's face was still gloomy, and he could only hold back his anger, because even if he said this, this person couldn't hear him.

After leaving the temple, with Mangjun's ability, they naturally have no worries about life.

Mangjun doesn't care about the temple, he cares about the monk in the temple, and his home is the monk's embrace.

The invisible 'abbot' is always smiling, Mang Jun nestled next to him, holding his hand and touching the center of his brow, feeling the delicate warm touch, he had the illusion that this person thought the same way.

But the good times always come to an end.

Mangjun is about to cross the catastrophe again.

The black dragon hid in the quilt and lay down like a snake stick, thinking: let Lei Jie kill me, he can live on, and I don't have to hurt him anymore.

After thinking about it, he began to hate his talent that he was quite proud of. Why is it so good, why can he survive the thunder calamity without practicing? !

A warm hand stretched in, gently stroked the black stripes.

Knowing that it was a monk, Mangjun poked out the black dragon's head from under the quilt, and said, "I don't want to turn into a dragon anymore."

No one answered in the room, so he said to himself: "I want to be with you, I want to watch the snow with you, I want to lie in your arms and listen to your chanting, I want to..."

It is enough to want to stick it at the closest position to you forever and ever.

The more he talked, the more flames burned in his heart, making his eyes reddened and feeling extremely tormented.

Maybe the monk knew it too, so he sat on the edge of the bed more gently than usual, rubbing the scales on Mang Jun's body with his fingers, Mang Jun turned over, hooked his hand with his small claws, Ni Lin touched him too.

The man was startled when he touched a few scales that grew upside down, and then reacted immediately, and scratched lightly with his fingernails in a funny way to show that he knew.

Mang Jun hooked his warm palms with his paws, and a huge coquettish sound came out of his throat, and his vertical pupils reflected his side face.

"You look so good-looking."

"It's really beautiful," he said.

After Mang Jun said this sentence seriously, the monk who couldn't hear or see still had a gentle expression, but he himself instantly let go of the burden in his heart and understood his own mind.

Some things have to be experienced even if you don't want to.

Such as aging, such as death, are all like this.

Mangjun and the abbot went back to the temple. The temple was dilapidated and no one was there. Recently, the human race also started fighting, which was very serious. The people in the temple must have run away or were killed.

As time goes by, the third life is in a hurry.

They are back to square one again, same position, different mentality.

Mang Jun has been hiding for a year and has reached the limit, the sky is full of thunderclouds, and the arrow is already on the string, so the abbot finds a futon to sit on, and then still faces the mottled Buddha statue with his back to Mang Jun.

He is a monk, he is so pious, Mang Jun accompanied his third life, every time he recited the scriptures morning and evening, studied hard, delved into the Dharma inside, took a broom and carefully cleaned the fallen leaves and dust in the temple, year after year, day after day , ever.

But the devout monk chose the little jiao in the end, betrayed his faith, and smiled at Mangjun gently and peacefully.

He stretched out his hand and waved at Mang Jun, and Mang Jun walked over silently, and this man wrote two words on the palm of his hand.

- let's go.

"..."

go where?Mangjun asked himself, but he held his hand and refused to let go. The man shook his head and continued to write on his hand: "This should be the third dragon transformation I want to do for you. After this time you There will be a chance, I counted a chance. '

Mangjun was suffering in his heart, anger and sadness made him pull the abbot's hand fiercely, and wrote: "Then have you ever calculated when you will come back?" ! '

The slender and callused fingers moved, and the abbot finally wrote with a smile: "When the snow falls all over the city, I will definitely come back." '

……you are lying.

you are lying! ! !

Mang Jun yelled at him: "You won't have a next life at all! You're lying! You're lying!" He roared, tears running down his face.

Those who come back when the snow falls are all liars, all lies!

'Really, I don't lie to you, try it if you don't believe me. '

The abbot gently groped over, rubbed Mangjun's head, opened his mouth, and told lies that no one would believe.

'I'm amazing, how could I die like this?I'll come back here again, okay?Let's try it. '

The thunder grew louder.

Mangjun's excited expression gradually calmed down, even extremely cold. He glanced at the thunder cloud outside and knew that no matter whether he went or not, this person's death date is today. This is preordained, and no one can change it.

So he soared into the clouds, turned into a dragon, and rushed to the sky. When he came down from the thunderstorm, he held the man's palm and wrote every word, until his whole body trembled, and the blood dripped from his biting lips.

The abbot's smile remained unchanged, and he kept opening his palms until he finished writing, only his closed eyes gradually became more moist...

Finally, that sentence was written.

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

Abbot wrote:

"There are no dragons in the world, so there are no snakes and dragons here."

boom--

There was lightning strike on the wall of the temple outside, and the masonry exploded, making a big hole in the wall, as if the heaven was venting its dissatisfaction, and finally the clouds had to clear up and the dust fell to the ground.

Mang Jun did not turn into a dragon.

The abbot is still dead.

Mang Jun hugged him this time and kept talking to him, and his fingers rubbed the center of Mang Jun's brows carefully, but at last just after dawn, the abbot's hand slipped down.

Mang Jun, who would not wait until the person in his arms responded, was stunned for a while, hugged him tightly, and continued.

He talked for a long time until the body of the person in his arms smelled bad, so he buried him in the back mountain of Leiyun Temple.

The abbot said that he will have a big opportunity in the future, he must seize it, maybe they can meet again.

Mangjun thought it was Hualong, in order to reunite, he has been waiting for the fourth thunder disaster, but it can't be done, since the abbot died, he has become Mangjun's demon.

There are no demons in the heart, so why talk about crossing the catastrophe?

So he waited and waited, Mang Jun finally waited until one day a woman named Yun Chen woke him up and told him that there were still dragon balls that could transform dragons...

……

……

He lost.

On the mountain path behind the temple, there are four big holes the size of fingers on Mangjun's neck, and blood spurts out, soaking his heavy clothes. to go down the hill.

The blood spots are behind him, like an unbroken thread.

The crow on the top of the tree opened its mouth and let out a cloudy roar, scolding Mangjun for being a ridiculous bug.

Mangjun glanced at it with cold eyes, and the next moment the black mist turned the crow into a puddle of flesh.

Mangjun continued walking.

The air was so cold and his body was so cold, he exhaled in large expanses of white breath, his golden vertical pupils were lifeless, such a cold and snowy weather reminded him of that man's warm clothes.

He came to a repaired tomb in the back mountain, took off his coat, and turned into a small, black dragon. The little dragon took out a small box from his pocket, and slid into the inconspicuous snake hole. go in.

A lot of blood was rubbed on the soil, Mang Jun didn't care, he said in his heart when he got into the grave: "I'm back."

Abbot, how are you doing alone?Did you continue to chant?Have you ever thought about me?

I bought Rouge.

Do you want to draw?

The little snake bypassed the stone bricks and entered the circular tomb. Inside was the coffin of the abbot. Blood was dripping from its neck, but it still managed to climb up with its claws on the edge of the sarcophagus. It easily pushed open the lid of the coffin. bones.

It spat out the cosmetic box in the air into the coffin and said, "It's snowing a lot outside, are you coming back this winter? It's so cold, please warm me up."

It climbed into the coffin, its pointed dragon head pushed into the skirt of the monk's robe, and clung to 'his' chest as before.

Although he often came to change the monk's clothes, and although the bones were clean, these could no longer give Mang Jun the warmth he had back then, but Mang Jun wrapped his injured body around the bones as if he had sensed a familiar body temperature...

"Abbot, I failed."

"..."

"You said that you are very powerful and will definitely come back, I believe, so when will you come back?"

"..."

"I'm in Leiyu Temple. I haven't left. I'll know when you come back."

"..."

"Huiming... I still want to watch the green grass shoots emerge from the ground where the dead leaves are piled up with you, and watch the green trees turn yellow again and fall back to the earth together. I will experience many, many seasons of reincarnation with you."

"..."

"Give me some more rouge."

No matter how long, I will wait for the snow you said to fall.

Although I know.

you lied to me...

[Waiting for the return of the snow falling in the city·Extra chapter, end]

[The author has something to say]: Well...it shouldn't be abused.

a ha ha ha……

slip away.

Thanks for the big reward!Kneel down

@艹子: Pick up the child as a gift to the trilobite x1 in "There Are Dragons Lying".