[Xu Run] If the master of Pixiang Temple holds the script

What he cares about is such things as being too famous, and there is indeed a god enshrined in the back mountain of his house. He is afraid that someone who accidentally hides jade in his body will suffer misfortune, so he is even more vigilant, wishing to put the white dragon on his waistband, no one will show.

It's a pity that Bailong can't be hidden by him.

The barren mountain is near the water and the towers are most affected by the dragon energy. Within two years of planting, the trunk of the tree has become like the mouth of a bowl.Even though the little white dragon looks like a doll, he is very energetic. This ancestor waggles his tail all day long, with two little dragon horns on his head, jumping up and down the mountains, catching fish and birds, riding a tiger and teasing pigs, he is omnipotent.I didn't dare to block it, and I didn't dare to say it. Thanks to Master Zhu's foresight, he led the Longtan water to the foot of the mountain early, and surrounded it with a long high wall, so as to avoid the rumors from the outside world.

A mountain can't trap a dragon.Seeing that the little white dragon has grown in size, he has grown from a baby to a young man in a few years. There is a golden house in the book. Bailong knows how to read and write.

Mr. Zhu stayed on the mountain for longer and longer, which made the old lady Zhu feel alarmed. She once suspected that Mr. Zhu was hiding in the golden house on the mountain. After several troubles to no avail, she took a family of women out to worship the Buddha. Out of sight, out of mind That's why Mr. Zhu's father and mother went up to the mountain to clean up without even seeing each other.

Besides, Bailong, since he learned how to write and write, he no longer messed around in the mountains and fields like before, his temperament became more and more calm, except for reading and writing all day long, he was talking about the same flowers and plants, and he didn't like talking with him like before. Master Zhu got along with him, and after learning Danqing without a teacher, he became more and more silent and gentle.Master Zhu doesn't mind Bailong being related to him at all, he is a character who should be confessed, and he really shouldn't get too close to ordinary people.Moreover, Bailong especially likes to paint some strange scenes after picking up the pen, or the dark and strange waters and deep caves, or the luxurious and elegant jade towers in the clouds, or the ferocious ghosts and ghosts rushing towards his face, or the red-eyed general holding his bow against the enemy. Master Zhu's eyes were wide open, and he was absolutely amazed at the table. He looked at the person who wrote the pen again, wearing silk robes and silk clothes, with a celestial appearance and no appearance, and his heart felt like bowing down again.

It can be considered that the hatchback has nothing to do with the fleeting years.

Going around for more than ten years like a day, Mr. Zhu is getting older, but his appearance is getting younger. The saying that the Zhu family raises divine beasts has spread like wildfire. The youngest of the Zhu family even broke into the other garden several times to find out.Although Bailong has great supernatural powers, he has not been deeply involved in the world after all. Master Zhu respects and loves him so much that he can't help himself, and everything is according to his preferences, so that it is difficult to see whether Bailong's mind is enough to match that powerful ability. Will it be exploited.

The eldest son is a businessman, and Master Zhu knows well that one day he will not be able to protect Bailong.After all, he was tired, and wanted to release Bailong while he still had the strength to let him go, but it has become a habit to support Bailong. decision.

After procrastinating and procrastinating, the young master of the Zhu family finally caught the white dragon who was washing water in the Longtan. Before the white dragon had recovered, Master Zhu hurriedly chased him out to protect him. In his haste, he accidentally stepped on the moss on the stone. He fell hard.

This time, Bailong's dragon energy has no effect.

Bai Longkong has supernatural power, but no one taught him how to save people.

Looking at Bailong's bewildered and pitiful eyes, Mr. Zhu finally realized what a fairy road is - he regards Bailong as his hit, and Bailong regards him as just a hasty and nameless passer-by among all living beings.

In the life and death of mayflies, I feel a sense of loss.

He is just a mortal who likes rare things. To make offerings to the Dragon God, he has to see the sky for more than twenty years. He doesn't seem to have much regret for this kind of destination, at least before he dies, he can still get a look of compassion from the Dragon God.

What a deal, what a deal.

Master Zhu timidly and cautiously pinched a corner of Bailong's sleeve and held it in his hands for a long time, his jade face was reflected in his eyes reluctantly, and then he was as calm and decisive as he was when he hugged the mermaid in the lake. Gently pushed Bailong away.

"...Go, go back, go back to your place, go..."

(170 five)

Master Zhu died on the way to the hospital.

The door plaque of Zhu's house was replaced with a dazzling plain onyx, and Young Master Zhu helped his mother who was too old to hide, and sent relatives and friends who came to pay respects in front of Master Zhu's spirit in a numb manner.

In the eyes of Young Master Zhu, the son, Bailong in Bieyuan, that weak and flamboyant young man, is his father's shameful romantic debt, which took away his father's responsibility as a husband and the responsibility as a father The responsible Hu Meizi is the one who made his father die inexplicably, and even made it difficult to leave his last words.

Hateful and hateful.

But what can he do, that is the dragon raised by his father, and it is an unreachable god.

Master Zhu's will, Young Master Zhu is unwilling to follow.

He originally wanted to send the young man to the government on the charge of trespassing on a private house for money and death, so that the dragon god, who had never been deeply involved in the world, could taste the pain in the world, but he found that when the incident happened, he could only gather his strength to kill the dragon tail. The boy pushed away and hugged his father's body which was getting colder and colder, and he couldn't make any other movements.

He is not afraid of the gods with unknown power, but sincerely mourns for the humble mortals who are as humble as grass in front of the gods.He is a businessman, and he firmly believes that the bustling world is all about profit and loss. Human life is so short. He doesn't understand why his father, whom he respects and loves, can project his whole life energy on an illusory thing, completely ignoring the husband and wife. Friendship between father and son.

He was even more puzzled, why did the god come here, why did his father worship and call it the "Dragon God" even though it was something that brought disaster to his Zhu family? !

"I beg you, Immortal, stay away from me and other mortals."

First Young Master Zhu could only leave these words behind, and staggered away from Bieyuan to the hospital with his injured father on his back.

The medicine and the stone are gone, and the living person turns into a waxy and swollen corpse in a coffin. After three days of inactivity, in the white sails of paper money fluttering in the sky, Master Zhu turns into a piece of loess that sleeps on the ground.

It was night, and Young Master Zhu, dressed in filial piety, stepped on the stone steps carefully carved by his father, and walked step by step to the other garden in the deep mountains, which was glowing with a few stars of lights.

The mysterious boy was still lighting up the lamp to paint in front of the desk.

The peach petals blown by the night wind fluttered down the arc-shaped window of the study and onto the boy's white clothes, showing a trace of romance under the dim light.

Bai Long was aware of the unexpected guest's arrival, but he didn't seem to care. He licked the ink a few times with the paintbrush in his hand, and continued to outline the sideburns of the man in red in the painting.

The mountains at night are always quiet and noisy, listening to the occasional chirping of birds outside the house, Young Master Zhu stood for a while.

"Father is gone."

Seeing the man pause, he went on to say, "Today's burial."

Bai Long finally stopped writing.

"It's safe to be buried in the ground, so that's fine."

The boy's voice was gentle and warm, but it was full of alienation.

"You two must have been together for a long time. If you are really powerful, even if you have the slightest pity for your father, he shouldn't die here." Young Master Zhu said in a calm and resentful tone, and he was sure that Bailong would not save him.

The young man looked at him, "Life and death are determined, you don't want me to interfere that day, do you?"

First Young Master Zhu raised his head and saw his own shadow shining brightly in Bailong's clear eyes. He had no shame or fear, and he understood a little, "It's not that you can't be saved, but it's just useless. Don't, we are nothing but mayflies to you, we live and die in the morning and in the evening, how can the gods bother about the life and death of mere mortals."

Bai Long tilted his head, retracted his gaze from First Young Master Zhu, and stared at the painting for a while.

"You're wrong. I'm not a god, and I don't know how to save people. Ziyi once said that the cycle of life and death is a natural way and cannot be forced. If you force him to come back to life, it may be inappropriate..."

Young Master Zhu thought for a while before he remembered that "Ziyi" in Bailong's mouth was his father's word.

He suddenly felt angry.

"It's not right for you to save him. Then, is it right for you to appear in the mortal life at will?" Young Master Zhu rushed forward, trying to grab Bai Long's shoulders to confront him, but was inexplicably caught. A gust of wind bounced his hands away.

Except for Mr. Zhu, Bai Long had never been with anyone before, and he didn't expect that Young Master Zhu would suddenly rush at him in agitation, and in a hurry, he unconsciously resorted to protecting his body.

"Are you okay?" Seeing the bloodshot eyes in Young Master Zhu's hands, Bai Long gradually felt a little helpless, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to help Young Master Zhu up, "I didn't mean to hurt you."

First Young Master Zhu hid for a while.

"You said that you are not a god," he said with his head down, "that is a monster. No wonder, no wonder it coaxed my father into a circle, and told him to be blinded by lard and feed tigers."

monster?

Bai Long frowned, withdrew his hand and said, "Ziyi never called me a monster."

"Enough! Ziyi Ziyi, he's dead!"

Zhu Dashao stood up abruptly, "He was killed by you. You are obviously a different kind. Why did you appear in the world? Why is it my father? You robbed him of his sanity and energy openly and made him confused. After Chu's life, he still has the face to mention his name and say something about nature, do you know what to feel ashamed of?"

Bailong stood on the spot, pursed his lips and looked at the man in front of him with red eyes who scolded him, feeling puzzled, "I have never hurt Ziyi, and you and I have never met each other, why do you hate me so much?"

After hearing this, First Young Master Zhu found it ridiculous and helpless.

"You don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of you. Don't you understand?" He walked forward slowly