The dragon god < five >

The Taoist priest rummaged through the room and finally found a small sandalwood box covered with dust. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He carefully wiped off the dust, and the coiled dragon carved on the box slowly revealed its original appearance. The pulp is mellow and reveals a heavy warm light, as if it has been touched thousands of times.

The Taoist priest gently buckled the lock plate of the box, hesitated for a long time, but did not move, only rubbed his fingers back and forth on the edge of the box. He finally sighed and put the box back in its place.

"It's just a coincidence," the Taoist priest said to himself, "and he is not the only dragon clan in the world." ”

Compared with this matter, it is still a little more worrying about the egg of "God Promised".

The Taoist priest looked worriedly at the bird's nest on the table.

Maybe there's a way to put it back. The Taoist priest thought to himself, "Tianxuzhi" female bird is famous for its childishness, as long as the popularity of the eggs is eliminated and the smell of the female bird is brushed, maybe it will accept these eggs again?

First go to the back mountain to see if you can pick up the feathers dropped by the female bird, and put the female bird's breath on the egg, if it doesn't accept it, just get the egg back then. Thinking so, the Taoist priest picked up the bird's nest and paced out.

In the kitchen, it's a different story.

"Senior brother, you're too stupid. Tsubaki said.

Danshu held the kitchen knife with a solemn expression. He had a cutting board in front of him with a crucian carp on it. The crucian carp was intact, but the cutting board was broken into two pieces.

"How many chopping boards are these? Every time my brother chops vegetables, we have to change the cutting board. Tsubaki ruthlessly exposed his senior brother's shortcomings, "Last time I cut the vegetables, even the cutting board was cut into strips, but this time it was just a fish scale, senior brother, you cut the cutting board into two pieces." ”

"What do you know, this shows that the senior brother has good knife skills, have you heard of 'fighting cattle across the mountain'?" Hua Kan held the grievances for the senior brother, "Besides, your mouth is so powerful, you come to chop vegetables." ”

Tsubaki picked up a basin of water and said as she walked, "I don't." Senior Brother Xiuhe asked me to wash rice, and after I finished washing rice, I still have to copy the Taoist scriptures, Hua Kan, you have your fire. ”

Hua Kan fried hair: "All day long, 'Hua Kan Hua Kan', I am also your senior brother, called senior brother!"

Tsubaki grimaced and ran away.

Hua Kan Qi Knot.

Xiu He said, "Hua Kan, are you doing well?" He was carrying a section of lotus root in his hand and was peeling it.

Hua Kan puffed up and went to blow the charcoal fire.

"You all protect Tsubaki," said Hua Kan, "and one day he will tear down the cangwu." ”

Danshu smiled slightly: "It's okay, you can cover it again after dismantling." ”

Xiu He's hand paused, and he was silent for the words of the senior brother.

In terms of protecting shortcomings, the master and the senior brother are really in the same line.

"Senior brother, I'll chop vegetables in the future. "Xiuhe Road.

Danshu smiled embarrassedly, "Then I'll wash the vegetables after that?"

Xiu He shook his head and said, "No need. Senior brother just needs to look at Chunqi, don't let him tear down Cangwu. ”

Hua Kan burst into laughter.

Danshu also smiled, his eyebrows crooked, like a fox who had eaten a chicken leg.

"Hmm. I must be optimistic about him. ”

A few people made a noisy meal and it was already noon.

The Taoist priest came back from a circle in the back mountain, put the egg back in his room, and shouted in the main hall: "Hungry to death!"

Tsubaki probed: "Master, where have you been?" I've been waiting for you to eat, I've been waiting for a long time." "Actually, the rice is not cooked yet.

When the Taoist priest heard this, he was moved and said, "It's still my sweetheartness." Hurry up, let's go to the canteen, otherwise Hua Kan will eat all the food again. ”

Chunqi said: "Master, you are about to become an immortal, and you are still grabbing food with Senior Brother Hua Kan." Senior Brother Hua Kan is still growing up. "The implication is that Shizun is really a bad guy.

The Taoist priest blew up his non-existent beard again: "To become an immortal, you also have to eat five grains! Even the gods need to enjoy sacrifices, let alone immortals?"

Tsubaki's eyes rolled and asked, "Do the gods want to eat too?" he remembered the dragon in the pool. It doesn't seem good to hurt people and make them hungry.

The Taoist priest thought for a moment and asked Chunqi, "Are there still shrimp in the kitchen?"

Tsubaki said, "Yes." ”

The Taoist priest waved his hand: "Then wash it in a basin." Remember to pick and jump to it. "Don't give the dying shrimp to the dragon, the Taoist priest thought, the dragon will be angry, angry, so he will spray all the books, beds, and clothes in the human room.

Tsubaki continued: "The shrimp have been blown up by Senior Brother Xiuhe. He remembered the smell of fried prawns, licked his lips, and asked, "Dragons also like to eat fried prawns?"

The Taoist priest looked at Tsubaki, who opened his eyes wide and made an innocent appearance. The Taoist priest was not sure for a moment whether Chunqi really didn't understand or deliberately teased himself.

"Danshu isn't there anyway......" the Taoist priest muttered.

"Huh?" Tsubaki tilted her head.

The Taoist priest pinched Chunqi's cheek and pulled it to both sides: "Then you're welcome to be a teacher." ”

Tsubaki's eyes were so painful that his eyes were full of tears: "Filament ......" He wanted to say, Master, Senior Brother is standing behind you.

"Master," Danshu suddenly said, "It's time to eat." ”

The Taoist priest trembled in fright.

Obediently, this apprentice is only thirteen years old, how can he be more murderous than a thousand-year-old monster.

"Oh, eat, eat, haha, eat. The Taoist priest walked to the dining hall with a haha.

Tsubaki rubbed her face.

"It hurts. Shizun is so annoying!"

Danshu took a look and saw that Tsubaki's cheeks were red, like the dolls on the portraits sold in the Yamashita market.

"Come here, I'll rub it for you. There was a faint light between Danshu's fingers.

Tsubaki obediently leaned over and was pinched again.

"Ahh

The dragon god < six >

The oil lamp was dim, and Tsubaki was copying scriptures in the main hall with a sad face.

"When is this going to be copied......" The words on the Tao Sutra were densely packed, and there was a fight in front of Chunqi's eyes at the moment.

Suddenly, there was a splash of water in the courtyard.

Tsubaki threw away the pen and ran out.

The moonlight was clear and clear, and the owls cooed and chirped in the mountains and forests in the distance. The water waves in the spiritual pond have not subsided, the lotus petals are still hanging with water droplets, crumbling, and the lotus leaves are also carrying a handful of water, broken and round.

"Can't you sleep too?" asked Tsubaki, crouching by the pool.

The water of the pond is quiet, only waves of light waves lap on the edge of the pool, silently.

"Is it true that the master said that you are almost five hundred years old? Tsubaki poked a tender lotus leaf sticking out of the edge of the pool, and the water held on the lotus leaf instantly poured into the pool, making a tinkling sound.

"The book says that dragons can turn into humans, will you?" Tsubaki put his hand into the cold pool water, and suddenly felt a spirit, "It's so cold!"

"Aren't you cold when you soak in the water? Senior brother said that you are injured, can you be okay in the water? Is it that if I hadn't set up a magic flag, you wouldn't have been injured?"

"What's your name? Are you really the water god of the Xunjiang River? What does the water god usually do? He manages the big and small fish, just like the master controls us?"

Tsubaki had one problem after another, but there was still no movement in the depths of the pond.

Tsubaki was deflated and sat on the edge of the pool and dozed off.

"I can't tell you my name. Suddenly, someone said behind Tsubaki.

Tsubaki turned around and saw a person who looked similar to himself in the lotus bush, with long hair scattered and moirés on his shoulders, standing hesitantly.

"Names are the shortest spells. He continued.

Tsubaki smiled: "Okay." It's okay, I won't ask your name anymore. ”

It seems to be a big sigh of relief over there.

"You don't have to feel guilty, it wasn't me you who hurt me. Xiaolong said, "I didn't come here because of your summoning flag. ”

Tsubaki said strangely, "Then what are you here for?"

"To find the Dragon Balls. "About a hundred years ago, my uncle gave a dragon ball to a man in Cangwu. I came to ask him if he wanted the Dragon Ball back. ”

Tsubaki tried hard to think about it for a long time, and finally deflated: "I only remember the last nine years......"

Xiaolong said, "I've found that person. ”

Tsubaki said, "Then did you get the Dragon Balls back?"

Xiaolong shook his head. "I only found a dragon scale in his room. The little dragon said, "Can you help me ask where he put the dragon balls?"

"Well," Tsubaki said, "but who is that man?"

That night, the Taoist priest had a dream, and the cangwu in the dream was still the same as a hundred years ago. The senior brothers and the junior brothers did morning classes in the courtyard, making love and making trouble, as if nothing had happened in the future. Suddenly it started to rain. The lead clouds surged, the heavens and the earth fell silent, and the lotus flowers in the spiritual pond were half-opened, and they were beaten away by the shower.

Everyone exclaimed, and ran into the eaves in twos and threes. The Taoist priest also ran into the corridor, hurriedly wringed out the water in his clothes, and looked up at the sky in a daze.

As the voices faded away, the rain grew louder and stronger, and a vague figure appeared in the Soul Pool, as if it had been standing there for many years.

The Taoist priest saw it from afar, and suddenly his heart bloomed with joy, and after waiting for a hundred years, the man was finally willing to show up.

The man stood with his back to the Taoist priest, his long hair tied up, his back straight and broad, and his waistline was tucked into the waist seal, giving birth to a ridiculous sense of fragility. The Taoist priest went to him, but he couldn't get any near him. Circling around him, what I saw was always a cold and lonely back. And after begging for a long time, he refused to turn around.

He just asked over and over again:

"Why?"

"Why aren't you an immortal?"

"Time has changed, and a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Why aren't you an immortal?"

The Taoist priest heard himself reply:

"What's so good about becoming an immortal? Immortal, no desire, no desire, all kinds of worries, forgotten overnight. ”

"There are some things that you don't have to remember and can't take seriously. The man said.

"Life is vain, and all kinds of things are empty. I know all of that. The Taoist priest replied.

And the man said no more.

The two men were silent for a long time, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the pool. It's boring, and it's boring.

The Taoist priest couldn't help it, stepped forward, and asked him: "What about you? It's been nearly a hundred years, why don't you go back to Xunjiang? Have you already attained enlightenment?"

The man replied, "What does it matter to you if you don't become a god?" ”

The rain is like a thread, and the rain feet are like needles, which are finely and densely pierced into people's hearts.

The Taoist priest was angry: "Since this is the case, then can I become an immortal and do the bottom business?"

The figure moved, as if about to turn, but stopped.

The Taoist priest was a little disappointed.

"I know that life is vain, why bother with it for a hundred years. Ascending to Wonderland early is also a relief. There you go!"

I woke up from a dream.

The Taoist priest smelled the damp water, as if the water from the lotus pond in the courtyard had spread to all corners of the room.

There was a slight coldness on his face, he raised his hand and touched it, and found that he had tears all over his face at some point, and the blood vessels in his eyes shrank and ached.

The night was quiet, and the Taoist priest sat up in his clothes, without sleep.

Suddenly, he noticed something reflecting on the table, so he lit a burning bead and got up to look.

A small sandalwood box was flaved wide open and overturned on the table.

The carved coiled dragon is still lifelike, but the contents of the box are gone.