[1] This is not the other

We are snake spirits. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info My name is Qinghui, her name is Bai Lan, you can also call me Xiaoqing, call her a white lady, it doesn't matter, we don't care much about this kind of title, we will generally take care of you.

The words "green" and "white" and our snake body happen to be the same as the characters of the white snake, but it just so happens that we have never known the characters in the legend of the white snake, and we have not done anything in the story. Mr. Bit, who doesn't know how to make a book, heard this story, and painted the voice, which taught me to hear the same kind of encounter, and I couldn't help but feel sorry from the bottom of my heart. Indeed, I also had doubts that there really were such lost snake spirits. I remember that one of us passed by the Leifeng Tower, and I deliberately pretended to go around the tower two turns as if nothing happened, and I glanced at it carefully, but it was not the white snake that was pressed inside. I have been friends with Bai Lan for more than 100 years, and I know the appearance of the White Snake very much, and I will not look away. But I think even if there is no white snake under this Leifeng Pagoda, there may not be such a pitiful person as Bai Suzhen in the past.

Bai Lan and I were friends of Yun Pengxia, and we used to stay in different places to practice, and the reason for our acquaintance came from the fact that we shared the heart to provide for our refuge master, shelter his old man from the wind and rain, and listen to the teachings together. Unlike the gap between the two snake spirits in the legend of the White Snake, at that time we had more than a thousand years of Taoism, each with its own magical powers, Bai Lan was especially good at calling the wind and rain, and I was good at starry electricity. Therefore, Bai Lan and my father both liked to laugh at me and said that I "slipped away".

The serpent was originally nameless, and no one was sure to call anyone. Our names were given by our master with five eyes and six links to look at our front dust, and each has its own history, unlike the same kind of simplicity in the legend of the White Snake.

The reason why Bai Lan took this name has to start from the cloud valley where she grew up in the old years. It was a peculiar place, with five-colored smoke growing day and night, and most of the usual creatures would wander into the cloud valley in the smoke and mist, and few would go out. It is not intentional or unintentional, but that year, a lost layman met Bai Lan, who was still a big snake, and followed the snow path she had turned into, and finally walked out of the confused world at the bottom of the valley, and also achieved Bai Lan's opportunity to take refuge in Buddhism. So, her father named her Bai Lan.

And what happened to me began when I was still an ignorant little snake. At that time, I was old and curled up in the high mountains and secluded between the dew, one day the day was refreshing, there was a famous sword fairy playing the piano under the bamboo by the cloud, I was fascinated, and slowly walked to the sword fairy to listen to the bamboo. The guqin jade emblem is clear, reflecting the moon and light, and the color is vaguely similar to my squid, which is absolutely extraordinary. When the sword fairy played a song and fell into deep thought, I looked at the joy in my heart, so I walked to his piano with a bamboo leaf with morning dew and placed it in the sword fairy's hand. The sword fairy was stunned for a moment, but actually smiled, and for some reason, he shot me in the brain, and it didn't hurt much, but since then I have left a red mark of the nuclear type in my place. The master said, I took a piece of bamboo leaf and inadvertently opened the sword fairy's heart, which made his future cultivation career, and this reason was all drawn from the seven-song qin with the jade emblem embedded in the bed. My father then named me Qinghui.

I don't know how many years ago I don't know how many years ago, but I can't remember it clearly, but I vaguely remember that the red seal on my head was not really born, but I gave people a knock on the chest. I don't know how many times I have misunderstood this bright red mark, thinking that I was also the poison that ate it.

Don't know that Xiaoqing in the legend of the White Snake has ever encountered such a misunderstanding?

[2] There is also a "Fahai"

We also think of a "Fahai". The reason why he is called so is not that he is really called Fahai, but he is a monk, and when he met Bai Lan and me for the first time, he also bumped into Fahai and Bai Suzhen and fought like a hot fight, so we called him so. As the so-called "no fighting, no acquaintance".

His Dharma name is Zhizhen, and his temper can be said to be getting better and better year by year, and he is also a monk, and Fahai and Zhizhen, who are always close to the crab, are not comparable. However, when you come back, although you really won't mind you calling him by the name "Fahai", after all, Zhizhen is not the same as us, and he has always been cautious in his words and deeds, and if you talk to him casually, he may not pay attention to you, let alone call him Fahai.

Speaking of which, our understanding of the truth is also due to the fact that it is a matter of separation.

At that time, we had been in meditation for 300 years, and once we had made a decision, our father had already passed away, thinking that he had been taught by the Buddha to "take precepts as a teacher", so he didn't even leave us a message. There was a Buddhist temple on the old site where my master practiced, and we thought of my father's goodness, and wanted to go to the Buddhist temple to worship, so we could cherish his old man's home, and then turn into a human body, dress neatly, and bring fragrant flowers and fresh fruits to the Buddhist temple.

Our thousands of years have not been in vain, and our physiognomy has changed appropriately, not with half a bit of enchantment, no matter how you look at it, it is the strike of two mortal girls who often seek incense. However, when we entered the Mahavira Temple, the Buddha and the Bodhisattva did not have much to say, but a later monk jumped out from behind the Buddha statue and threw it at us with a string of Buddhist beads. "Fairies are so bold" - this is the first sentence that Zhizhen said to us, and then it is conceivable that there is a swear of good and evil, and that goblins are afraid of Buddhism. At that time, the knowledge was really able to say, and the two-petaled mouth was even better than the knife sharpened by the old Zhang at the entrance of the village.

As soon as we opened our eyes, we lost a good teacher, seeing that there would be no one to discipline us in the future, maybe one day we would have a mess, and we were in a hurry, but we didn't expect that a little monk would come after us, and chase after us until the clouds outside the nine clouds and crackled and whispered. I raised my left eyebrow when I heard it, and Bai Lan made a debut with a pink eyebrow, and I just held back my thoughts. I couldn't help it, and I pressed the cloud head, and I wanted to turn around and return my mouth. In this slow work, I really thought that in order to seize the opportunity, we immediately scattered the Buddha beads and opened the net of heaven and earth, in an attempt to force us to show our original form, so that we could listen to the slaughter......

After a struggle, the little monk finally found that we were also familiar with the Buddha and the Great Dharani, and had not moved his thoughts on him from beginning to end, so he was willing to endure the anger and stop the knife mouth for a while, and listen to our explanation.

Since then, we've had one more friend.

I think that if it weren't for my two sentences of "what is the meaning of life, what is the meaning of equality" and "boundless compassion, the same body and great compassion" were the right time, or a gust of wind blowing in my face so that my words could not be passed into the ears of the real, or whether Bai Lan and I could not hold their breath and move the killing machine first, it is estimated that the consciousness of that meeting would really be able to fight with us until the end of the day. At that time, Master Zhizhen was only 16 years old, and he had great powers, so he really had that ability, and neither of us was willing to be that fuel-efficient lamp.

Although we are not human beings, when we entered the Buddhist temple that day, we were just to honor the Buddha, and we didn't want to do anything else - we didn't want to kill people and set fires, we didn't want to throw garbage, and we didn't want to pick sheep in Buddhist temples...... We didn't even bring incense, precisely because we saw that the temple was not big, and we didn't want the smoke of incense to blacken the Buddha statue. Is it difficult that just because we have fallen into the body of snakes, anyone who sees our shadow should be forced to die half-dead?

I remember the teachings of my master when I took refuge: Although you are not born as a human being, you must also have high ambition and bones, be brave in spiritual practice, and strive to keep your vows.

The master's skill is much higher than the truth, and if he doesn't look at us well, he doesn't have to chase us, and he will kill us both with a single slap. Every time I look at the East Restaurant on the street and hang out the very attractive "West Lake Snake Soup" gold-lacquered signboard, I can't help but guess like this.

The backbone was chilling for a while.

[3] Drinking

Speaking of the "West Lake Snake Soup" in the East Restaurant, I think I probably found a strange thing in the world: the land that surrounds the West Lake, whether it is adjacent to the West Lake or not, almost every restaurant is full of various food brands that are in line with the "West Lake". Such as West Lake beef soup, West Lake cabbage soup, West Lake vinegar fish, West Lake treasure mushrooms, West Lake three fresh, West Lake dumplings, West Lake ...... West Lake and West Lake, with many names, are endless, and they are not bad.

It's a good West Lake, and it's a slaughterhouse back alley that has been smoked alive into a sewage stream. When I was dizzy for the overwhelming "West Lake", she still calmly talked to me: the so-called food is not delicate, and the food is not delicate, and this good dish with full color and fragrance must be accompanied by an elegant name, so that diners can eat new ideas......

I just said that you have stopped the smoke in the world, why do you still want to talk about the color and fragrance?

She said: The people take food as the sky, and food is a delicate handicraft.

I said casually: The chickens, ducks, pigs, and sheep that are raised in circles behind the wine bar are also based on food.

She looked at me, and then stopped talking to me for a dozen miles.

In terms of food, although we belong to the same class, in the end, we all have our own advantages, and it is inevitable that there will be differences. I grew up in a bamboo forest on the cliff of Mount Emei. There was a tall incense bamboo more than 1,000 feet behind the big rock on the side of the cliff, and I climbed on it and ate and drank as I pleased. Since I watched the food, I mostly ate the dew and devoured the bamboo basket and the fruit, and only after I went down the mountain did I hear that the snakes in other places mostly prey on rodents for their survival. Perhaps because the neighbor is the Jianxian Cave Mansion, the neighborhood has always been very clean, and I have never eaten these messy creatures. There is only one kind of insect growing in that place, it is very small, with two thin wings, and after the wind and rain in spring, summer and autumn every year, it is often attracted by the fragrance of the fragrant bamboo, and flies onto the bamboo leaves, shining brightly. There was a smell of flowers on its body, and I occasionally had to go to the fruit grove behind me to eat the fruit, and when I saw it flying, I took two of them to relieve it. The taste is really good, but when you accidentally smack your mouth, the taste is not good, and it is a little thick.

At that time, I just thought that the little insects were flying flowers and plants, and smashed them flat, leaving a small spot like a trace, and there was no blood. So, I thought it was a vegetarian diet and ate it for many, many years until I converted to my master, and I continued to eat it.

One year, I was passing through a forest in Ailao Mountain, and I accidentally stepped on a wasp hole. The bee hole protruded from the ground no more than a foot high, and it did not expect to reach hundreds of feet deep into the ground. The demon bees that lived inside were the size of a fist, dragging a scorpion tail, and moved so fast that when I stepped on it, they rushed up in a rage, and stung me ten times in the mouth, and if I hadn't run so fast, I would have died of pain if I hadn't been poisoned in the blink of an eye.

I relied on myself to be a snake demon, but I was born with a big poison, and I didn't put those bee venoms in my eyes, and I wanted to grit my teeth and get through it, who knew that I would not see any good things after more than a month, only more and more hardship. Somehow, when my teacher found out about this, he came to see me, and as soon as I saw him, he said that this was the retribution. I didn't understand it, and then he asked me why I ate worms. I was in pain, and I still didn't understand. My master reprimanded me for being stupid and forgetting the precept that I should not be killed. At that time, I was puzzled and said, "This worm has no blood, it's so small, and it tastes the same as flowers, plants, and vegetables......

The master nodded and said, "In this way, it's no wonder that a big worm has bitten you. Flowers and vegetables have no feelings, and if you eat them, they don't know how to cry and they can't run, and when the worm sees that you are coming to eat it, it immediately wants to run. If it were you, would you stand still and be eaten by someone else?

Although I was in pain, I shook my head nervously.

The master continued: Although you look down on it, it looks at itself as much as you see yourself. You don't want to be eaten by others, and you don't want to be gnawed on by big insects, and so are the small insects. If you eat it, it will have hatred in its heart, and it will still pull you to be a worm in the future, so that you will also feel its pain. Since it is like a man and a snake, it loves its own life, and it wants to run away when someone kills it, how can you eat it as if it were a vegetarian dish?

I was shocked, and for the first time I realized that whether or not a living person had blood in his body could not be used as a criterion for whether he was edible or not. This is my misguided approach to eating, and Bai Lan has a similar experience. I don't know the specific cause and effect, only that she lived as a cannibal before she met her master, and the scorched black scar on her tail was left after she was struck by lightning and fire that year. As a snake spirit who has cultivated for many years in the Cloud Valley, she has suffered much more thunder tribulations than me, and it took seven days and seven nights for her to hide alive or dead. But I don't know anything else, so I don't have a mouthful. To be honest, how many of them are innocent? Heng Zhu is all from the past, and before we met, Bai Lan's interest in human flesh had completely disappeared. Recently, she has been happily studying the food of mortals, and today's dish is West Lake beef soup.

Oh my God, the cow can run away much faster than that little worm. We still cook our own food and drink boycotts.