After worshipping Guanyin, each of us came back with a wrapped object, I was holding the golden body Bodhisattva, Sun Wukong was the mud Bodhisattva, Zhu Bajie and the sand monk were all wood Bodhisattvas, only the master took out a paper painting, painting the statue of Guanyin.

When I asked, except for the master, they all donated ten pieces of silver.

Sun Wukong stomped his feet, he quietly let the little white dragon change into a human, and also begged, but what he got back was the white jade bodhisattva.

Sun Wukong ran to the host and scolded: "Well, you bald man is a bully, why is each of the Bodhisattvas we invite different?"

The monk looked at it, pointed at me and said, "This donor donated more than 30 taels of silver before and after, and the one he invited was the Golden Bodhisattva." ”

Pointing to the little white dragon: "This person has an extraordinary bearing, not to mention that he knows that he is a nobleman, if it is not a white jade bodhisattva, wouldn't he be lazy?"

Pointing to Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng and said: "These two are no different from ordinary pilgrims, so naturally they invite a wooden bodhisattva." ”

Sun Wukong waved his hand and said angrily: "Okay, okay, why do you say you gave me a mud bodhisattva?"

"Amitabha, as soon as the donor prayed, he claimed to be the Monkey King who made trouble in the heavenly palace, the small temple is really small, I am afraid that the Bodhisattva will blame, and the mud Bodhisattva is difficult to protect itself, and the donor will not speak wildly. ”

Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng both laughed.

Sun Wukong was furious, and asked again: "Then why is my master a portrait of a Bodhisattva." ”

The host seemed to be a little angry when he heard this, and circled around Tang Seng, "I know that it is a priceless treasure just by virtue of the monk's robe, and I also heard that it is the royal brother of the Tang King, who has not donated a penny, so stingy, we will not follow suit, this painting is a friendly gift from us as a fellow practitioner." ”

Sun Wutian had to scratch his ears and cheeks, and he couldn't refute a word. He rolled his eyes, walked out of the door, and after a while, he took a handful of silver taels, smiled and said to the host: "Host, we have come from afar, it is not a respect, please arrange a meal, and leave a good courtyard for us to stay." ”

The silver made it, and it was granted.

In the evening, I jumped on the roof of the monastery to rest, and I always liked the open air on a moonlit night, and receiving the moisture of the moonlight and fresh air was very good for restoring my physical strength.

Speaking of which, the scriptures handed over to me by Hui'an are indeed magical, insisting on reciting them, adding true qi to run, there is always a steady stream of vitality in my body, and I feel more and more refreshed and fluttering like a fairy. Thinking of the stones donated during the day, the Bodhisattva will not be angry. That Hui'an, I'm really a little sorry!

Forget it, what do you want to do so much? On such a comfortable night, lying on the rooftop and admiring the starry night is an authentic enjoyment!

Thinking of the spell of turning silver again, I took out a few stones and played with them in the palm of my hand, and then practiced the method taught me by Sun Wukong repeatedly, in fact, it is very simple, blow the fairy breath, and plate those stones with a thick layer of silver powder. If you look closely at the silver and stones, they look like they are pretty good.

Since the little white dragon became a human, he was afraid that the monks in the temple would see the clues, so he has not changed into a white dragon horse. Probably not used to being in the same room with them, he couldn't sleep, and he jumped on the roof in the middle of the night to look at the stars.

Seeing that I was holding a small stone in my hand and playing non-stop, "You are a girl, it's not good to be this kind of deceptive trick." ”

"What's wrong?" I disagreed, and turned the stone in my hand into silver in an instant, "Look," I held the silver in front of him, "Is it enough to buy them for the pearls in your silver crown?" I said with a smile, the pearl on his head shining in the moonlight, very beautiful.

Before the little white dragon could speak, he heard Lingshi's reprimand, "Presumptuous, that pearl is extremely precious, the so-called dragon gives birth to nine sons, each dragon has only one, it is a symbol of status, and contains the potential to protect them, but it is not an ordinary pearl." ”

Little White Dragon also looked at me in surprise, I think that since I met him, he has often shown this kind of gaze, with disbelief. Maybe it's because what I say or do is very different from the previous spirit beads. "You don't need to buy it, you like it, why don't you give it to you?" he lightly, he actually took off the pearl from the silver crown, and the pearl bloomed in his hand with a strange light, as if illuminating the night sky as if it were day.

I was startled, "How can this be?" "I didn't expect him to be so open-minded and generous, and I couldn't help but be ashamed. "The brilliance of this pearl is so charming. I praised.

He smiled very shallowly, and his delicate and handsome face suddenly seemed to have a more brilliant brilliance than the stars and more charming than pearls.

The little white dragon put the pearl back on the crown and looked at the starry sky, "I have never seen any brilliance more charming than when you were the pearl." His tone suddenly became sad, "Since you came to the West Sea, the West Sea has always had a source of living water, and my father was afraid that you would be hurt, so he kept your whereabouts secret, and just quietly placed them in my palace. I didn't expect to turn you into what you are today. ”

I don't know what Mingzhu's real body looks like, and I don't know how cute the fairy used to be, but it is impossible to say that she is not beautiful because of the person or thing that can make the little white dragon so sad and nostalgic.

"I'm no longer a pearl, just an ordinary spirit stone. I said frankly, the past is the past, and I sitting in front of him is not a real Lingzhu Fairy, just a reborn human soul, no longer wonderful, stupid and stupid, I have achieved nothing, and I can't even protect myself.

Was there a certain contempt with his usual astonishment, and the conversation seemed dull to me, and I threw the stone in my hand far into the courtyard. Silent.

"Senior brother asked me to ask Guanyin Bodhisattva today," he said suddenly.

"Well, yes, what are you asking for?" I asked. Whether to return to the West Sea, or to see the Ten Thousand Saints Dragon again, this really makes me curious.

"I want you to return to your former brilliance and mana, and to turn back into your old you. He replied, "I will do anything as long as I can atone for my mistakes." Even to be a horse. After staying with you for so long, I realized how deep my sins were in the first place. ”

My mind moved, and I couldn't tell if it was because he was moved by his sincerity to the spirit bead or because I was sad for myself. I want to cry all of a sudden, and no one cares about me. I'm just a lonely wandering soul thrown into a world that doesn't belong to me.

"What about you, should you pray for that?"

"Well, oh," I tried to suppress my tears, "yes, I pray to be myself too." "My voice is so small that only I can hear it.

In the 21st century, I will not live in place of others, and I will have the care of my relatives. But maybe it's just a dream forever.