This spring day is cold and warm, cloudy and sunny, the most easy to get sick season, butterflies once stayed up late to write articles after already feeling a little heavy and tired, but relying on their usual body is also healthy, I didn't pay much attention to it, I think a little rest for a few days can be good.

However, there have been a lot of things in the unit in the past few days, and the editor-in-chief has constantly had invitations to outside activities, and he himself is unwilling to go, so all the errand work naturally falls on the butterfly. She was like a spinning top, running around, shuttling through various halls and press conferences, although she was bitter in her heart, but this person was in the rivers and lakes, and she couldn't help herself.

In addition, these few days are in the middle of the month, the magazine is going to be published, and when I come back from outside, I have to stay in the unit to read the sample manuscript and proofread it, and I have to wait until all the layouts are passed, and then send it to the printing house. After a busy week, the butterfly fell.

When I woke up that morning, I felt that my bones were sore, and when I got up and tried to get dressed, I had a splitting headache, and my whole head seemed to be covered by something.

She knew in her heart that she was sick. Ben still wanted to struggle to get up, but he couldn't stand it, so he thought, just take a day off at home today. Maybe tomorrow will be fine.

She sent a message to the editor-in-chief early in the morning, and soon the editor-in-chief came back and said: You have a good rest.

Fortunately, everything has been done, and today should be a routine editorial board and topic selection meeting, and I can send the topic selection to the editor-in-chief online at that time, so a day off is not in the way. Thinking about this, my heart settled down, so I simply went back to sleep.

This sleep, dazed, consciousness became trance-like, as if awakened, as if in a dream. I knew that my whole body was as hot as fire, and the breath I exhaled was scorching, and my mind was always like a group of bombers, buzzing inside.

Because there was no one at home, and no one called her, she became more and more confused as she slept, and gradually began to lose her mind.

Suddenly, she saw her father coming over, looked at her, and said with a heart full of unbearable feelings, "My good boy, why are you so sick?" ”

When she saw her father, all the feelings and sorrows of all these years suddenly came to her heart, and she cried out loud. A trembling voice said, "Daddy, Daddy." You're finally back. ”

He Yuran stood there, looking at her with a gloomy expression, and then said, "I'm not your father." ”

The butterfly was surprised and said, "You are my father, why are you not my father anymore?" ”

He Yuran said silently: "We have been separated for many years, you don't blame me for not coming to see you, right?" ”

"Dad, why didn't you come and see me? I, I really miss you, I don't have a single family member around me now. Aunt Xiao Gao said that she is getting married, and she is also leaving me, Dad, you can come back. The two of us live together, do you say okay? I won't you off. ”

He Yuran looked at the butterfly, full of unbearable and cherishing, but helpless, sighed and said, "I'm really not your father." But we had some love back then, don't get me wrong. ”

"Love? What kind of relationship? Dad, don't say such things and make me sad. ”

"That's why I'm coming to see you today, if you can stand up, come with me to a place."

The butterfly really stood up, and its body actually became very light, feeling empty, and it looked like it could float up without wind. She floated in front of He Yuran at once.

She herself was a little surprised, and then, like a child, so helpless, so delicate, said, "Look, Dad, I'm all right, and when you come, I'll be fine." ”

She smiled sweetly. He Yuran stared at her affectionately, she was fluttering, like a fairy, and then took her hand and said: "Don't call me Dad, I am just a Taoist in charge of the scriptures in the scholastic, we had some feelings back then, but now that this affection is over, I still return to the scholastic to take care of the scriptures." ”

The butterfly was a little puzzled, so she said, "What Taoist?" Dad, don't laugh, I'm your daughter's blame. It's just that where you've been all these years has made me so worried. ”

"Your name is Butterfly, and the blame is nothing but your milk name in the world, and your real name is Butterfly."

"Butterflies? Why is it called a butterfly? Isn't my name Wuji? ”

He Yuran shook his head, he didn't know when, he actually grew a beard, a strand of loose beard, the butterfly looked funny, reached out to touch it, and said with an innocent smile: "Okay, Mr. Dao Chang, why did you grow a beard?" Let me see, is it true or fake? ”

He Yuran said: "Don't make trouble, butterfly. ”

The butterfly listened uncomfortable, pursed her mouth, and said, "I have a name, don't be a butterfly, a butterfly, and I'm not a butterfly." ”

He Yuran was walking in front, and the two suddenly came to a wilderness, where the sun was shining and the wilderness was endless. The butterfly felt as if she was about to fly, she walked and danced, never before so happy.

She suddenly flew in front, leaving He Yuran far behind, and then shouted to him with a smile: "Why can't you fly, you see that I can still fly, you hurry up, Mr. Dao Chang." ”

He Yuran was still walking unhurriedly, and she suddenly floated to his side and said, "Then Mr. Dao Chang, where are you going to take me?" ”

"You'll know when you get there."

Butterfly smiled wryly and said, "It turns out that Mr. Dao Chang still likes to sell guanzi. However, I just like mysterious things, the more mysterious they are, the more interesting they are. ”

The wilderness is lonely, the grass is green, the mountains rise and fall among the white clouds in the distance, and there is a faint stretch of buildings under the mountain, and then look, it is a magnificent Taoist temple. Built by the mountain, layer by layer, staggered, three-color glazed tile heavy eaves rest mountain, under the eaves for five steps heavy ang bucket arch, looks Lingling new ingenuity.

It seems to be in the distance, but in the blink of an eye, it is close to the front. Butterflies can't help but admire, it's really a good place.

In that Taoist temple is a five-story hall, and the main hall enshrines the Yuan Shi Tianzun, Lingbao Tianzun and Daode Tianzun. The main hall looks majestic and magnificent.

The middle and rear courtyards are the Hades Hall and the East and West Corridors, etc., with a total of more than 20 rooms. Through the interval fan rhombic flower decoration, the pattern is exquisite, with a single eaves nine ridge top, the roof slope is far-reaching, the folding is gentle, the shape is simple. There is also a bell and drum tower built next to it, in the early morning or twilight, when the bell and drum ring, its sound is loud and far-reaching, and it can be transmitted to hundreds of miles away.

Hold up several zhang stone shore in front of the view, high and majestic, the four walls of the hall are painted with the character landscape murals, the painting skills are exquisite

The mountain gate is majestic and towering, majestic and magnificent, and the golden holy monarch is given by the royal pen on the hanging. It's called "One Thought Concept".

The butterfly stood in front of the mountain gate and sighed, "The immortal mountain of the Taoist chief is indeed a wonderful place. I don't know why you brought me to your Taoist temple? Will I also be able to cultivate with you? ”

He Yuran said silently: "This place is actually the place where you were born. It's just that you have a crazy thought, fall into the red dust, and you have forgotten your own life experience. Come and see with me. ”

The mountain gate was opened, and He Yuran led the butterfly to step into this high threshold, and at the same time, he also stepped into a pure land outside this prosperous world......