I recuperated in the Great Fanyin Hall for a month, during which the master took out the needles behind my ears and eyebrows, in the early days, I felt that half of my heart was really painful, and I could hold the pain for a while when I ate and drank, and then I got used to it, so the real pain always reminded this god that he was still a living immortal. The master was very attentive to me, and he also decocted the medicine himself, but half a month ago, the master hurriedly went out of the Great Sanskrit Hall again, and when he came back, he silently instructed me to take the medicine on time and retreat.

The paintings on the steps of the Great Fanyin Hall and the murals on the walls of the hall were all painted by me 10,000 years ago. In the month of recuperation, while eating, drinking, sleeping and basking in the sun, I also hugged a futon, turned a maza, adjusted the color, and painted the Buddha paintings in the Great Fanyin Hall one by one. I didn't forget to find two little novices as apprentices and pass on my skills in painting Buddha paintings to them. If this god really kicked his legs blindfolded three years later, it would not be that there would not be a person in the Sanskrit Hall who painted Buddha paintings.

A little novice who learned to paint with me admires Changjue Tianzun very much, Xu met that night, a month, and still remembers, often ask me when Lord Tianzun will come to the Great Brahma Hall again. This Shenjun's intuition that has always been not as keen as that of ordinary women sprouted a few times, and that intuition that sprouted a few times told me that Changjue Tianzun would not come again. I clearly remember that night, when I said to him, "Since I have thousands of lovers, there is no shortage of you, you should also go", his face was like ashes, but he turned around and walked very chic and resolute, without touching a cloud.

In early July, the summer scenery is beautiful, the warm breeze is warm, and it is very fond of the surroundings of the Fanyin Palace.

I sat on the top of the hall of the Great Fanyin Temple, held a warm smoke jade paintbrush, and after painting the red lotus on the spine of the hall, I dipped it in cinnabar mud and painted my nails. The breeze is gentle and the sun is shining, which makes me feel comfortable.

In the distance, the fairy peach is huge, the branches are luxuriant, the green is swaggering, and it is very human. I miss Xiaofeng a little, I don't know if Senior Brother Six has taken care of it this month, I don't know if it has grown tall or strong.

I didn't turn my head, stared at the peach tree in the distance, and said to Xiao Shami, who was learning to paint behind me, "You can bring Xiaofeng to relieve my boredom another day." ”

A faint voice came from behind him: "Hmm." ”

I squinted, remembering that on the day Xiaofeng saw Changjue Tianzun, he was overjoyed and jumped up to kiss Fangze, and suddenly a little emotion came up, which made my heart ache and tighten, and I said slowly: "Xiaofeng doesn't kiss me very much, and it also likes Changjue Tianzun, do you know." ”

The little novice behind me didn't answer me, but I was a little melancholy when I thought about it, and looked into the distance and said, "You all like Changjue Tianzun, and you like him in a hurry, and I, this god monarch, has been in charge of the immortal marriage for tens of thousands of years, and when I die, I am still a lonely person, and the way of heaven is unfair." ”

The "little novice" behind him replied to me leisurely: "You can also like that long trick with them." ”

I pinched the warm smoke jade brush and dipped it in purple sand, drew an aster flower on the back of my hand, and said with a smile: "I am an immortal who can't live for three years, how can I be worthy of his thirty-five days of Nine Heavenly Venerables." ”

After that, I wanted to deliberately make fun of this little novice who admired Tianzun, "If you like Changjue Tianzun, I can go and intercede with Master to make you vulgar!" Then he turned his head with joy —

The son of frost clothes and black hair, the cloud robe is dustless, the wide sleeves are in the wind, if the water lilies welcome the fog, the first snow in the night plum, but slightly thin.

"Chief, Longevity?"

He held the jade flute in his hand and smiled slightly, "Who were you going to help just now?" ”

I got up, trembled, and said, "You heard me wrong......

He reached out and pulled me into his arms, his cool fingers slid across my neck, and I heard him say, "You won't only live for three years, Xiaoyu, with me." ”

But at this time, I didn't feel anything when I heard this.