b)

I had never met my parents, and for as long as I can remember, I had been under the black shroud of the Hades, raised by my master, the last priest. Master is a very gentle person, he never bothers to fight for something, except for seeing the king or assigning some tasks to the Dharma Protector, he always hides in the room with a sutra book to read, calm and quiet, I can often find the shadow of Master in my own temperament.

As a child, I was curious more than once about what the king looked like. What kind of person was the king? Why didn't he let anyone other than the master call him? There was always an inexplicable curiosity about mysterious things.

"Master, when will I see the king?"

Master's smile spread slowly like ripples, and he said to me, "I can see him when Xiao Shenxu takes my place." "I may not see the king, but I can infer from the master's casual words that the king looks like a cold and thin man. Occasionally, Master would be interested and tell me the story of the king.

"Wang was a naughty child when he was a child. ”

"How did Master know?"

"I have been in this palace of the underworld at night, and I have been playmates with the king since childhood. ”

It is said that the master is a member of the He family, and he became a priest for some reason, but I just caught a little bit of a blow. Master didn't want to say, and I couldn't ask.

I love my master very much, he is like my father, only he will take care of me when I am sick, patiently interpret the mysteries of magic for me and teach me everything he knows, and bear the consequences for all my mischievousness. My master's name is Si Yi, a free and easy name, and a gentle smile. Master has a jade flute, and his fingers are constantly flowing, and the long tune taps at my heartstrings like a falling flower, and even the best musicians can't compare to Master.

This is what the Master in my memory is like, and the thought of him makes my heart fall heavily. When I could finally see Wang's thin face, I wished to go back to my childhood. Master's death has a great connection with the king and the Night Hades Palace, and perhaps this is one of the reasons why I hate the underworld. I often burst into tears when I recall the sound of the flute, and every flower on the shore of the Netherworld is like a sigh of sorrow, and after the departure of my Master, I often sit on the beach and play the flute, playing a soul-calming song for every drop of water, and looking into the distance.

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