At this moment, the door of the auditorium was pushed open, and a man with half-length hair in a black leather jacket walked in.

The man looked to be in his thirties. With a height of about 1.75 meters, his appearance is not surprising, but there is a bright light in his small eyes. He seems to be a person who pays attention to the quality of life and pays attention to details.

"It's Xi Ling'er, right?" the man came over to me and asked, his voice loud and penetrating. After asking, he looked at Hu Mengxian and Wen Feiyan beside him, and his expression instantly became a little complicated.

"Well, I am, hello, you're ...... The overseer of City C?" I answered his question as I wished.

"Yes, I'm the supervisor of City C, my name is Wang Zheng. Attached to the noble lord, Wang Zheng is fortunate to meet you. Thank you for helping with this, you bothered. Leave the rest to me. ”

This person discovered the ghost glass attached to my body so quickly, and respectfully saluted me, although he said polite and official clichés, but it made people feel clean and neat, and there was nothing to find fault with.

"Well, you're much more polite than that stupid veterinarian. The glass in my body controlled me and the man, although the attitude was still cold, but it seemed that I was relatively satisfied with the man's behavior. Of course, the stupid veterinarian in his mouth is Xi Ze.

We all want to know what happened. Hu Mengxian helped Wen Feiyan to sit down on the chair, and we all sat down and listened to them start to talk about them.

(1) Insect wishes

Once upon a time, there was a quaint temple with incense sticks on the altar in the temple, and pilgrims would come here every day to pray for incense.

There were two small insects, one gray and one white, that looked like caterpillars, fleshy, covered in fluff, and not at all pleasant.

At first, it was only the Grey Worm that lived here, and it didn't know when it came here or how long it had been here.

Ordinary insects have a very short lifespan, and it is even more difficult to turn into spiritual creatures.

The temple is a good place for cultivation, just because this little gray worm absorbs the aura of this Buddhist temple and incense every day. What was a short life began to prolong, the spiritual wisdom was opened, and its cultivation increased day by day.

One day he saw a wild finch flying into the temple with a small white caterpillar in his mouth, and the wild finch was about to enjoy a meal.

The white worm is already dying in the beak of the wild sparrow, powerless to struggle.

When the gray worm saw that its own kind was being bullied, it fought with the wild sparrow, which was considered to be somewhat cultivated, and finally defeated the wild finch and rescued the little white worm from its mouth.

The white caterpillar also has some intelligence, and it is very grateful to the gray worm, and since then they have been practicing together in this temple.

"Do you have any wishes?" the gray worm had asked the white worm.

"I wanted to be like those buddies out there, with brightly colored, beautiful wings that could fly everywhere and land on all kinds of beautiful plants. ”

"So how do you become like that?"

"My partners make a strong cocoon in the autumn and winter, and they hide themselves tightly in the cocoon. And in spring and summer, they all grow beautiful wings. But I still don't make cocoons, and I still look ugly like this, so I envy them. The white worm said in disbelief that it did not know how long it had been living in the body of this worm.

"If we work hard to cultivate, we will definitely be able to achieve your wishes. The gray worm sucked the incense on the offering table vigorously while comforting the little white worm.

It doesn't know what the outside world is like, maybe as long as it cultivates hard, one day, it will also have a pair of beautiful big wings that can fly everywhere.

The alien is not as sensitive to time as humans, and the gray worm with spiritual wisdom and cultivation does not know that it has been cultivating here for nearly a hundred years.

Although the two worms spend their days together, the white worm prefers to be active during the day and sleep at night, while the gray worm prefers to sleep during the day, when it is active at night, and it prefers to stay in bright places, especially candlesticks.

Although the two insects have a good relationship, because of their different habits, they will also feel lonely and bored when they are alone.

(2) Cocooning

One day, while falling asleep during the day, the gray worm dreamed that a woman dressed in yellow and with a beautiful face was talking to him.

The woman said: "You have been cultivating for a hundred years, and the upper realm will give you an immortal opportunity to cultivate hard, but there is a fate, if you have a good heart, you are willing to let go of your obsession and not love the mortal world, you can successfully cross the tribulation and ascend to the immortal." Remember that the skin is not everything, everything is tribulation and trial, and you need to remember what I say today. ”

When the gray worm woke up from the dream, it didn't know where it was1, and there was darkness in front of it, and it called out to its companion, the white worm. But there was no response.

On the wooden pillar next to the temple offering table, an earthy yellow cocoon is knotted there.

The little white worm was very happy to see that its good friend had finally formed a cocoon. Although it is not itself, it sincerely hopes that the gray worm can grow beautiful wings in the cocoon.

The little white worm was praying for its companion outside and cultivating harder, hoping that he too could grow a cocoon.

Autumn and winter passed, and finally one day, the cocoon was broken, and the gray worm gently poked its head out of the cocoon, and it saw the white worm guarding its side, and it was very moved.

"Ah, you really have wings! What big wings!" said the white worm in surprise as he looked at it.

The gray worm looked down at his body, but it was not the same as before.

Brown torso, thin feet, head with two horns, two pairs of large wings on the sides, brownish yellow, with black original patterns on it.

It's not as beautiful as I imagined, but it's much better than the previous meat bugs.

It tried to open and close, flapped its big wings, and really flew.

One day, the white worm told the gray worm that he wanted to see the outside world.

"I'll take you. The Grey Worm decided to fly out of the temple with it.

They flew all the way out of the temple to the vast woodlands, grasslands, and finally to a valley with delicate flowers.

"That's where I used to be. But I can't find my former home. The white worm rode on the back of the gray worm and looked down at the beautiful flowers below, and said happily.

"They're so good-looking. It looks delicious again. "The gray worm was very excited to see the flowers of different colors competing to bloom.

There are lush plants here, and there is plenty of sunlight and daylight. There are also runners, flies, swimming, all kinds of creatures live happily here, you can eat pollen, nectar and juice when you are hungry, and drink the spring water in the valley when you are thirsty.

Cultivation can absorb the aura of the sun, moon and vegetation. They loved it and decided to stay.

It may be influenced by the aura here. The little white worm also ends up making a cocoon on a green plant.

It was a cocoon as white as jade, shimmering, and it was very beautiful. The gray worm also stayed by its side, folded its wings, and waited there for the white worm to break out of its cocoon.

(3) Criticism

"Look, it doesn't look like us!"

"Oh yes! Really, why is it that color? It's stupid and ugly?"

"It's an impostor! It's impersonating us!"

"It's not the same as us!

A few brightly colored butterflies were talking about the gray worms.

At this time, the gray worm realized that it was not the same species as those beautiful butterflies. It was a well-informed old snail who told it that it was a moth.

Knowing his true identity, the moth is afraid of being ridiculed for being ugly, and often secretly squats behind leaves and grass every day to avoid being discovered by others.

In the end, it couldn't endure this life, so the old snail brought a message to the white worm and quietly left.

After another period of time, the white cocoon finally broke, and a blue figure emerged from it.

The big blue wings fluttered, and the edges of the wings were inlaid with beautiful black patterns. It turned out to be a butterfly, a butterfly that was more beautiful than all the butterflies here.

The snail tells the blue butterfly about its partner. Blue Butterfly was disappointed, but there was also a glimmer of hope in her heart.

It has to work harder to cultivate, and in the future, it will find its companion moth and protect it from harm.

The blue butterfly is the prettiest butterfly in the valley, and the other butterflies love it, respect it, and worship it as their princess. Many male butterflies have shown affection to him, but he has never turned his eyes into it and rejected them one by one.

The moth left the valley with its loss, it didn't know where to fly, and it was raining and wind along the way, and finally it felt like it had nowhere to go, and it returned to the temple.

"Maybe I belong there......

(4) Skin physiognomy

I don't know when a handsome monk came to the temple.

It turned out that he was an orphan, and it was the old monk in the temple who saw himself abandoned in the wild in the wild.

The old monk loved him very much and raised him as an adult. Teach him to read and recite sutras, teach him Zen and Buddha, and teach all his life's learning to the little monks. He called the old monk Master. Although he is called Master, the old monk loves him very much, more like his grandfather and father, and the relationship is very close.

The little monk didn't know when his master had been guarding this temple since he began.

At that time, he was simple and kind, he had never seen anyone else, and he knew that Master raised him as an adult, and he was the best person in the world.

They recite the Buddha and copy the scriptures every day, and often take care of the temple, and their lives are peaceful and comfortable. Occasionally, a few pilgrims come.

When the little monk grew to the age of fifteen, his master was already a white-bearded man, and he was already a long-lived person at that time.

He told the monk that after he passed away, the monk would continue to stay here to guard the temple.

The old monk was sick and could no longer take care of the temple, and all the affairs of the temple were left to the young monk.

The fifteen-year-old monk has an outstanding face, and the pilgrims who have come to this temple have praised the monk's appearance.

Some young girls showed him affection. Even the merry widow took a fancy to him, but he was unmoved.