Qing Lantern smiled faintly and shook his head.

When she was two years old, she was taken up the mountain by her mother. According to the old monk in the temple, her mother knelt outside the door for three days that day, and she did not eat or drink, but she did not give food to the young her, but only let her drink some water, and finally the old abbot could not bear to see her starve to death before accepting her. However, her mother sent her to the temple and went down the mountain alone and never came to see her again. She was young at that time, and her impression of her mother had long been blurred, and she couldn't even remember what color clothes her mother was wearing. The masters in the temple never concealed that she had been sent here by her mother, but when she asked her name, they always kept silent, so she understood that they knew her identity, but they were reluctant to say it, or they were forbidden to say it.

She asked, "What are you thinking?" and curiously leaned over to the green light.

Qing Lantern replied, "I didn't think about anything. The thoughts that flew away were pulled back, and his eyes rolled and he smiled.

She lowered her head to see Qing Deng's expression, and Qing Lan rubbed her head against the small white flowers embroidered on the money bag, and was silent for a while.

After talking to Qing Deng that time, she started the conversation box, and every day she talked to Qing Deng about trivial things, such as what she saw or heard in the mountains. Strangely, no one else could hear her at all, only Qing Lantern could hear her.

When the green lantern cultivated the Buddha, she was not allowed to follow, she would go to the mountains to talk to those animals with spiritual sense, talking to them was very interesting, they always said this sentence and forgot that, sometimes they would grab a fruit together, there were many on the tree, but they were all as if they didn't see it, and it always made her feel very happy to watch them play. Those animals that can speak human language are concentrated in one place, which belongs to the jurisdiction of the mountain ghost clan, and ordinary human races cannot enter, so they are well protected.

After going back, she told Qing Deng about this, and Qing Deng smiled faintly after hearing it, but it was always difficult to hide the loneliness in her eyes.

She understood, and slowly stopped talking about it to Qing Deng. She just didn't understand why Green Lantern didn't like it.

Where does the green lantern not like them, she just envy her freedom and do what she wants.

When Qing Deng was twelve years old, someone came down from the mountain and asked to see the old abbot outside the temple. At that time, she was teasing a talking rabbit in the mountains, and they were surrounded by all kinds of spiritual creatures, and they couldn't see her but could hear her voice, so they thought she was the wind, and they had low intelligence, and they only knew that the wind was "whirring", and I don't know who started to call her "huhu", and then those spiritual creatures began to call her "huhu". Over time, she got used to them calling her that.

The rabbit seems to like her very much, and will pestering her to talk to her whenever she comes.

"Whew, me, grass. The rabbit tilted its head and blinked cutely with its red eyes.

"Grass?" she plucked some grass from the ground and handed it to the rabbit. The rabbit was delighted, opened its mouth to take the grass and munched on it happily.

After eating, it would come closer to her and say, "Grass and grass, me." ”

She laughed and plucked more grass for it. She said to the rabbit, "Rabbit, if you eat it again, you won't look like a rabbit." ”

"I am, I am. The rabbit said loudly as he chewed on the grass and glared at his round eyes.

"No, no, you're like a wild boar, a big wild boar. ”

She floated around it, covering her mouth and giggling.

Sometimes she would tell them interesting stories about the mountains, and sometimes she would tell them about things that happened in the temple. And they always listened and played, leaving her aside. She wasn't angry, she just got into trouble with them, and she was very happy.

The rabbit and the lynx fought, and if the rabbit couldn't beat it, she was childish and asked her to teach the lynx, and she kept circling the rabbit, laughing and not helping it to avenge it, and the rabbit screamed and whirred in a childlike voice. She giggled, and her laughter was as crisp as a silver bell.

While she was playing, she suddenly heard movement on the mountainside, and many strange and dangerous breaths were hovering over the temple, and she hurriedly flew in the direction of the temple.

When the rabbit heard her running away, he ran after her stupidly. The spirit has a very sensitive sense of smell and follows her scent. Although rabbits have low intelligence, they still have the ability to run and hide. So she didn't even expect or notice the rabbit following her.

She saw some people dressed out of place guarding the temple, and a man with a beard on his chin in the meditation room was talking to the old abbot.

She wanted to go in and listen, but as soon as her hand touched the window, a force bounced back. She triggered the barrier outside the door, quickly turned and ran out, and suddenly hid in the plane tree and covered herself with leaves, apparently forgetting that they couldn't see her. There has never been a boundary in the temple, she has always come and gone freely, so this kind of barrier must have been made by those newcomers.

The people in the house heard the movement, opened the door and walked out, and the old abbot walked behind him, stepped to his side and stopped him: "The mountain elf is stubborn, and the benefactor is frightened. ”

"Spirit?" The steward looked in the direction of the gate and his eyes sank, then turned to the abbot and bowed to him and said, "Since the master of the family has sent slaves here, he has made all the preparations, and the master should think about it." ”

The abbot's eyebrows moved, and he was obviously dissatisfied with the title in the steward's mouth, and he recited Amitabha Buddha and said, "Whatever kind of preparation you have, you need her consent." ”

The steward looked at the abbot steadily, and the old abbot was unmoved.

"You must know that the eldest lady is still in the Liangqiu family tree, as long as she is the daughter of the head of the family one day, she will never be able to be her own master. The steward was already a little impatient, and the head of the house told him when he was leaving, if he could not take it back, he would withdraw. It would be best if he could take back the eldest lady, and if he couldn't take it back, it would only be counted, but he didn't want to miss this opportunity to make meritorious contributions, so his attitude was a little anxious.

The abbot looked at him, suddenly smiled, he pinched the Buddha beads for a moment, and said: "It seems that the donor is a newcomer to the Liangqiu Mansion, I don't know the story, if the head of the Liangqiu family wants the people in this temple, unless someone makes an edict from the king, or the old man loosens his mouth, and the temple collapses, and the green lantern no longer has a place to stay." The abbot pointed to the temple behind him, with a resolute attitude.

After listening to the old abbot's words, the steward's mind turned in his stomach a few times, and finally he bowed and said, "I'm bothered." So he led the men he had brought down the mountain.

The rabbit over there chased her breath, and happened to meet the Liangqiu family who were going down the mountain, and the steward was holding back the fire in his belly, when he saw a white shadow rushing towards him, he subconsciously slashed over with all his strength. The rabbit felt the killing intent, deftly dodged, and looked at the people in front of him vigilantly after landing on the ground. Its eyes instantly turned red and it entered a state of readiness.

The rabbit was the size of an adult tiger, and the men were a little jealous, and they all drew their knives, ready to kill the spirit in front of them. Most of the Terrans are disgusted with spiritual creatures that give birth to spiritual consciousness and can speak, and find them nondescript and disgusting, and once they find them, they will kill them as foreign objects.

The rabbit instinctively felt frightened at the sight of the sword, and when it was afraid, it did nothing, and a tiger pounced on a man, and it lay on the man's body, trying to drive them away. It's just that it doesn't have fangs to intimidate, so it can only raise its claws and slap the ground as a sign of ferocity.

The person below him grabbed the rabbit's head and twisted his body wildly, screaming in fright to escape, but the body was held down by the rabbit's claws.

The steward stood aside and watched coldly, he saw that the rabbit was not aggressive, not even sharp claws, and it was up to those people, but it was still too flamboyant to kill spirits in this place, and those monks on the mountain were probably not allowed to do so.

The rest of the men tentatively approached with knives, and then the steward said in a loud voice, "Hold your breath, don't kill." ”

In the face of the siege of everyone, the rabbit had no power to fight back, and finally ran and jumped like crazy when it was cut by the knife, of course, it was the person who was crushed below by it. It screamed "huhu" as it dodged the flying swords of the men.

When she heard the rabbit's voice, she saw that the rabbit's white fur was stained with red blood, and those people surrounded the rabbit with red eyes. A man dressed differently from the others stood by and watched as if what was happening in front of him was nothing more than something ordinary.

She used her spiritual power to break some of the swords, and the knives in her hands broke for no reason, and those people were stunned one by one, stopped moving, and vigilantly observed the movements around them.

The rabbit smelled her breath and dragged his injured leg in her direction, still "whirring" in his mouth.

The steward immediately became vigilant, reached into his arms and pinched the corner of the spirit rune, ready to attack at any time. He didn't know where his opponent was, so he shouted, "Where did the mountain monster come from, come out!" The servants all retreated behind him for refuge, they all knew that the most useful thing in the face of spirits was the spirit rune.

She ignored the people and flew straight to the rabbit, looking curiously at the red liquid on its body, she felt the rabbit's vitality slowly flowing, like the blood that kept flowing from its body.

"Whew. The rabbit cried bitterly and called her aggrieved like a child.

She asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It hurts, it hurts. "The rabbit was lying on the ground, and the grass was stained with its blood.

She didn't understand what "pain" was, and looking at the rabbit's painful appearance, she seemed to understand something. She reached out and stroked the rabbit, and her slender hand passed through its body, she couldn't touch it, but the rabbit felt a hint of coldness, and the wound was less painful. It whined and cried, tears streaming down its eyes.

The monk guarding the door outside the temple heard the movement and rushed over, and when he saw the rabbit, he knew that it must be a spiritual creature in the deep mountains that accidentally broke into the realm of the human race, and happened to be met by those people. He walked over and checked the rabbit's injury, although the wound was deep, the spirit creature was highly resilient, and it was nothing serious. When he saw that the rabbit was not hurt, he was about to go back to call someone, when a person behind him suddenly shouted: "He...... He's dead!"

I saw that the person who was pressed by the rabbit before was lying motionless on the ground, no longer alive, and was actually crushed to death.

All the people surrounded them, holding knives in their hands and showing ruthlessness to surround the rabbits, in their eyes, the killing of spirits is like a subordinate killing the master, it is a great crime, and the human race has the right to deal with the spirits that kill people.

The monk stopped in front of everyone to stop them from advancing, put his hands together and chanted Amitabha, "Don't be rash, don't move. ”

When everyone saw that this monk was tall and strong, he looked like a martial artist, and they all stopped, but they refused to back down half a step.

The steward walked out of the crowd and said with a smile: "This little elf in the mountain killed my people in Liangqiu Mansion, what should the master do?"

The monk stood still like Mount Tai, standing alone in front of the rabbit.

The steward pretended to never back down, but he had the heart to watch the excitement. He was just looking to see if the monks in this temple were as merciful as the legend suggested.

He doesn't care if someone dies, he doesn't care so much if the eldest lady goes back, he wants to see the current situation, who those monks will save and who they will sacrifice.

She floated in mid-air and flew up to the butler to face him, staring at his smile and feeling strange. Why is someone laughing when he's dead?

She flew back to the rabbit and looked at it in confusion, why was the rabbit bullied by them, but killed someone? She turned her head to look at the dead man, killing is death, death means disappearing, she didn't see his spirit coming out of the body, so where would the disappeared person go?

"Whew, whew. The rabbit suddenly screamed loudly, and its red eyes seemed to glow.

She hurried over, but as soon as she touched the rabbit's fluff she was stabbed by a force, she subconsciously retracted her hand, and when she looked up, she saw a red spell mark on the rabbit's back, the spell mark was shining and hot, and the rabbit howled loudly in pain, the pain of the wound on her body had long been diluted, and even more profound was the pain of the burning spirit on her back, which rolled wildly on the ground, trying to get the things off her back.

The curse mark is planted when the rabbit is under the wing of the mountain ghost clan after giving birth to a spirit, and once the spirit creature kills someone, it will trigger the curse mark and suffer the pain of burning in the fire until death.

The people around him were all frightened by this sudden change, and they retreated far away. The monk also saw the curse mark, his brows tightened, and he tried to step forward several times, but he suppressed it. His eyes were full of compassion, and he lowered his head and read the scriptures.

She didn't notice what those people were doing, and it was hard for her to see a rabbit like that. She thought that the rabbit had been calling her, so she closed her eyes and flew to the rabbit at once, and the glowing spell mark suddenly shone brighter, burning her spirit, she could almost hear the sound of "Nga" in her ears, and she felt the pain of the rabbit, if the spirit had tears, she must have cried.

The rabbit rolled wildly, and everyone around it turned away from it. She held the rabbit in her arms and could barely catch it.

"Bunny, bunny, bunny!" she shouted to it urgently, hoping for a response. "Don't be afraid, rabbit. ”

The rabbit's wails of pain stimulated her, and her embrace stimulated the spell mark to make the rabbit even more painful, she didn't know that, she just wouldn't let go of the rabbit.

Blood splattered down the rabbit's neck and landed on the grass through her spirit, and the rabbit's shrill howl came to an abrupt end. Its chest was still fluctuating violently, blood pouring from the wound, staining the white fluff on its chest, but the curse mark slowly dimmed. The monk squatted down and stroked the rabbit's forehead with his bloodless hand, comforting it and letting it feel the warmth of his palm.

The rabbit's eyes trembled, and the light faded.

"Don't be afraid, it'll be fine soon. ”

"Don't be afraid. His voice was soft and soft, as if he were lulling a child to sleep.

The rabbit's dull gaze passed through her, looking at the sky behind her, and its mouth moved.

I...... Call......

The rabbit tried to make a sound weakly, but he didn't know that he couldn't make a sound. Its eyes moved, and suddenly turned to her floating on it.

It saw her.

Whew......

The monk did not perceive the rabbit's silent words, his eyes were only full of blood, and the monk who was nearly fifty years old killed the elf for the first time, and for the first time did not recite the scriptures in front of the dead. He kept petting and comforting the rabbit until it stopped breathing completely.

"Grass. ”

She lay on top of the rabbit and felt the rabbit's heartbeat weaken until it disappeared. She looked up, and a cloud of gray smoke flew out of the rabbit's forehead, lingered beside her for a moment, and then floated melodiously into the sky, melting into the clouds.

"I know, rabbit, your name is Grass, your favorite grass. It had always wanted to be called that, but she didn't understand what it meant until the end.

The name of each elf in the mountains is passed by the hand of the mountain ghost clan. There are a lot of spiritual creatures in the mountains, and the mountain ghost clan told them when they took them in that they don't have a name until they have enough cultivation, but the rabbits are too stupid to remember the words of the mountain ghosts. Names are something that every sapient elf dreams of, because it is the only proof that they exist in the world.

The grass is its own name, and it has always been recognized only by itself.