The years are like a rushing river, and under its washing, the sea can turn into mulberry fields.

The former Taoist temple gradually dissipated with the meaning of the law contained in it, and even if it was often taken care of, it still looked much more depressed.

At least compared to the Dragon King Temple with flourishing incense standing next to it, it is much inferior.

At this time, there were two people standing in front of the Taoist temple, one old and one young.

The old man with white hair and white beard has reached his old age, but his waist is stiff and his spirit is very good.

He took a little boy who was only five or six years old and pushed open the door of the Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is still empty, the walls are a little mottled, only the plane tree planted by the queen herself, after more than 100 years of baptism, has become taller and bigger.

The old man walked over, touched the trunk of the sycamore tree, and was stunned for a while, people are always like this when they are old, their peers leave one by one, and he is so lonely that only memory remains.

So he's been coming here a lot lately, doing nothing, and staying all day.

Xiao Bu pouted, "Father, what's so fun here?" I thought you were going to take me to the Dragon King Temple!"

The old man came back to his senses and touched his little head, his voice was no longer the Qingyue of the year, and he was already very old, "Soldiers can't go, although the world is peaceful, don't dare to forget the war." Make the officials respect the martial arts, teach the art of war, and teach the festival of marching. and the thief of the servant shall be given the art of stabbing. Let the civilians be accustomed to the soldiers, and let the world know the war!"

"Father, what are you talking about?"

The old man smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, pointed to the big tree, and said, "Do you know what kind of tree this is?"

Xiao Bu shook his head.

"Remember the little aunt who gave you a sword?"

Xiao Bu'er's eyes suddenly widened, and he said excitedly, "Remember, remember, Aunt Wutong!"

As soon as the words fell, the little girl became inexplicably lost again, "But I haven't seen my aunt and grandmother for a long time, has she forgotten me?"

The old man smiled and knocked on the door of his little brain, "Your aunt is not a mortal, as long as she has seen you, how can she forget?"

Xiao Bu raised his head, took the old man's hand, and said curiously, "Father, Aunt Wutong is so young, why do I call her Grandma?"

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help laughing, chuckling until he looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing so much that tears couldn't help falling.

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

The old man wiped away his tears, only to feel that his heart was full of sorrow, and laughed at himself, "Yes, she is still very young." ”

The old man pointed to the tall tree, "This tree is the plane tree." ”

Xiao Bu was full of surprise, "It's the same name as my aunt!"

The old man couldn't help laughing, he touched the thick trunk of the plane tree, his eyes were full of remembrance, and sighed, "Yes, this tree was planted by your eldest mother." It's grown so tall now~"

Little Bu ran over and tried to wrap the tree around with his little short hand, but how could he hold it.

However, he obviously didn't care about this, and turned his head to the old man and said, "Father, do you want to be the eldest mother?"

The old man smiled, "It's been so many years, how can you think about it." ”

"I have never met my mother, but I have heard my father say that my mother is a very good person. ”

"Well, that's good. The old man touched his little head and looked at the Taoist temple, "She is a very good person and a good king." ”

"Father, there is a sycamore tree here, is it the home of Aunt Wutong back then?"

"yes. This small Taoist temple also produced first-class characters of immortals back then. ”

"Immortals?" Xiao Bu's eyes lit up, "You said that Aunt Wutong is a fairy? Is there a dragon king in the big river?"

The old man walked to the stone table, waved his sleeves to brush off the two fallen leaves on the stone bench, sat down, beckoned to Xiao Bu'er, and Xiao Bu ran over.

The old man held him in his arms, and one of the grandparents and grandchildren said, and the other listened.

"In this Taoist temple, there was once a Taoist priest, he was your Aunt Wutong's husband~"

"Does the gentleman mean the teacher?"

"Yes, he has great powers, and he used to be the national teacher of our bhikshu country~"

"National Teacher!"

......

The story of the past, like a small wave occasionally rising in a calm river, although it is bright, but how many people can still remember it now?

......

There is a temple of the dragon king in the country of the bhikshus, which is built on the edge of a small temple.

Everyone knows that there is a divine dragon in this great river.

This divine dragon can spread clouds and rain, protect the bhikshu country, and make the rain smooth, and the grains are abundant.

So decades have passed, and the incense of this Dragon King Temple has become more and more prosperous.

Legend has it that decades ago, there were no dragons in this great river, but there were river gods.

However, the river god was an evil god, and it is said that he was transformed by demons, and he asked the people for human sacrifices, and was beheaded by a Taoist priest.

No one cares what kind of demon it is, and certainly no one cares about that Taoist priest.

That kind of fairy and monster story is only suitable for legends, because once they get close, it will be a disaster.

The river quietly rose and then dispersed in a moment.

There was a little girl on the shore, she was only a teenager, her eyebrows and eyes were clear, and she wore a small braid, and the texture was like a fishbone, which was very ingenious.

She was old and had a long stream of pilgrims there, her eyes were purring, and her eyes couldn't help but look at the small Taoist temple not far from the Dragon King Temple.

She jumped briskly and hummed a small tune, "La-la-la, oh-oh-oh, I have horns on my head and a tail behind me, no one knows, how many secrets I have~"

She looked at the open gate of the Taoist temple, couldn't help but let go of her voice, blinked with a pair of big eyes, went around to the root of the wall, used her hands and feet together, and easily climbed up to the top of the courtyard.

She slapped her little slap proudly, and hummed proudly, "Lalala, oh oh, oh oh, I am a little green dragon, a free little green dragon, I have many little secrets, so I won't tell you~Lalala, oh oh~"

Xiao Bu Er was held in the arms of the old man, and after the old man finished telling those mythical stories, he began to talk about some of the past, which made Xiao Bu a little impatient.

However, he knew that the eldest father was already very old, and he still needed to accompany him more.

The father said that the time that the eldest father could accompany them was running out, and it might not be long before they would go to another world.

Another world! I don't know what it is, he thought naively. But the thought that he might never see his father again, he was a little sad.

He didn't know what it meant to be sad, but if he was sad, he should be sad.

Sad spring and sad autumn, I can be regarded as a poet. A thought popped into him, and he was a little proud.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a little girl, who stood on the high wall and clapped her hands.

"Hey, who are you?"

Before the little girl could stand firmly, she suddenly heard a voice, was startled, and fell down from the wall.

"Oh!

Only an aftersound echoed in the courtyard.