[Longmen] Quiet and cute social animal recognizes big brother online

The author has something to say: [Wing Shanguan] is the crown of the emperor and the prince, and ordinary people can’t wear it. The inner officials use the [Internal Envoy Hat], and the most arrogant eunuchs wear the [Eight Liang Crown]

The humble author gets on his knees and admits his mistakes.

Zhihua Temple was originally the family temple of Wang Zhen. He lost his life in the national calamity, and the power of the party members in the court was cut off. The family members received it from generation to generation, and sent them to the frontier as soldiers and slaves. This family has a population of more than 200. If it is gone, it will be gone. , and built a Jingzhong ancestral hall and erected an inscription to commemorate the former courtiers who left a good story about the love between master and servant.

Because of its special status, Zhihua Temple only opens the mountain gate to the Zhihua Temple, and only senior members of the fourth grade or above or their family members can enter. The Jingzhong Ancestral Hall is located in the back temple, where monks usually offer sacrifices and occasionally come inside. The old eunuchs of the palace worshiped.

Alisa thought about going over the wall to the back temple to paint the ancestral hall, even painting the stele. Visually, the courtyard wall was twice as high as hers, and she didn't have Jordan's dunking skills, so she persuaded her to quit on the spot.

In fact, the Zhihua Hall is not bad. There is an octagonal runner made of golden nanmu in the hidden hall next door. Not to mention how many gods, Buddhas and four heavenly kings there are on the runner, and how many scriptures are placed in the drawer. Sitting on a Gapilu Buddha, it is worthwhile to have a chance to take a look, but it is a pity that those who are not above the fourth rank are not allowed to enter.

——Draw a picture of loneliness.

It’s true that painting is lonely. Painting itself is a lonely art. One by one, one by one, the boring line, if you don’t have the time to endure loneliness, it’s hard to persevere. If you can’t draw Wang Zhen, Alisa is a little lost , For two days in a row, like a stone lion at the gate of a mountain, the plank was unhappy.

In order to find inspiration, I came early in the morning to listen to the host’s lecture at the Zhihua Temple. Behind me was a row of young monks who learned from the monk and listened to obscure scriptures. One of them fell into meditation and asked the old monk to knock on the ruler. The cute face that dare not speak, looks like a little angel, bursting out her artistic enthusiasm.

Not burning incense, just painting, quickly made Alisa a clear stream among pilgrims, just like the arrogant white|female|vote makes me happy without likes, coins, or collections, but she has Special skills in making friends, no likes, no coins, no favorites, she fed a lot of butter biscuits to the little monks.

Children have clean eyes and naturally know how to distinguish whether a person is good or bad, and whether they like it from the bottom of their hearts. Alyssa treats them well, and will give them a watercolor kitten/dog/rabbit picture every time they paint, and will also Helping them with some transport work, the young novice monks liked this big sister very much, she did not violate the temple regulations, did not miss work, and did not delay her meditation. The big monks turned a blind eye and closed their eyes as if they did not know.

"Sister Ai," a young novice from the Hui family came running up, using both hands to cooperate with the trumpet, but spoke in a very small voice in her ear.

Alyssa remembered that his name was Huiyuan, so she imitated his hands to make a trumpet, and whispered, "Master Huiyuan, I didn't bring a picture of a puppy today."

Hui Yuan shook her head, "Didn't you say you wanted to visit the ancestral hall last time?"

Alisa patted his head, only shaved it once half a month, the child's hair was growing every day just like his body, and it had another layer of light blue, it was prickly and itchy, and it felt good to the touch.

"Don't do things that violate the temple rules, the masters know they will spank you."

Hearing the master's ruler, he reflexively covered his buttocks, and figured out that Alisa was teasing him. He was not afraid of her at all, and he became rebellious, insisting on doing something instead of being told to do something, to encourage her.

Huiyuan does have the capital, the little novice listens to him very much, he can be coquettish and cute, and he understands that children who can cry have milk to drink. The masters like this little monkey. There are gossip that the host will accept him as soon as he is formally ordained. disciple.

"I know you sister Ai, you want to see the ancestral hall. Tomorrow the temple will have distinguished guests, and no other pilgrims will be accepted. The masters are either in the front yard or the abbot's courtyard. No one is guarding the back temple. I can take you in."

"Little villain," although I really want to see it, Alisa is an adult, so I won't be distracted by half-sized people, "You say you are a distinguished guest, and you don't receive pilgrims. How dare you break the ban and be punished by the masters If I catch it, I will be blocked at most, but it will be different for you, with spanking and other punishments."

"Why don't you do anything?" Huiyuan pulled out her voice, with a stubborn air of being fearless and determined to achieve her goal, "will you come? If you don't come, I'll tell Huizhi and Huimin that I won't be with you in the future." Play."

Alisa couldn't laugh or cry, and she couldn't believe that she was threatened. She was threatened like a primary school chicken, which was boring and effective.

"Well...why should I listen to the brat?"

Alisa, who waited at the west gate the next morning as agreed, looked at the sky speechlessly, and was unbelievably coerced. After all, she couldn’t resist the whispers of the devil in her heart. I want to see.. I want to see.. The original copy of the inscription was destroyed in the hand of the hooves.

"Sister Ai," a green-skinned head stuck out from behind the door, patrolled around, found the target, and waved to people, "Here, Sister Ai."

Alisa saw that these grapes looked like round eyes, she was knowledgeable and wise, just like the name Zhongzhi, she had a lot of ghost ideas, she was Huiyuan's dog-headed military adviser, "Why are you? Where is Huiyuan?"

"He was called away by Master Jingwen. I'm here to take Sister Ai in."

Alisa retreated, "Oh, Huiyuan isn't here...or should I just forget about it?"

Huizhi touched his forehead, "Huiyuan said, if you don't come, sister, I will ignore you from now on."

Wow.. The child is indeed a symbiosis of angels and demons. She believed it, and the whispers of the devil in her heart urged her to take a look, just take a look, and leave after reading.

She was bewitched by the demon to step over the threshold.

Alisa stroked her forehead in frustration, "Impulse is the devil. Impulse is the devil..." Don't believe it, her ecstatic expression betrayed her heart, the devil wins more than V.

The inscription stands outside the ancestral hall. On the inscription are the four characters of "Emperor Ming Grace", two five-clawed golden dragons coiled around, and the bottom part is Wang Zhenping's life. The crow's feet make people smile vividly, and there is a kind of gentleness and generosity of a middle-aged uncle, without seeing the cunning mentioned in history.

Alisa wanted to understand the specific content of the inscription. Sentences in ancient classical Chinese depended on judgment. Her judgment was not very good. Two consecutive paragraph mistakes were combined to form a sentence, and she became a black question mark face.

"Let the world take care of the world X the safety of Mount Tai can be said to have the merits of the community XX. Che Kai's northern expedition XX XX heart XX will..."

Seeing the time passed, she didn't finish half of it, she was a little anxious, and she was about to commit obsessive-compulsive disorder tortured by three or four unknown XX in one sentence, and she got stuck on X again, and she couldn't help poking her forehead.

"I tell you to read more, read more, you can't even read the inscriptions smoothly, and the addition of traditional Chinese characters to classical Chinese is so complicated..."

Alisa, a liberal arts dog who relies entirely on rote memorization of classical Chinese, is about to beep, and someone offered to help.

"It says that the prince once served Renzong Xuanzong, and he was highly regarded by Xuanzong. He served Yingzong with caution and respect all his life. Since Yingzong succeeded to the throne, he was devoted to the public, and he did things that benefited the country, but died in the national calamity of Tumubao. Build a shrine and set up a stele to prove the loyalty of the prince."

After reading it again, it suddenly became clear, Alisa said gratefully, "Thank you brother."

The person who helped translate replied, "No thanks."

Huizhi said that the great monks went to pick up the guests, and there was no one in the temple, no one! !

The cold air shot up from Alisa's back, as if she had just done an ice bucket challenge. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva to cheer herself up, and suddenly turned her head to see someone standing behind her. The portrait of Wang Zhen wears dragon head and fishtail clothes and an inner envoy hat on the head, with two streamers hanging from the back of the hat, one hair is the same as the other hair.

I have seen Sadako, Kayako, Silent Hill, and Mr. Zombie. Many ghost friends held hands in front of her eyes and replayed the most tragic and terrifying scenes in her head over and over again as if they had made an appointment.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ah ! !

She was so frightened that she couldn't straighten her tongue. She hugged everything around her that could provide a sense of security to seek shelter. The inscription was too big to wrap her hands around. She realized that she was hugging the inscription of Wang Zhen. Balanced, fell to the ground.

"Ghost, where is the ghost?"

In broad daylight..

People in clothes with dragon head and fishtail looked up. The day was cloudy and sunny for a while, and the air was cloudy and humid. It was probably going to rain, so I didn’t pay attention for a while. People fell to the ground with their feet in the air, and their kerchiefs and hats fell off. With black hair scattered on her shoulders, she must have fallen hard, her eyes were filled with water mist, her white and tender face was frightened, she had to shrink her body if she wanted to run but didn't dare to run, pitiful.

Shang Ming is not so blind that he can't tell the difference between a man and a woman, "Little girl... hello..." Where did you come from?

Alisa is full of ghosts, eating people, ghosts | killing | people, she has experienced so many unscientific experiences, she has gone beyond the scope of materialism, and the existence of ghosts and gods seems to have a certain possibility. Resist the fear and step forward.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, I drive you out, I drive you away..."

This ghost is too powerful, a slap slaps the cross, and her courage is also slapped away. The back of her hand is slapped red, and Alisa hugs her head like everyone who is afraid, and assumes that as long as she doesn't look at it, the ghost will go away.

"Mr. Ghost, don't embarrass me, I'm not good..."

Shang Ming, "You are sick..." Isn't this girl a fool?

Alisa felt that the ghost was looking at her, she must be thinking where to put her mouth, tears fell down, it is so powerful, even the cross is not afraid, don't try to escape without Constantine's deceitful mouth, she is dead up.

Shang Ming listened to her nonsense and figured it out, this girl thought he was a ghost, he touched his face, he looked terrible?All court ladies and eunuchs who entered the palace had the minimum requirements for good facial features, and ugly faces and concubines in the palace were a serious crime.

So he can't be ugly, it's probably because the girl is sick.