Chunyin

"very painful."

Zhuang Heng uttered these three words very softly, so softly that no one else could hear them, but only I could hear them—it sounded like he didn't want others to know that he was in pain, but he only wanted to let me know that he was going to be in pain at the time died.

My heart throbbed again.

Is this person complaining to me, acting like a baby?

I was taken aback by my own thought. How could Zhuang Heng, such a hard-hearted and invulnerable person, come to complain to me coquettishly?

Just as he was thinking about it, a chuckle suddenly came from the door of the shop. Turning around to look, he saw a young man wearing a fresh green gown in the drizzle outside the door, with an ebony hairpin inserted obliquely beside it. Holding a newly bloomed peach blossom and carrying a small wine jar, she was a little short when she crossed the threshold, lowered her head and lifted up a corner of her clothes, and walked into the room staggeringly covered in rain and mist.

The proprietress was fascinated by the sidelines, and when he entered the room, Fang followed hesitantly, and greeted him as if she dared not approach: "This guest officer..."

The man raised his hand without looking back, his loose sleeves fell down, revealing a white and well-proportioned forearm, he shook the wine jar, smiled brightly in a place where the proprietress could not see, and said: "Don't bother, I'm with you." These two are together."

The proprietress seemed to be naive at first, but when she regained her composure, her expression froze, and she looked into the room again, counting and counting the new guests, there were only two of them in total——

I heard her murmuring softly: "Today is really, I saw a ghost."

I smiled wryly: Didn't I see a ghost?

When the young man arrived at the table, he glanced at the four dishes on the table, gave a soft "tsk", and then put the wine jar in his hand on the table, but a few green loquats and The red hawthorn came.

Seeing him, Zhuang Heng said, "Every time Dong Jun goes down to the lower realms, he never suffers even if he eats and takes."

The man didn't care about it, he said with a smile: "I take it back and show it to Shangqing."

Zhuang Heng nodded: "Such vulgar things are indeed rare in the Nine Heavens of Bliss."

I was thinking about the relationship between Zhuang Heng and this Chunmu Shenjun, and suddenly a bright red hawthorn was handed to me. I was startled for a moment, got up quickly and respectfully received it with both hands, saying: "Thank you Dongjun for the gift."

Zhuang Heng glanced at me, probably surprised that I have such a dog-legged side after being a ghost - I can't blame me for that.Although he is a jiao, he is still half dragon and half immortal, and he seems to have a close relationship with this Chunmu god, so he can naturally be informal.But I'm just a wild ghost, and these high-level figures naturally suppress us. I can only feel at ease if I'm a bit of a dog.

Gou Mang smiled and said, "You still remember me."

I said: "Dongjun's celestial beauty is incomparable. Since I am lucky enough to meet him, I dare not forget each other for a day."

This is about decades ago, when Jumang gave alms in the lower realm, he happened to pass by the Kushui River, and I had this fate with him.

That Chunmu Shenjun was obviously very useful when he heard it, he smiled and said "Yes", and said: "Although this is flattery, it sounds very good."

I brought out the past events in the heavenly world that I heard from the land, and flattered me: "Someone heard that the most beautiful god in the heavenly world used to be the God of Guangling, but since Dong Jun appeared in human form thousands of years ago, he has crowned the Three Realms with all his splendor. Since then, no one has mentioned Guangling Shenjun again."

"Hey, that's what I said." Gou Mang laughed first, then shook his head modestly and said, "Guangling and I each have their own merits." Then he glanced at Zhuang Heng with a smile, took out a hawthorn and handed it over, saying: "My son My friend Yu, would you like to try it, the winter hawthorn is very delicious."

Zhuang Heng pushed his hand and refused lightly: "No need. Sour."

"Huh? Are you still afraid of acid?" Jumang raised his eyebrows and smiled exaggeratedly, "I thought you should be used to it."

Zhuang Heng obviously didn't want to argue with him about whether it was sour or not, and said: "I have invited Dong Jun here today. I have something to do, and I want to ask Dong Jun for help."

"Oh, it's rare that you still have something to ask me for." Gou Mang poured himself a drink, then looked at me, "Then what... what's your name now?"

What is it called now?

I heard something was wrong, but it was not easy to ask, so I just answered honestly: "My surname is Liang, my single name is Yin, and my name is Lanyu."

"Yin? Which Yin?"

I said: "Recite poems to make a correct recitation."

Gou Mang let out an "oh", then laughed again, and said, "The night song of the shark is very suitable."

Noticing Zhuang Heng's indifferent gaze, Gou Mang smiled at him again, "Hey, look at you, let's say a few words."

Zhuang Heng said: "Ever since Dongjun chased people to Mount Jiao Nan, his other skills have not improved, but his ability to communicate has improved."

Gou Mang seemed to be poked at the pain point by him, and after drinking a glass of stuffy wine, he said bitterly: "Hey, I'm just talking. Zi Yu, don't say you are suffering, this gentleman is also suffering very much."

I listened silently by the side, as silent as a cicada, not daring to make a sound.In fact, when Zhuang Heng said just now that Mang's ability is all about greetings, I wanted to laugh, but I held back.It has to be said that Zhuang Heng has a good eye and is good at stabbing people.

The land of Menggu Mountain also told me about Dongjun's romantic anecdotes—hey, it's the same for people and immortals. When life is boring, I like to make up some gossip to relieve boredom.These gossips are probably true in all likelihood.

Mount Jiaonan is a fairy mountain in the Western Paradise of Paradise. There is a Buddhist hall on the mountain, and the attendants of the five Buddhas and Tathagatas live in the hall. The Dharma name is Shangqing.

This Dong Jun, the love sin that has not been opened for tens of thousands of years was knocked out by a good monk.After the eminent monk knocked on his love sinus, he went away with the wind without a trace, leaving him looking forward to the autumn water and full of lovesickness.

Isn't that bitter?

The author says:

A lovely cameo, the story of Dongjun and Shangqing is the ending short story "Tempting Buddha" next door.abuse!But it looks good!