Chang'an India

"It's all fake! Hahaha! It's all fake

Fake! "

One year in the world, one hundred years in another world—300 years have passed, and the youth from the world still looks like a double ten, but there is no brilliance in those peach blossom eyes that seem to smile even if they don't smile.He pulled the hair crown, hugged his head and laughed wildly: "It's all fake! Who am I, who am I..."

"You are……"

The fetish of the real dragon was full of panic, suddenly dissipated his male body and turned into a female, as if he felt that this was more lovable, he held the hand of the person in front of him and said: "You are my Meng Lang..."

"Who are you? Who are you?!"

"I am your Ah Lian...you said it, you clearly said it..."

With tears in the woman's eyes, she heard the thunder in the sky, and there was a hint of a rainstorm—but she suddenly raised her hand to wipe away the tears, and she refused to look pitiful, and turned into a man in an instant, hugging the person in front of her tightly , Tell him word by word: "You clearly said that I will always be your Ah Lian!"

"Yes... Ah Lian... I'm sorry for you... Ah Lian..."

The young man regained consciousness for a moment, then hugged the person in front of him, and said to him repeatedly in a numb manner, "Ah Lian, I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

"........."

The man wanted to lower his head to kiss him, but seeing the young man push himself away, he said with a foolish smile, "It's a dream in a millennium...it's all a dream...it's all fake..."

"Where is it fake, I can change it." The real dragon still pretended to be a man, but he pulled people and asked, "Mr., what is fake, I can change..."

"You are fake, I am fake, they are all fake, they are all dreams..."

"........."

He sealed his soul without words, let him fall into a deep sleep, and no longer make useless arguments.

"Later, he fell asleep more often than he woke up," Zhenlong pulled out his thoughts from the memories, and said to the two with a smile, "but he couldn't sleep forever... Fortunately, one day, he was in good spirits that day. After a while, we sat down and had a meal together," Meng Lian said as he walked, leading the two to a small building near the West Lake. The seal of the world has been loosened, and a gap has opened..."

"........."

Bian Yonglan and Tan Shan looked at each other, knowing that the gap should be the result of Xia Chunqiu's seal in the mountain that day.

"I don't know how long the gap can last, so I didn't dare to delay for a moment and sent him back to the world."

"........."

"I once heard him say that in your human scriptures, life and death will always be endless, and you will write many times." Meng Lian shook her head and smiled, "But it turned out that when it was time to say goodbye, I didn't even have time to say anything to him. What, I dare not delay the work of this sentence."

"........."

"However, the gap has been open for two quarters. I looked at the gap and thought for a moment, can I also follow him to your world?" Zhenlong shook his head again and said, "But I know, like A fetish like me, no matter how hard I try to get rid of it, I won’t be able to go... Heaven forbids it.”

"........."

"So I could only watch the gap close—I knew that there would be two quarters of an hour, and maybe I should say goodbye to him...but in fact, I don't have anything to say."

If these words were spoken from a mortal, they would be extremely sad and sad, but from the mouth of this god who has lived for millions of years, they are flat, and there is no sorrow at all.

"This god, the poor monk has something to ask for."

Tan Shan suddenly said from the side: "Mortal souls have the way of reincarnation, but there are also some mortal souls that cannot re-enter reincarnation for some reason. The poor monk wants to keep them here, wipe away the memories of previous lives, and purify the mortal world of karma. Can God Lord take care of Yi Er?"

"There is nothing wrong with it," the real dragon agreed, "but you don't have to find something for me to do. Whether they can integrate into this place depends on their good fortune—this seat is approaching catastrophe, can you survive this time?" It’s still unknown.”

The monk nodded lightly, raised his wrist to take off the beads, and saw more than a hundred ghosts appearing in the blink of an eye.The real dragon waved his hand along with him, and saw the aura scattered here again, blending into the ghosts, promising them a home.

There are men and women, old and young, the ghosts have completely erased the memories of their previous lives at the moment of appearance, but they also know how to be grateful.

Meng Lian's eyes followed the ghosts, and finally stopped at a street corner, in front of a calligraphy and painting booth.

Bian Yonglan watched the real dragon walking slowly towards the stall, but he didn't remember what calligraphy and painting stall was there just now—"Boss, wake up, it's open," Meng Lian knocked on the wooden table set up by the owner of the calligraphy and painting stall , looked at him with a smile and said, "I'm just idle, let's write something."

"Young master, what word do you want?"

The owner of the calligraphy and painting stall was dozing off with his head propped up, but when he heard the words, he raised his head, and saw that his complexion was like jade, his peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling even if he didn't smile, and he looked at the person in front of the stall affectionately.

"Just ask for one..."

"It's better to take pity on the people in front of you when you are full of mountains and rivers, and you are far away," the young man asked with a smile, "I will call you 'A Lian' from now on, okay?"

"...Are you really not planning to go back?"

The woman with silver hair and white dress in front of the young man was originally a bully of Shuang Saixue, but for some reason her face turned red, she tilted her head and asked a question, and felt that she had no aura when she turned into a woman. In front of him, he pretended to be a man.

"Don't think you are slick, I don't know what you are thinking," Zhenlong said arrogantly, "I have seen people before, you mortals are the most greedy and lustful, but you don't know that the creatures in my world don't distinguish between yin and yang..."

"Okay, okay, I know you look good when you become a man," the young man was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and said with a smile, "If you want to be a man, then we can be brothers." He said "to be a brother" in his mouth, but he raised his hand and tapped Long's chin lightly, "Since you are a brother, you can take my surname—surname Meng and name Lian. ,OK?"

"... Whatever you want." Long gave mortals an annoyed look, but suffered because he didn't know that in the mortal world, even when married, he had to bear his husband's surname.

As soon as the real dragon's heart moved, the old man, who was transformed with aura, naturally wrote a picture for him according to the wish of the gods and objects-the poem had two lines, but the word was only half a line in the end.

But after hearing a clear chant, the sky turned into clouds and mist, and the real dragon turned into its true form, and its long body went straight into the sky.

"Bian Yonglan," Long Xiang heard a voice coming from the distance, "Do you know that there is a ray of the true spirit of heaven and earth in your soul, how can I feel your joy, anger, sorrow and joy?"

The real dragon is handsome, the scales are shining with silver light, the huge dragon body roams freely among the clouds and mists, and he pokes his head and asks the mortals: "I think he will be happy when he returns home. But let me tell you My name, what is the sadness in your heart?"

The dragon chanted again, and the gods didn't wait for the answer from the mortals, so they pulled up thousands of feet and disappeared into the clouds, unexpectedly no longer waiting for an answer.

Once Shenlong is gone, the old man who was formed according to his will will also dissipate.

There is only a piece of white rice paper floating down, and the paper is full of dragons and phoenixes. It is a very beautiful cursive.

I don’t know the gods, but these half-que human poems are actually not two lines, but three lines: between the half-line "full of mountains and rivers and empty thoughts", and the blank "It's better to take pity on the people in front of you", but there is another sentence, " Falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more."

The Marquis of Wanjiang raised his eyes and saw that there was no wind or rain by the West Lake.

The flowers are just in time, and the spring is in full bloom. This scenery is created according to the wishes of that person, without reincarnation of the four seasons, and the state of flowers chasing water.

That should have been forever and ever, thousands of years—just the right time.

Long Fei left and left the two mortals in a dummy world.

The two lingered in this dummy world for a few days, and finally understood why Mr. Meng said it was fake.

Xu Yinjian's aura is pure, and the human form he transforms, although he only has a rough mind, can be felt after a few days of dealing with him. He is really a good person, and he can't teach a bad person.

Up and down the mountain, no matter "Yucheng" or "Jiangnan", it is really here, and it deserves the reputation of "Land of Abundance" and "Wonderland on Earth"-in this fake world, every family is healthy and smooth, and the road does not pick up lost things, and the door is not closed at night. , everyone has a smile on their face, no fighting, no quarreling, no scolding, no seeking fame, no pursuit of profit, no love, hatred, hatred, ignorance, no suffering of birth, old age, sickness and death, and live a peaceful and happy life day after day.

——Happy and joyful, so it is false.

Ordinary people are born short-lived and have no ambition to live forever. No matter how they don’t want to forget or change, they still forget and change. If there is suffering and sorrow in the world, if there is a world free from suffering and worry, then it is naturally false. of.

Marquis of Wan Jiang and Tan Shan strolled out of this "fairyland on earth", shook their heads and said two words with emotion to the monk: "Human."

Don't say that Mr. Meng is crazy if he lives here, Bian Yonglan feels that if he wants to live here for a long time, he may also go crazy-in the eyes of people who understand people, it is so fake Creepy.

Thinking of this, Marquis Wan Jiang himself felt that it was not very auspicious, so he stopped thinking about it, took the monk's hand, and walked with him among the beautiful scenery that is not in the world.

Although the sky and the earth here can't see the sun and the moon, there is also day and night.At night, it's not that you can't see your fingers, but that there is a clear glow everywhere, the mountains are covered with silver gauze, and the water is shining.It should be because of the abundant aura here that it will shine brightly at night.

After walking out of the dummy world, Bian Yonglan felt more at ease, and stopped by a shallow stream with the monks, leaning against an ancient tree, seeing the stream shining like a precious belt.

"Although I don't know how to go back, but no matter how long I want to stay here..." He pulled Tan Shan in front of him, raised his face slightly, looked at him and said, "Even if it is 1000 or 1 years, I will definitely I won't forget you."

"........."

"Master, my heart for you will always be like this moment." He took the monk's hand and put it in his heart, "Never change, never forget."

Through two layers of clothes, Tan Shan could feel the heartbeat of the person in front of him, and it was steady, one after another, stringing together a promise.

But Buddha's own heartbeat suddenly beat at this moment—a little bit of starlight between the leaves of the ancient tree, shining on the eyebrows of the person in front of him, and the expression between the eyebrows is the deepest, the most incisive, the most pure, and the most true— ——How dare you say "forever" among ordinary people?But speaking from the mouth of the person in front of him, it is really to the point, as if it can really promise a thousand years, forever.

Tan Shan lowered his eyes, suddenly withdrew his hand, took off the Buddhist beads on his left wrist with his right hand, and took the hand of the person in front of him, and put the Buddhist beads on his wrist.

"From now on..."

The ghost has already obtained its natural destiny, and the Buddhist beads are neither ice nor cold, they have only been twisted in the hands of the Buddha for more than [-] years, and they are given to his sweetheart with the warmth left over half his life.

If the Buddha no longer calls him a Buddha, then from this moment on, there will be no Buddha himself—he said to him, "My surge is always in my heart."

The author has something to say: Who would have thought that I would update again at this weird time...

Master and Lan Lan, rounding up and down, this is the certification. Mr. Meng didn’t stay here for immortality. He really likes dragons. For the story, you must watch "The World of Copper Coins", I don't allow anyone who hasn't watched Master Xuan Min and Xue Pipi!Xue Pipi's mouth hahaha, he wanted to confess him!