Looking Through the Mirror

[There is a spirit in Zhongshan, named Zhuyin. 】

He met a dragon.

The giant dragon was dozing under the tree, with a pair of blood-red horns on top of its head, its whole body covered with skin as hard as steel, and its spread wings covered the sky like dark clouds.

The young man paused, untied the long sword on his back and put it aside, his amber eyes were full of curiosity.He was wearing a snow-white monk's robe, his long hair was tied up high, and his attire was a bit nondescript, but he had a pure and holy temperament. He clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's mantra, and asked softly, "Can I...can I touch you?"

The giant dragon didn't speak, but opened his eyes and looked at him, the eyes of different colors filled with the brilliance of the stars.The long night suddenly turned into day, and the dragon flapped its wings, but did not refuse.

The boy then stepped forward, and carefully touched the pair of smooth horns that reflected the light in the shining sun with his fingertips, a look of amazement flashed across his eyes.

"Are human beings so rare and strange?"

"It's just me." The young man laughed, causing the leaves on the branch to tremble slightly, and then fell on the dragon's body, "Three thousand worlds, millions of living beings, how can you know living beings if you haven't entered the world?"

When he left, it was a winter night a year later, and the snow was as heavy as goose feathers, and he was covered with snow.

Goodbye will be thousands of years later, the god of Zhongshan leads all the soldiers to the foot of the mountain, the horns are still towering, and although the wings are broken, they can still cover the sky when they are opened.The former white-clothed boy stood on the cornice and called out "Manjusri" in a low voice. Suddenly, the light shone brightly, and the green blade galloped towards the outside of the temple like a dragon. When the boy opened his eyes, it turned into a rain of thousands of arrows in an instant. , have swirled down.

Zhong Shanshen raised his head and let out a long cry, then transformed into a human form, raised his palm to hold the sky, and with a light grip, the sharp light shattered into remnants and fell powerlessly.The man took a step, traveled thousands of miles in an instant, and appeared in front of the young man.He looked down at the vermilion on the other's lips, "It's a pity." He sighed, "If it weren't for that, you might not be able to defeat me."

"Really?" The young man's expression remained unchanged, he recalled Manjusri, and wiped the sword with his hand.

The move resumed, the sword wind knocked back the powerful enemy in front of him, the young man lowered his head slightly, with a compassionate and gentle smile on his lips.He shook his head, "Thousands of years ago, I was ordered by my teacher to go to Zhongshan to kill and protect lives." He sighed softly, "The mistake has been made, and regret is useless. The catastrophe started because of me, and it should end with me." As he said, Manjusri held the sword formula upside down, and the killing intent rushed away like a tidal wave, and with a soft drink, the scene in front of him turned into a dream.

After the war, the waterless ocean was dead silent, with blood on the oars and corpses everywhere.Beside the broken sword was a small piece of broken jade, the man looked familiar, so he bent down to pick it up.

It was a certain day many years ago, the boy was sitting on a branch and playing the flute, and the tassels tied with white jade fluttered in the wind.Zhong Shanshen was exhaling lightly towards the foot of the mountain, when he suddenly heard the music, he couldn't help turning his head to look.But the young man raised his eyes to look at himself and asked, "Zhuyin, you are Zhongshan God, you can take human form, right?"

The sunlight is as gentle as the faint smile in his eyes.

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My friend, it is difficult to fully understand this matter.