The villain has a white moonlight

The familiar light scent of herbs lingered on the tip of his nose, the young man was both surprised and happy, hugged him, buried his head in the man's arms, and said: "Thank you."

"Wow!" However, the next moment, a cheerful dog barked, and the boy was dragged away from the warm-hearted man's embrace by biting the hem of his back.

Before he could recover, that vigorous black shadow came over like a small whirlwind, threw the boy to the ground violently, and rubbed against him vigorously.

The boy stroked the fluffy dog's head: "Hey, dog, do you know me?"

"Wow~~~WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The black fine dog stepped on Du Ruozhi's heart, shook little Yiba quickly, and howled excitedly at the moon.

"Dude, stop bragging, let me go first!"

Gouzi let go of the boy, Du Ruozhi stood up and patted the dust on his body: "Actually, I think you look familiar too." The boy scratched Gouzi's neck hair and said concernedly: "Good dog, are you hurt? "

The black dog's front legs and one ear were wrapped with white bandages, but it still moved like a mad rabbit without losing its demeanor. Du Ruozhi felt pity and was happy.

"Woo lulu." The dog rubbed its fluffy head against the boy, and the whole dog was about to stick to the boy, looking very happy.

"You are so cute, I cherish it," the young man held the sides of the dog's head and rubbed it vigorously, "Let me say a few words to your master first!"

"Wow!" Gouzi stepped aside obediently, still sticking out his tongue with his mouth open, his tail wagging non-stop, and he was very happy as far as the naked eye could see.

The white-clothed Taoist with black hair and silver lotus crown standing with hands behind his back, wearing black paint and red face, Kunlun slave mask with high nose and wide eyes, has been standing quietly under the laurel tree beside the road during this period, as if watching the boy with gentle eyes with the Spaniel.

If only his eyes could see.

The Taoist under the moonlight exudes his unique gentle temperament. The night wind blows, his clothes are fluttering, accompanied by a red butterfly, fluttering its wings and floating in the air, emitting a faint red light in the night.

"Thank you, brother." The boy smiled at the Taoist priest in white under the laurel.

"Well, this young man lost his way in the crowd?" The man had the softest voice in the world.

"Brother Fu Mengsheng, you clearly know it's me, and I know it's you too." Du Ruozhi said with a smile.

"How did you recognize it, who is it among thousands of people?"

"I'm already familiar with the fragrance of Du Heng grass on my brother." Du Ruozhi raised his head, looked at the person in front of him, and smiled.

Hearing this, the man no longer held his hands behind his back, and took off the mask, with a gentle smile on his lips: "I see, my little friend's senses are also very sensitive!"

At the beginning of the sweet-scented osmanthus flower on the moon in Jinling, there are endless books about the romantic affairs of celebrities.

Du Ruozhi didn't speak, just stared blankly at the person standing with the mirror in his hand, the noise around him was silent, the shadows disappeared, the lights were safe, and time seemed to stand still.

The breeze is blowing, the autumn flowers are rustling, and the smile on the handsome face of the man under the light is like the early cherry blossoms slowly blooming in spring. A certain ethereal image that I have seen in my dream finally has a clear appearance that can be touched. He is delighted, he is obsessed, like a dream but not a dream.

"Little friend?" the young man didn't respond for a while, and the Taoist in white said gently.

"Yes, Brother Fu Mengsheng, I am here."

"Little friend is happy?"

"Yeah, I'm very happy to meet brother Fu Mengsheng." Du Ruozhi couldn't help showing a big smile when the other party couldn't see him.

"The same goes for Daozi." There was a gentle smile in Fu Mengsheng's eyes as light as glazed glass.

Du Ruozhi's smile became even brighter: "Brother, is this trip going to the Xie family?"

"Well, before that, how about asking my little friend to accompany Daozi to the White Pagoda to offer lanterns?"

how?Of course I agreed!

The white-clothed Taoist and the red-clothed young man both turned their backs to the bustling place, followed by a dog and a butterfly, and headed for the White Pagoda of Youlong.

Youlong White Pagoda is located in the east of Jinling City. The white pagoda is soaring into the sky, with nine layers and octagonal corners. The cornices are hung with copper bells, which are in pairs with the mirror image in the clear water in front of the pagoda. There are a thousand and one bright lights in the white pagoda. Day and night, it has been like this for a hundred years.

Originally, the White Pagoda had no tower bells or bright lights, but there was a custom of holding candles to pray for blessings on the day of the Autumn Official Sacrifice.The long-lasting lamp offerings originated from a passer-by.

Everyone was also curious about the identity of the owner of the tower bell and the person who gave the lamp.According to the old man in charge of taking care of the White Pagoda, a hundred years ago, a young man brought a cart of gold to the original pagoda guard and asked him to guarantee that the pagoda would pay for the purchase and hard work. There are one thousand and one lamps for the day and night. When the gold is used up, the man will come again.

Now a hundred years have passed, the original tower keeper has passed away, and the tower keeper who inherited his father's career is now over half a hundred years old, but the car gold has only been used for less than one-third, because praying at the White Tower is very effective, and the earthly High-ranking officials and ordinary people are used to going to the White Pagoda to offer lanterns and pray for blessings, and there are as many people as stars during the festivals.

One thousand and one lamps in the pagoda is the upper limit. Only when the lamps offered by the previous person are exhausted can they be replaced.Therefore, there is also a queue for offering lanterns.The merit boxes in the pagoda are full every day, and most of them are wish notes with money handed in. The places for offering lanterns can be backed up for one year, and there is no room for spending the funds of the original lantern offering person , from this point of view, the day when that person will show up is nowhere in sight.

Curiosity is not obsession. The unidentified passer-by has been forgotten by most people, and only the custom of offering lamps to pray for blessings has been handed down.

Because holding a candle to pray for blessings caused a small fire, the blessing on the day of the Autumn Official Festival was changed to offering lanterns. After the fireworks display on the second day of the Autumn Official Festival, everyone can go to offer new lanterns. , the light position is naturally first-come, first-served, and the lights are led at the west window of Yelan on the top floor of the White Tower.

Tonight's tour of the Dragon White Pagoda, before the time is up, there are also many praying people.

There was still some time before the lights were set off, and most people were waiting outside, chatting and laughing on the terrace in twos and threes, and some of them chanted poems with masks on.

When Du Ruozhi came back here, Fu Mengsheng took the boy to the tower to familiarize himself with the environment.

The fine dog climbed to the third floor of the tower and couldn't run any longer. Du Ruozhi picked up the dog alone, stroked his hair and asked Fu Mengsheng, "Brother, what's your dog's name?"

Little Ai Po happily wagged her tail, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

"It's your dog, it's called Xiao Aipo." Fu Mengsheng said with a smile.

"Ha, my dog? My brother can actually joke around. But it's a really good name." Du Ruozhi said solemnly: "My brother is good at Qihuang, and he named the dog according to the two herbs of wormwood and Wuyuepo. Bar?"

Fu Mengsheng's smile deepened: "Xiao Aipo should be very happy, her name has more meanings."

"Woof!" Xiao Aipo agreed very much.

"Brother, you are like this, I'm really not sure." The young man blushed, glanced at the red butterfly, remembered that there seemed to be a red light among the silver butterflies that flew away that night, and asked again: "Then, Do butterflies have names?"

"Yellow Spring leads the way."

"This name is really good." Du Ruozhi closed his eyes and continued to brag.

"It's the butterfly's own name."

"Brother, you should save me some face!" Du Ruozhi stroked his forehead.

"If there is any offense, please forgive me, little friend."

"Don't, don't, brother, don't say that, it's too late for me to be happy!"

"The moonlight must be beautiful tonight." The smile on Fu Mengsheng's mouth was like ripples in spring water.

Du Ruozhi turned his face sideways and looked up at the Taoist in white. There was a row of tower windows where he passed. Outside the windows, the full moon hung in the dark blue sky, hazy with smoke and clouds, and its brilliance remained undiminished.

However, no matter how beautiful the moonlight is, it is not as good as the person in front of you.

Unconsciously, the two of them had arrived at the main hall of Qingyun in the pagoda.

In the place of worship in the hall, in addition to the five types of offerings such as incense, flowers, lotus lamps, water, and fruits, there is also a large sea of ​​white flowers, spreading in the hall like snow waves.Thousands of candles glow like stars, and the place of worship is not a common statue, but a huge mural.

Du Ruozhi's emotions, which he had finally withdrawn, were disturbed again, and he stared at the mural in a daze.

On the mural is a young man in silver armor, surrounded by red butterflies, standing on the waves, and the cuffs of the flying white robe are embroidered with wild and wild cloud patterns. The delicate face adds heroism, and the long silver-white hair is tied up by a high crown of blue crystals, and is blown wildly by the strong wind, with two jade-white coral-like horns protruding from the hair.

Behind him, there are roaring waves all over the sky, a large piece of blue inlaid with white waves, like Kunshan jade shattered, the snow peak is about to fall, but the man has a calm expression, his golden eyes are full of tenderness, compassion, and indelible love feel nostalgic.

The man pointed a long sword to the sky with one hand, and formed a seal in front of his heart with the other. A blood-colored crabapple flower floated in front of him, emitting a faint red light in the misty water.

When the midnight bell rang, there was a commotion in the crowd, and they all went to line up at the west window of Yelan to lead the lights.

Seeing this mural, Du Ruozhi felt sad for some reason, and felt a tear fall.

The young man wiped away his tears and calmed down: "Brother, do you know who is the enshrined person in the White Pagoda of Youlong?"

"The Lord of Menghuai River, Shui Jun Lingxi, but the person in this mural is the son of Shui Jun and the Empress of the Yuyi Clan. Isn't it okay, kid?" Before Fu Mengsheng could answer, a clear female voice sounded.

The woman carried a bamboo basket on her arm, which also contained the five offerings, walked up to the two of them, looked at Fu Mengsheng from head to toe, didn't speak, just pursed her lips and smiled.

Du Ruozhi was a little unhappy, and stepped forward to stand in front of Fu Mengsheng: "Thank you big sister for clarifying the confusion, why don't you pray?"

"Little friend, what are you nervous about?" The woman smiled and took a step forward: "I just watched, this beautiful priest looks familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before."

"Daozi can be sure that he has never met the girl before."

"Oh?"

"The girl is not human, you have the smell of old clay and ashes." Fu Mengsheng smiled gently: "Daozi is very strange."

The author has something to say: Xiao Ai Po is not a light bulb, hum.

Daoist Fu Mengsheng's number one obsessive brother, even if little Du Ruo loses his memory, he still has to close his eyes and blow it!

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