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Chapter 518 This little white dragon is not that little white dragon

Chapter 518 This little white dragon is not that little white dragon

"Where do you want to go now?"

"Mocanxi."

Mocanxi is not popular among the Eighteen Streams. It is not included in the scenic spots and most tourists don’t know about it. He Huan asked: “Why go to Mocanxi?”

"Isn't there a little white dragon there?"

"But you said you like He Huan!"

"I didn't say I didn't like Little White Dragon!"

He Huan turned to look at her, Long Teng turned away, He Huan tilted his head in front of her, Long Teng smiled and pushed him, "Okay! Most people only like Xiao Bai Long, but I like Xiao Bai

Long also likes He Huan."

He Huan hugged her, very happy, "I feel relieved when you say that."

"Why worry?" Long Teng asked strangely.

"I used to think that you only liked He Huan and not Xiao Bailong. I was quite divided. I couldn't help but suppress Xiao Bailong in front of you."

Long Teng looked at him, "So is this still the result of your suppression?"

He Huan laughed, "If you don't tell me, I feel that you only like me and care about me when I am stupid and boring, and you call me cheap when I am lively and talkative! So although Xiao Bailong is liked by many people,

I’m very jealous that Miss Long likes He Huan!”

"You are so mean!"

"Hahaha..." Xiao Bailong is very happy that he can also be liked by Miss Long! Now the two personalities have finally merged into one! It feels like he has gained double love from her!

Holding her in one hand and holding the cat in the other, he took a taxi on the side of the road and asked the driver happily: "Do you know where the White Dragon General Temple is?"

"Ah!" The driver turned around, "Xiao Bailong! Do you want to pay homage to yourself?"

He Huan smiled, "I want to take this girl to pay homage to the Little White Dragon!"

"Hahaha..." The driver also laughed, "I know! I know! Come up quickly! The Bailong Temple is very popular!"

He Huan looked at Long Teng proudly.

Long Teng was really speechless for him. She really didn't like Xiao Bailong before, or she thought she couldn't possibly like such an eloquent person. But now she can't tell the difference. In short, she likes everything about him.

I looked at him gently again, he was as cute as a child.

The driver also shouted excitedly: "The White Dragon Temple was abandoned before. Since you came, they have repaired the temple again. The repairs are very good and the temple is very popular! They have become our owners! Especially for tourism

Tourists all want to go and see the circle, and it has become a tourist attraction."

The corners of He Huan's mouth were flying, and Long Teng couldn't help but smile as he looked at his brilliant appearance.

When we arrived near Gantong Mountain Gate, we saw a temple with white walls and blue tiles at the foot of the mountain. It was a typical Bai residential building. The mountain flower painted on the wall was a white dragon! It was not very similar to the white dragon on the Bailong Banner, but it was also 80% similar.

.

It was very lively with people coming and going.

"We're here!" The driver braked.

The two got out of the car. They were so timid in their hometown. When they walked to their temple, they felt a little embarrassed.

He Huan pulled Long Teng, "Let's go up the mountain first, come down later, and then go in and have a look."

Long Teng looked at him funny, it turned out that he was also embarrassed.

After being dragged to the mountain gate by him, He Huan asked: "Are you tired? You can't reach Mocan River by taking the ropeway, and you have to walk for a while."

"It's okay, let's walk up. It's still early anyway."

"Yeah." The temple started the fast early, and it was only noon.

The two held hands and entered through the mountain gate. Dali is indeed the land of Miaoxiang Buddhism, and there is no such Buddhist resort in the Central Plains. In addition to Jizu Mountain, there are also hidden temples all over Cangshan Mountain.

Before we started tracing the river in earnest, we passed by Bailong Temple, Gantong Temple, Wanfo Temple, and Jizhao Temple. We had already seen many temples in Jizu Mountain, but neither of them entered any of them. When they walked up the path, they saw a small stream.

Gurgling.

"This should be Mo Canxi," He Huan said.

Long Teng looked at him speechlessly, "You ask me?"

"Miss Long, you said you wanted to go to Mocan River to see the little white dragon! This is still an undeveloped area, so we can only walk along the stream. You lead the way. If you get lost, I will not be responsible."

Seeing his shameless look, Long Teng was speechless, pulling him and walking in front.

Although there is no development, there are still small roads, because there are temples on the mountain, and people still go up the mountain to collect fungi, so there is a small road covered with grass and fallen leaves. It winds in the forest and is very quiet.

Compared with Yudai Road, which is paved with neat stones, this dirt road overgrown with weeds has a different feel.

As you go up, the road becomes narrower and even disappears into the forest. You can only rely on your feeling. The road is what you step on.

Mo Canxi, which is rarely explored by people, is just like his name, like an outsider in martial arts novels, maintaining a lonely character, flowing in the crevices of deep mountains, sometimes gently, sometimes eagerly.

"What a beauty!"

"That's right! After all, it is Xiao Bailong's territory!"

Long Teng rolled his eyes at him. But the stream was like a handsome white dragon winding between the two peaks. Only the falling red and yellow leaves gave him dazzling dragon scales, swirling in the water.

Dance away in a waltz.

"Qingbi Creek, Black Dragon Creek, Green Jade Creek, Zhonghe Creek...these names are easy to understand. Why is this creek called Mocan Creek? Does it have any special meaning?"

"Yes." He Huan said, "It is said that when Piro Pavilion unified the six imperial edicts, the remaining five imperial edicts joined the Tubo troops to attack Piro Pavilion. The Tubo soldiers climbed over Shengying Peak and entered.

Monk Azha Lisu recited a mantra: The Mocan River flows across the river. The Mocan River is about 30 kilometers long, with deep pools and waterfalls. The water flows across the river. The water suddenly becomes stronger and stops the Tibetan soldiers. The Tibetans have to retreat. Piro Pavilion takes advantage of the situation.

The six imperial edicts were unified.

This is just a myth and legend. First of all, Azhali comes from Sanskrit, which means teacher. Azhali religion is a branch of Tantric Buddhism, which originated from India. It spread to Dali because Dali is connected to India by the Tea Horse Road.

, so convenient.

After being integrated with the Dali Lord worship, the Mahakala god of Azhali religion became the Lord in Dali. The Lord is the blessed Lord of this realm and is a common belief among the Bai people.

Many Bai nationality temples worship Mahakala. Including Chongsheng Temple, there is also Mahakala at the entrance to the mountain. From the emperor to the common people, everyone believes in the Azha religion.

Until Xuyun came, he felt that the teachings of Azhali Sect were very different from Chinese Buddhism. First of all, monks of Azhali Sect can drink alcohol, eat meat, get married and have children. This is true of many Tantric sects.

In addition, after merging with its owner, it has completely broken away from the original dogmas and precepts of Buddhism. It is completely like a wizard, doing what it should do in normal times and performing rituals when the people need it.

Moreover, Azha power can be passed on to the next generation, which is why when Xuyun came, the temples in Jizu Mountain were all descendants' temples.

Xuyun felt that this was not possible, so why was it so chaotic? With Jizu Mountain as the center, the Azha religion, which was prevalent in the Dali area, was completely transformed into a situation dominated by Han Buddhism."

"Oh." Long Teng nodded.

"Back then, only Nanzhao had contact with the Tang Dynasty, and everyone still spoke the local language. Monk Azhali's mantra sounded like Mo Can, but what did the mantra mean? No one understood. Anyway, from then on,

It’s called Mo Canxi.”

The two of them raised their heads and saw that in the deep ravine of the forest, the blue sky and white clouds were far away hiding between the Shengying Peak and the Buddha Peak. The sunlight only came occasionally, making the ravine appear all kinds of brilliance.

“It’s so beautiful here!”

"Um."

Long Teng glanced at him.

"Do you think I can only talk about beauty? You are very knowledgeable, why don't you describe it?"

Hey! He didn't say anything, why did she suddenly become so angry?

He Huan held her hand and said, "I can't describe it, it's so beautiful that I have no words."

Miss Long was satisfied.

He Huan looked at her. Could it be that she was stimulated by her father and felt that she really had nothing?

While pulling her along to find a path along the stream, He Huan told her the story of Little White Dragon. The last time I joined the group, we were in Heilong River, so I didn't tell her in detail. Now that I'm in Little White Dragon's territory, I have to tell her in detail.

But the ending has been changed. Miss Long said that she likes Little White Dragon. How could Little White Dragon let down Miss Long?

So He Huan said: "Although my sister-in-law liked Xiao Bailong very much, Xiao Bailong resolutely rejected my sister-in-law. After sending my sister-in-law back, he flew back to Mocanxi and became the Dragon King of Shibaxi, protecting the people of Dali. The people are grateful to him.

, built the White Dragon General Temple for him, worshiped him year after year, and he was also the blessed one in this area."

Long Teng looked at him, "Really?"

"Of course it's true." He Huan looked serious, "There's no way Xiao Bailong would let his sister-in-law be his wife! He just wants to protect the people!"

Long Teng nodded, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he was very satisfied with the ending.

He Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them climbed up to the Polo Temple and looked up at the top of the Buddha. They felt close at hand, but there was really no road up there. The signal in the mountain was also intermittent.

I don’t dare to climb anymore, Cangshan Mountain is no joke.

Back to the Polo Temple, there was no one, only a fat big orange plate next to the incense burner. The fairy's eyes widened, there were so many cats seen in the temple along the way!

Asked Mao if anyone was there? Daju ignored them. When the two of them walked out, they saw a monk hoeing weeds in the vegetable garden on the back mountain.

He Huan asked: "Master! Is there still a way ahead?"

"There is a waterfall more than a kilometer up. There is no road further up. You can only climb the rocks by the stream. You should not go there. It is very cold at night in the mountains and it is easy to get lost."

"Okay, thanks for the advice, master. Let's go see the waterfall and come back."

The monk walked out of the vegetable garden and asked, "Do you want some tea?"

"No, it's getting late now. Let's go see the waterfall first."

The monk showed them the way, and they continued moving forward.

Long Teng said: "Do you think people are honest and good?"

"Hahaha..." He Huan laughed, "But I believe he is bored. There is no ancient temple in the mountains on this road. It is said that this is an ancient temple from the Nanzhao period. He is a monk. Think about how lonely he must be. I think

There is no electricity here. The water probably comes from the Mocan River, which is quite good."

"Being a monk requires you to endure loneliness, if nothing else!"

While the two were sighing, the monk came over with a wooden stick and said, "I'll take you there!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, stopping to wait for him. When he reached the front, He Huan thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, master, for leading the way."

He is not Xu Xiake, he is always grateful to those who lead the way.

"No thanks, I have nothing to do."

The two couldn't help but snicker again. The monk found two more wooden sticks for them in the woods, "You should explore a little more and don't step on them rashly. Sometimes there are hollows under the leaves, and some rocks are unstable. If you step on them, you'll be fine."

Get lost."

"Thank you, Master." The two took the sticks and followed them obediently.

After climbing among the forest stone walls for a while, He Huan and Long Teng looked at each other excitedly when they heard the sound of rushing water.

After turning over a stone, there was indeed a waterfall flying down like a peacock, with jade flying in the blue pool.

That green is peacock green.

Except for the Nu River and the Dulong River, He Huan had never seen such beautiful water.

Although the water of Qingbi Stream and Green Jade Stream are very green, the waterfall of Mocan Stream sinks into the pool, reflecting the smooth pebbles of various colors at the bottom of the pool, just like the top-quality yellow and red emeralds.

Imperial green and glass species are all gathered in one pool, a dazzling array of colors and extremely beautiful!

However, it is not eye-catching. It is like jade, extremely clear and calm.

The three people and the cat stood quietly by the stream.

People can have many, many things, but the best ones do not require money, it just depends on fate.

He Huan felt that the camera might not be able to capture the beauty here, but he still asked Miss Long to carry the fairy over and take out the camera.

The monk watched him playing with it curiously and took a few pictures of Miss Long. He Huan looked at a natural flat stone by the pool and said, "Master, go over and meditate, and I will take pictures for you."

"I don't have to. You want to post it online. There are too many people here, so it's not quiet anymore."

He was bored and didn't want to be disturbed!

He Huan said with a smile: "I won't post it online, I will just keep it for myself to enjoy."

"It's not interesting for me to take pictures. Just go over and I'll take pictures for you."

Just like the master of Wenfeng Temple! Two people should stay in such beautiful scenery.

He Huan got what he asked for, adjusted the angle and parameters, taught him how to shoot, then ran to Miss Long, hugged her, and the two of them hugged the fairy.

After taking several pictures, he took the camera and saw that it was very good. He Huan thanked the master and took a few more pictures.

Looking at the Bitan waterfall, He Huan said: "I really want to live in a cottage here. Now I know why Feng Jiayi met the stone beauty in Mocan River, and after she turned back to stone, he stayed in the stream to protect her.

We live together in a hut. This place can really change the beauty of the stone!"

"Amitabha." The monk said the Buddha's name.

He Huan smiled, wouldn't this mess up his mind again? He would never dare to look at these beautiful stones again.

I really want to live here, but it is true that the arrival of people destroys it.

The two reluctantly turned around and went down the mountain, looking back three times every step of the way, until they could only hear the sound of the waterfall but not see the waterfall.

He Huan said: "There must be beautiful places going up. If we find an experienced guide in the future, we can continue to trace the source of the stream."

Returned to the temple, drank tea, said goodbye and went down the mountain.

When we arrived at the White Dragon Temple at the foot of the mountain, the sun was setting in the west. Sure enough, there were fewer people. He Huan pulled Long Teng and ran over happily, and kissed the fairy again, "I want you to take a look at my temple, and pay my respects later."

Long Teng was speechless.

"This little white dragon just held a wedding with my sister-in-law. This is what happened to usurp the dragon king's position from our eldest brother, and also kidnapped my sister-in-law!" A tour guide was explaining inside.

He Huan's expression changed, and Long Teng turned to look at him.

He Huan pulled her and ran away quickly, "There are different versions of these folk tales. Some people like to hunt for novels. Don't believe it. This is made up by other tour guides."

A tourist asked: "Is the little white dragon you are talking about the famous little white dragon in Yunzhou?"

"Who is he? This story is what he told us!"

"Hahaha...is Xiao Bailong so naughty?"

He Huan turned to look at Long Teng, "Longlong, it's not... they made it up, I didn't say that."

When I turned around, I happened to pass by the temple gate, and the tour guide inside shouted in surprise: "Little White Dragon!"

Then he looked at Long Teng, who was as beautiful as a fairy, and was startled for a moment, "Is this my sister-in-law? No wonder you can't control it!"

A group of tourists turned around and looked at Xiao Bailong and Long Teng. They were really a talented couple, a couple of gods and immortals!

"It's really Xiao Bailong and my sister-in-law!"

Long Teng's face was red, ashamed and angry, and he ran away.

He Huan gave the tour guide a hard look and hurriedly chased after him.

She had long legs, so he caught up with her after a few steps and grabbed her.

"Let go!"

"Don't let go!"

"No wonder you only talked about Little White Dragon using a trick to win the Palm Dragon Seal last time! But you didn't talk about any tricks! It turned out that he was cheating on the seal and sex! Huh! Liar!"

He Huan said aggrievedly: "He is him and I am me. This little white dragon is not that little white dragon."

Long Teng turned around and walked back.

"what?"

"Let me go and see if that little white dragon is different from you?"

He Huan thought, they would never make a statue of him, that would be too immoral!

(End of chapter)


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