She exposed her naturally white body to the air, tied her black hair into a random bun with emerald green branches, and glanced around. When she saw Ah Cheng, she just smiled.
Ah Cheng met her eyes.
A pair of beautiful eyes, calm, reflecting the mountains, forests and lakes, Ah Cheng lowered his head and stared at the dirty cloth shoes on his feet.
The woman hummed softly, her voice so clear and clear that it reached the sky.
Several wild beasts ran out from the shadows of the forest, a huge red leopard accompanied by a group of petite civets, and a psychic white ape. As they passed by Ah Cheng, he could feel their heat and the faint fragrance of flowers.
, even the beasts are fragrant? Ah Cheng saw the white ape put a set of clothes on the lakeside, and the goddess walked gently on the microwave of the lake, making circles of ripples under her feet, as if she was stepping on a water-filled stone road.
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Arriving at the lakeside, the woman put on her clothes slowly and then sat astride Chibao's broad back. Ah Cheng raised his head and looked at her again. Wearing a plain white skirt, she seemed to be wrapped in clouds and mist.
Inside, her body was emitting a faint clear light, like the bright moon.
Ah Cheng asked: "Who are you?"
"I, Xili, you, human."
The woman spoke very slowly, but her voice was very pleasant.
Ah Cheng scratched his head and felt an unusual feeling in his heart. It was not the satisfaction brought by food, the joy of hearing a joke, or the complacency of martial arts progress, but a different and unusual joy.
He couldn't help but want to talk to this woman more.
"My name is Qian Fucheng, you can call me Ah Cheng."
"Acheng." When the woman said these two words, a melody came out of her throat, like an elegant chant. She gently covered her mouth, feeling a little at a loss, "Acheng, you, Xili, me.
"She enunciated the word carefully, but the ending sound still rose.
Ah Cheng smiled and said, "Xili."
"Huh?" The woman tilted her head, and the Chibao sitting next to her also tilted his head and blinked.
"Are you a mountain ghost?"
"What is a mountain ghost?" Xueli spoke much more fluently this time. She smiled with a small smile, patted Chibao, walked to Acheng, and circled around him.
Ah Cheng looked at the woman, looked at the red leopard, appeared in front of his eyes, first part, then part, and then disappeared, as if it were a revolving lantern, he was the candle, and Xili was the picture book of the legend.
Ah Cheng sang softly, "If someone comes to the mountains, he will be surrounded by flowers and flowers."
It seemed like someone was passing by that mountain. It was me wearing a mulberry girdle around my waist.
"It's easy to smile at the same time, and I admire you for being so graceful and graceful."
Gaze lovingly at how graceful my smile is, and you will admire my graceful posture.
Xili stopped in front of him, listening to his words and words, as if the words he spoke would shine, and the boundless stars, the boundless moonlight, and the boundless beautiful women would all appear when his lips and teeth moved gently.
, from the sky, from the earth, from the cracks in the mountains and forests,
From the traces of running water, things are scattered everywhere, undulating, floating, swirling, and chaotic, surrounding sentient beings, forming a dizzying picture. Whether you turn your head and look around, or look up and down, you can see it.
, like stepping into a poet's dream.
"Okay, beautiful." Xili couldn't speak anymore, she frowned, her tongue kept tapping her jaw, making a clicking sound, and in tune with Ah Cheng's tune, her eyes wandered around, and a smile appeared on her face unconsciously.
Ah Cheng sang Qu Yuan's "Mountain Ghost" and stared at Xili intently.
The subtle expressions on her face, her radiant skin were touched, and her facial features seemed to be able to speak, flowing out infinite affection.
That wonderful feeling hit my heart again, different, unusually pleasant.
A long song has an end. Ah Cheng dragged out the last sentence "I miss you, my son, but I am away from my worries" for an extra long time. He wished that this sentence would never end, so he let time stop at the last word and spit it out.
The moment before, I could clearly see how happy I was.
The lingering sound dissipated in the cold and humid night air. Xili squinted her eyes and smiled with her teeth exposed, as if she was a well-fed raccoon slave, stretching in front of the boundless and gentle moonlight.
"Ah, I like it very much."
"If you like it, I'll sing it a few more times."
Xili shook her head, "I can sing, you listen."
"...riding a red leopard, we followed Wenli, and a Xinyi chariot came to form a laurel flag..."
Strangely, Ah Cheng smiled blankly, and Xili didn't speak fluently. When she sang, it was like a clear spring bursting out of the rocks, flowing freely and spreading for thousands of miles.
Birds chirped in unison, thousands of insects chirped in harmony, and endless animals stopped to listen.
As for Ah Cheng's joy, he was immersed in the ocean of joy and wished he could drown.
Xili finished singing, and the echoes were still stirring back and forth in the mountains and forests.
"It sounds great."
Xili tilted her head, "I know it sounds good. I like it, and so do you."
Ah Cheng looked dizzy when he looked at the magnificent Xili.
"I like."
Xili giggled, jumped off Chibao's back, and came to Acheng's side, "Is there any more?"
"some."
Ah Cheng tentatively sat down, still keeping a distance. He didn't dare to look at Xili. He just looked at the lake, recalling the "Book of Songs" little by little. The words and sentences were mixed with the moonlight, and he was a little speechless.
"Say it."
"Guan Guan Jujiu..."
Until the sun rose, Ah Cheng woke up, his body was wet with dew.
He looked around hurriedly, but there was no one around the lake. The red leopard, raccoon dog, and white ape were all missing, and there was no sign of her.
The Epiphyllum Seal flickered between his eyebrows. Acheng thought it was his father's urging. He was a little scared and hurriedly looked around. When he saw the Bodhisattva statue, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt better.
Sure enough, my father sent dozens of messages, and Azhi also sent a few messages, and one was from Xili.
These messages are suspended in the little pure land of my mind. They are illusory human figures with their own expressions. For example, there are dozens of messages and dozens of phantoms from my father, and each one's face looks worse than the last, but Azhi is still dumbfounded.
, as for Xili, she is smiling.
Ah Cheng ignored the news about his father and Ah Zhi, and focused his thoughts on Xili's figure.
In the Pure Land, the silent Xili saw his arrival and immediately said happily: "You are here, you are coming again, I will wait for you tonight."
Ah Cheng spoke, thinking about how to reply to her.
After thinking for a long time, I finally managed to say "Okay."
He checked the message he had sent, and found a shadowy figure of Ah Cheng, with a straight face, and a word popped out from between his teeth, as if he was bitter and resentful.
Do you want to think of another one? Forget it, just send it.
Ah Cheng returned home holding the small statue of Bodhisattva. His father was waiting at the door holding a thorn stick. When he saw that he was wet and holding the Buddha statue in his arms, his expression immediately softened. He put the thorn stick back to the corner and waited.
Ah Cheng walked up to him.
The son looked up at his father, lifted the Buddha statue and handed it to him.
My father did not pick him up immediately, but put his hands together and bowed, then poked his son's head with his thick finger, glared at him, and then took the Buddha statue, looking very happy.
Ah Cheng rubbed his forehead and looked back at the mountains.