Chapter 2 2. White Snake

"Sister, do you have a crush on him?" "Him? Which him?" "Tsk tsk, you're still pretending to be stupid." "Since yesterday, you have been out of your wits. They fell into the valley. What has it to do with you? You are so anxious that you are spinning!" "What are you talking about? Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. It is part of cultivation." There are two snakes hovering among the lush grass. Qing's sarcasm laughed: "It's clear that what you say is not what you mean." Some young man on the street is flirtatious.

The white one flicked its tail and said: "I plan to marry you, and I will have a lifetime of merit." The tone sounded very haughty, but there were only two points of blame: "Whether you are a crow cultivator or a snake cultivator, you are too talkative. I should have let that monk take you back then." "Yes, yes, who told me that I owed my sister the grace to ask for my life on my behalf, who told you that you are five hundred years older than me, more knowledgeable than me, and more beautiful than me..." Five hundred years.Five hundred years is unbearable. Why are immortals immortal? All immortals have immortality without refining.

Why are people born human, don't need to practice hard, and don't worry about being frightened that one day they will reveal their true colors. I spent five hundred years thinking about the former, and another five hundred years thinking about the latter. A thousand years have passed. The answer is blowing in the wind. Five hundred years ago I was alone, and five hundred years later I met Qingqing. Like me, she is a green snake.At first it was almost black, but now it grows more and more like green bamboo in the purple bamboo forest, green and green. When the two sisters inevitably quarreled, Qingqing often said disdainfully: "You just cultivated five hundred years longer than me."

The implication is self-evident. I was trembling with anger, and I couldn't help twisting my whole body. Five hundred years?You speak lightly. In the next five hundred years, because they met her, the two of them were joking and squabbling, and the time went faster. But in the first five hundred years, one year old and one year old, one would shudder just thinking about it. "You are only five hundred years more than me. One day I will surpass you." "I am not five hundred years older than you, but I will always be five hundred years older than you." "Sister, I want what you want, and I don't want what you don't."

"you copy me?" "Who told you to grow me five hundred years?" In just five hundred years, the universe was prehistoric, and in a blink of an eye. But these five hundred years are the five hundred years of my heart every night.Five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of rain, five hundred years of sun rising and moon rising, five hundred years of flowers falling and blooming, five hundred years of lack of attention, and five hundred years of talking to oneself. After two five hundred years, I only saw one of him. The Buddha asked Ananda, how much do you like it.

Ananda replied: I would like to turn into a stone bridge and be exposed to wind, sun and rain for 500 years, but please walk across the bridge. I, Bai Suzhen, fall in love with the appearance of a single person, which is close to the heart of Ananda Buddha.Thinking of this, how can you not laugh wildly. But I'm still a demon.I am not confused about the different ways of transvestites. The green snake hears and laughs, and shuttles among the verdant greenery, coming and going freely: My sister is crazy again! What's so good about being human is that the meat is salty and stinky; what's so good about being an immortal is that the meat is old and not dead.

My sister often said that I don't understand, but what's the use of her understanding? It's not that she has worked hard to make a living. She has survived since she was a child, and she is not much different from a nun.You can’t do this, you can’t do that, it’s for accumulating merit.Which day is the head?A monster like me is good, unfettered and free. Life is nothing more than a bed, a flower.