Chapter 9 white snake trifold

Bai Suzhen How can the clear rain in the West Lake block my steadfastness in descending to the mortal world? There are occasional days and nights in the cloudy environment of Lingshan Mountain. When I close my eyes and rest my mind, I still see you thousands of years ago. In front of the poor forest and the wild, rescued a Dry little white snake. I can only be blamed for being incomprehensible. During the Dragon Boat Festival, the dragon boats raced across the river, and the smell of rice dumplings permeated the masts of the courtyard. You mixed the realgar wine behind my back and said brightly: "My lady, I will order for you!"

The vicissitudes of the world can still be hanged by a reed; the unjust debt of Fa Hai is ultimately a bitter fruit swallowed by himself.Under the Leifeng Pagoda; I quietly guard the eternal night. Every Dragon Boat Festival, you should hang banyan branches, mugwort leaves and calamus on the door curtain, and use realgar to mark the forehead of our son. Is it raining?How like that day in West Lake, I will repay you as a daughter with a thousand years of practice. -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Xu Xian An umbrella rib supports thirty-six layers of love, even if you are away from others and the rain, it can't hide your slightly wet beauty.

I want to hold your cold and slippery hand all the way to my humble Xu Family Ancestral Hall.I am a Luotuo scholar, I covered my house with staggered tiles, you put away a pot of rain from the West Lake carefully, cut candles and cooked tea, or on May Day, we worshiped the world with glutinous rice dumplings, colorful peaches and plums.I want to drink realgar wine with you. "It's only my fault that I don't understand the secret of the fairy. You sneaked into the fairy forest and stole the Ganoderma lucidum grass for me. I was deceived by the monks and Taoists and pushed you into the Leifeng Pagoda of eternal calamity.

The fruit of this life should be the cause of the next life. You have repaid the kindness of thousands of years ago. After a thousand years, you have to go to the West Lake again and wait for me, Xu Xian. -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Xu Mengjiao Every tile of the Leifeng Pagoda is printed with my 18-year hand work, mother!My own mother, like the water in the West Lake, still recognizes your tenacity as a human being, and can't bear to taste the rice dumplings in May. The kindness of the world can't save your strange love, so why should I order realgar?

My muscles and bones are gradually relaxing.Your gentle female voice resounds; I watch the rain under the eaves, and I can hear your grievances.The co-sleeping you cultivated is only for our mother and son, who have never met. Today's hot summer, I will feed you with a ladle of West Lake water, how can Leifeng Pagoda hold it, the Son of Man is completely cool!