Extra 4: Clouds are like dreams, and the fragrance of spirits is everywhere (Part 2)
As the saying goes, "The world is a treasure", if it is really a treasure, it is understandable that it is surrounded by brilliant light, but the little deaf boy is full of doubts.
Although he is just a little fairy boy in the Tushita Palace, he has followed Laojun for many years. Even if he has not achieved great accomplishments, he has some Taoist skills. How could he not see this "Hua Guang"?
Could it be that the Emperor is teasing him again?
The deaf boy looked doubtfully at the Emperor Ziwei, who smiled back at him, with more wrinkles at the corners of his eyes than the pits of the peaches in the Peach Garden.
Never mind, it's not the first time anyway, I'm used to it...
The deaf boy sighed resignedly, "But it's almost dead..."
Laojun already looked sad, and after hearing this, he beat his head and stamped his feet, as if he had lost his parents.
"How could such a treasure become like this?" Master said so, so it must be a real treasure! But how did this treasure appear here?
The deaf boy had always believed in Laojun, but he still couldn't figure it out. At this time, the Purple Star Emperor beside him advised:
"Why worry, Old Lord? The nectar at the bottom of the jade bottle of the Great Bodhisattva of the South Sea is good for healing the immortal trees and seedlings. If you put your old face aside and ask for it, the Great Bodhisattva will surely help you."
That’s true, the little deaf boy nodded. He had also heard about this, but would his master agree?
"no!"
really!
In terms of seniority, Laojun is much higher than the Bodhisattva, so how could he lose face? The little deaf man nodded in understanding, but Laojun's next words made him choke on his saliva and almost suffocate.
"No! If I ask to go to the South Sea, the entire Divine Court will know!" Laojun waved his hand firmly: "Absolutely not!"
OK! It turns out you can’t bear to part with your treasure!
As we all know, there are many treasures in the Tushita Palace, but no one knows that these are just what Laojun wants others to see, and those he hides are the real treasures!
No one knew about this except the two fairy boys Jin Ling and Yin Ling who served him closely, but Laojun told the little deaf boy.
"Ouch~" Ziwei Emperor looked embarrassed: "It's hard to say anything about that little chatterbox, but Miao'er is watching..."
The deaf boy glanced at the Purple Star Emperor: "How can you make up the South Sea Bodhisattva like this? I'm afraid the Emperor is the only one in the entire Divine Court who can do that!"
Emperor Ziwei hadn't finished speaking, but everyone knew what he meant, and Laojun's expression became even more solemn.
After a long silence, Laojun finally spoke softly: "It's not that there is no solution, it's just that I'm a little embarrassed..."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Ziwei was so excited that he felt as if this spiritual incense was his treasure. "Since you have a method, why don't you tell us quickly? Why are you hesitating?"
Laojun sighed, "Spiritual Grass is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth. Now it lives in the Divine Court, receiving only pure air but no turbid air to nourish it. That's why it has become so withered. If it could descend to the mortal world..."
"Ah!" Ziwei Emperor's cry stung the deaf boy's ears. "Even though you, Laojun, are one of the Three Pure Ones, this... this is too against the rules!"
As the Purple Star Emperor spoke, he casually glanced at the deaf boy who was picking his ears, and said with feigned concern, "Going down to the mortal world without permission is a violation of the Heavenly Law!"
Laojun also looked at the little deaf man, but the little deaf man didn't notice anything and was busy relieving the discomfort in his ears.
"You don't have to go down to the lower world. You can also press down the clouds in the third heaven. But it will take a long time, and you have to be careful not to be seen..."
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So, this task finally fell on my head...
I still remember that day, the look in Laojun's eyes when he looked at me was so earnest that he would not tolerate any refusal from the deaf boy.
Looking at the Lingxiang in his arms, the little deaf man sighed helplessly. He always felt that he was being plotted against, but he could never produce any evidence.
Laojun specially took out a small furnace, which was said to have the same origin as the Eight Trigrams Furnace in the Tushita Palace, but was used as a flowerpot for incense, and the content inside was the moon soil that the Emperor of Ziwei had asked for from the Moon God.
The Moon God is not someone who is easy to deal with. It seems that he has put in a lot of effort to go through all this trouble.
The deaf boy couldn't understand why the Purple Star Emperor cared more about it than Laojun? It wasn't his grass.
The Emperor of Ziwei also said that this cauldron should not be underestimated. A long time ago, Laojun gave it to an emperor on earth, but later when the emperor passed away and became a god, he returned it to Laojun.
How dare a deaf boy look down on Laojun's things?
I heard from my senior brothers in the palace that Laojun once refined a magic iron to stabilise the Tianhe River. Later, when there was a flood on earth, the sword was borrowed and left in the sea. But somehow, it was snatched away by a monkey, who used it to attack the Lingxiao Palace.
Fortunately, the monkey was later crushed under some mountain, otherwise it would have been really terrifying!
It turns out that monkeys are unteachable!
The little deaf boy wrinkled his nose and withdrew his wandering thoughts.
The third heaven is shrouded in clouds and mist, and from time to time you can see flocks of birds flying by with long calls, which is so fresh.
It was the first time that the little deaf boy was so close to the human world, and he could hear the splendor of the human world clearly. He sat on the cloud, holding the incense that Laojun had moved to the incense burner in his arms, and watched the big golden crow fly from east to west every day, wasting time unscrupulously.
Perhaps there were too many interesting things in the human world, and the little deaf boy was overwhelmed. Unlike in the thirty-third heaven, he was dazed from time to time, and always told the interesting things he saw to Lingxiang in his arms, regardless of whether it could understand or not.
I don't know how many days have passed, but perhaps it was the nourishment of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, or perhaps it was because the little deaf boy talked to it every day, the herb actually became intelligent. Whenever the little deaf boy held it, it would stroke his face with its leaves, and the itchy feeling always made the little deaf boy laugh out loud.
The fragrant grass was growing greener and greener, no longer as withered as it was in the sky. It was growing stronger and stronger, and even produced a few buds. However, the buds were very small, and the branches were slender, weak but stubborn.
Things seemed to be moving in a good direction, but the little deaf boy was not happy at all.
Laojun said that when the angelica flowers bloom, they can be used to make medicine.
Looking at the wildly growing fragrant flowers, the little deaf boy really wanted to pinch off the flower buds, but he was afraid that doing so would hurt them.
"Little Lingxiang, oh little Lingxiang, please don't grow any more foolishly. If you bloom, they will be used to make medicine."
The little deaf boy kept muttering, his eyes unwilling to leave the spiritual fragrance. No matter how many interesting things there were in the world, they could not arouse his interest at all.
The tormenting days passed by as fast as a rabbit escaping, as the little deaf boy worried about them.
One day, the little deaf boy sat under the sacred tree early in the morning, dazed, not knowing what he was thinking about.
Yesterday, the Lingxiang flower bloomed, and a few white flowers dotted the dense leaves, which was very beautiful. Laojun was very excited when he saw it. To avoid any more trouble, he took it out and planned to put it into the Bagua furnace for refining today.
As a result, the little deaf boy became depressed, with a stuffy feeling in his chest, as if something was blocking him.
The little deaf boy didn't know the reason, he just felt like he had lost something.
What is lost?
The little deaf boy subconsciously looked into his arms, but there was nothing there.
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