When Zhang Meng came over, little Zhang Tao was holding a small snake in his hands, and this small snake was the little white snake she had driven away during the day.
"Little White Dragon." The monk Jingchen who followed immediately ran excitedly to little Zhang Tao.
The little white snake hissed a few times, slid down Zhang Tao's arm to the ground, and slowly crawled to Zhang Meng.
The little tail gently patted Zhang Meng's feet, and the snake's head moved up and down as if admitting its mistake.
"I'm asking you, did you bring this sheep back?" After thinking about it, the only animal Zhang Meng was thinking about was this guy.
Sure enough, the little white snake did not disappoint her. After she asked the question, the snake head nodded again, as if telling her yes.
“It’s really you!”
Just as Zhang Meng finished saying this, the little white snake crawling at her feet suddenly jumped and wrapped itself around her neck.
Zhang Meng was at a loss for words. She hadn't even told it to come back, but the stinky snake had already climbed up on its own.
"Come down, do you hear me?" She pulled it a few times, but it became tighter and tighter. Finally, she had difficulty breathing, so she stopped quickly.
When she stopped pulling, her neck was no longer tight.
"Let me ask you, if I encounter difficulties in the future, will you still stand by and watch me die?" Zhang Meng asked, pointing at his neck.
This time, she must make this guy realize that it was a mistake not to save her master.
The little white snake hissed a few more times, showing its tail and shaking it a few times, and then there was no movement.
Zhang Meng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Did it understand or not? Did it agree or not?
Monk Jingchen, who had been watching from the side, came over again and looked at Zhang Meng's neck curiously. "So the little white dragon has been on your neck all this time. No wonder."
Knowing that the little white snake was still reluctant to part with him, Zhang Meng felt much better at this time. She finally had the mood to ask Monk Jingchen what the white dragon he mentioned meant.
"Master Jingchen, I've heard you calling the little white snake "Bailong" all day long. But you also saw that it is clearly a little snake, not a dragon. Did you make a mistake?"
Jingchen stroked his white beard and said with a confident smile, "Impossible. Although I am old, my ability to identify treasures is not as blurry as my eyes. This snake is the white dragon mentioned in the book. I will not be mistaken."
"What exactly is that white dragon?" Zhang Meng stared at him and asked.
Monk Jingchen glanced at her neck and immediately pulled her into the house.
Inside the room, Monk Jingchen waited until everyone was seated before he began to speak, "Do you know the story of Nuwa?"
"Nuwa was the one who repaired the sky, of course I know that." After answering, Grandma Zhang rolled her eyes at him.
Monk Jingchen pretended not to see anything and continued, "Okay, then let me ask you again, what is Nuwa's true form? Do you know?"
This time Zhang Meng spoke up, "I seem to remember the murals in the Nuwa Temple saying that the true form of Nuwa is a snake, and her feet are the snake's body, right?"
Monk Jingchen clapped his hands in satisfaction, "You guessed it right. If I tell you that this little white dragon is the little snake under the seat of Nuwa, you will believe it now, right?"
At this time, Zhang Meng immediately remembered that the little white snake came out of the stone box, and the stone box was related to Nuwa and Fuxi. Based on this speculation, the little white snake might really be the little white dragon in the mouth of Monk Jingchen.
After Monk Jingchen finished speaking, he looked at the dazed Zhang Meng and said with joy on her face, "Girl, you are blessed with good fortune. You have a worm and a snake protecting you. From now on, no major family in China will dare to disrespect you."
Zhang Meng didn't understand what Monk Jingchen meant at all. When she asked again, Monk Jingchen just shook his head and told her that she would naturally understand what he meant in the future.
Zhang Meng thought about his words for three whole days but still couldn't figure it out.
But soon something happened and she had no time to think about it.
Someone knocked on her door early this morning. Grandma Zhang went out to open it, but there was no one there. She only saw a bowl of white rice with three burning incense sticks stuck on it. A few steps away from the rice was a dead black cat lying there motionless.
Although Grandma Zhang didn't understand these things, when she saw the three incense sticks in the big bowl of white rice, her brows furrowed. She quickly ran in and called out Zhang Meng and Monk Jingchen who were eating.
When Zhang Meng saw these two things, her face turned unhappy. It happened that she had seen the purpose of placing these two things in that book before.
Everyone in their line of work knows that putting incense in rice is to worship ghosts, while a dead cat is to attract evil spirits. It's obvious that someone is bringing evil into her house.
Monk Jingchen also saw the two things at the door. His face showed no expression. He just clasped his hands together and chanted, "Amitabha."
"Meng girl, quickly take these two things away, and sprinkle some rooster blood here to get rid of the bad luck."
After Monk Jingchen finished explaining all this, he called Grandma Zhang and left. Zhang Meng was furious, but unfortunately she couldn't find the culprit to scold, so she had to swallow her anger.
He immediately went to a family in the village that had a rooster, bought a rooster at a high price, and took its blood. Then he sprinkled all the blood at the door of his house and chanted a few spells to dispel evil spirits. Only then did he feel relieved.
For the next day, Zhang Meng stayed at home, just to see who hated her family so much that they put such a sinister thing at her door.
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