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Snake Transformation Chapter 1 West Lake Dries up, Leifeng Pagoda Falls (1)

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    In the thirteenth year of the Republic of China, it was summer.

    ? At the northern foot of Nanping Mountain in Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province, next to Xihu, there is a village named Wangzhuang, which is a good place for dignitaries in Hangzhou to go to.

    The reason why Wangzhuang is so attractive is that there is a very famous manor in the village called Qingbai Mountain Villa.

    ?Facing the lake on three sides, Qingbai Mountain Villa enjoys a superior location and excellent vision.

    The pavilions in the villa are towering, with cornices, overlapping rockeries, stalagmites, trees, and flowers. Especially in late autumn, Qingbai Villa will hold a chrysanthemum exhibition.  At that time, all kinds of chrysanthemums will compete to bloom, which is quite famous.

    At the same time, there is also a well-decorated tea house in the village, which supplies the three famous teas of West Lake Longjing, Huangshan Maofeng, and Taiping Houkui. There is also a tea-testing room where all kinds of antique and precious tea sets are displayed for people to taste and discuss tea.  .

    Next to the teahouse is the prestigious Qintang.

    In the piano hall, there are women playing the piano and women making the piano.  Due to the extremely sophisticated craftsmanship of the qin, all the guqins that come out of the qin hall are high-quality products, which are hard to find at high prices.

    The owner of Qingbai Mountain Villa is said to be a big local tea merchant in Huizhou, named Chen Baolai.  Chen Baolai is about fifty years old. Although his hair is white, he is in good spirits.

    There is a Buddhist hall in Qingbai Mountain Villa, which is a forbidden area in the villa, except for Chen Baolai, no one else can enter.

    On this day, Chen Baolai entered the Buddhist hall as usual, came to a meditation room, and waited respectfully for a while.

    "What's the matter?" A woman's voice came from the meditation room.

    Chen Baolai bowed and said, "My lord, the matter has been found out. That poem was published in the 14th issue of "Literature Xunkan", and the author was a young man named Xu Zhimo. He wrote it when he was visiting the West Lake.  "

    In the meditation room, on the futon, a woman in Tsing Yi sat cross-legged, slightly closed her eyes, and meditated in meditation.

    This woman has a melon-seeded face, eyes like lacquer, no makeup, and skin as soft as jade.  The lips are cherry red, delicate and charming, delicate and exquisite.

    The window of the Zen room is half closed, and the cool wind blows over the window, curling two strands of hair around the cheeks, blowing gently with the wind, and adding a bit of beauty, so beautiful that it is so unearthly.

    The woman opened her eyes, raised her head slightly, and looked up at an ancient painting hanging on the wall behind the case.

    The person in the painting is a woman, dressed in white as snow, with green silk like ink, three thousand strands of hair twisted into a wishful bun, leaning against the emerald green jade hairpin.

    The eyebrows are not drawn from Hengcui, and the spring onions and jade fingers are like flower orchids.

    Her eyes flowed like waves, piercing through the autumn water.  A pair of vermilion lips, not a little bit red, and the words and smiles are sweet.  It is charming and gentle, elegant and elegant, as well as open-minded and wise that ordinary women rarely have.

    The woman in the painting is none other than Bai Suzhen, who was suppressed by Zen Master Fahai thousands of years ago under the Leifeng Pagoda in West Lake, Hangzhou.

    "elder sister!"

    Xiaoqing called softly, then looked away, and stared down at the copy of the modern poem in her hand, titled "Leifeng Pagoda":

    That song is the ancient tomb of the white lady

    The rowing fingers point to the depths of the vines

    Guest, do you know the story of West Lake?

    The White Lady is a passionate demon

    For the sake of being passionate, she suffers instead

    In love with the worthless Xu Xian, her lover

    He listened to a monk, momentarily confused

    Take an alms bowl and cover the archetype of his wife

    ?It has been thousands of years

    Poor her being suppressed at the bottom of Leifeng Pagoda

    This dilapidated ancient pagoda, desolately and solemnly, will always be in the evening bell of Nanping!

    When he saw "Forever in the Evening Bells of Nanping", the man closed his eyes slightly, his eyelashes were long, trembling slightly, a crystal clear teardrop slowly seeped from the corner of his eye and dripped onto the bluestone board.

    The teardrops fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

    ?Time turns back, and those thousand-year-old events are vivid in my mind, and they have not dimmed with the passage of time, but they have become fresher with time, and they have never been forgotten.

    I still remember that I said to my sister Suzhen: "Since I met you, I can't think of it anymore. There will be a second person who is closer in this world. I really want to give my body and mind to you."  elder sister."

    "Sister, you always say that there is love in the world. Is it true that demons are ruthless? Our sisters have been together for five hundred years and we are also in love, but we can't match the words of the heartless person. Have you seen me as if I were a human being?"

    "Sister, you have practiced for thousands of years, is it worth it for a Xu Xian?"

    This was the last question she asked her sister Suzhen.

    Bai Suzhen smiled lightly and said: "I don't know, I only know how to understand the ways of the world and abide by all the rules of life. If this is also wrong, my thousand-year Tao??.

    But there is always a contingency in everything.

    If King Jinba really came to take revenge, then sister Suzhen would be in danger.

    However, she was unwilling to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and she was even more unwilling to see her sister Suzhen encounter an accident as soon as she came out of the tower.

    Therefore, she decided to kill the old Taoist priest before the Leifeng Pagoda fell down.

    "You make an arrangement, send some money to the people in the village as money, let them pack it up, and leave the villa in two days. After the arrangements are made, close the villa, and you don't have to come here again when you return to Huizhou."

    Chen Baolai was shocked, and asked the reason: "What is the reason?"

    Xiaoqing didn't want to explain to him more, "Once the matter here is over, there is no need for Qingbai Villa to exist. However, the land deed and money of this villa belong to you. From now on, you can decide how to deal with it."

    Chen Baolai was in a trance, he was a little caught off guard by this sudden change, but the young master didn't want to say more, and it was inconvenient for him to ask more, it was worth doing.

    Because, his life was saved by the son, and he also taught him the Taoist method of practicing Qi.  Therefore, in his heart, the young master is his reborn parents.

    Do anything for your son, go through fire and water, and do whatever you want!

    "What's the matter?" Xiaoqing asked softly.

    Chen Baolai plucked up his courage and said, "Thanks to your son's help and preaching, but he has never seen his true face. You are Baolai's benefactor. I am afraid that we will never see you again in this life. Baolai begs you, can you see your true face in person, and remember it in your heart."  Heart, will you not forget in this life?"

    In the meditation room, there was no sound.

    Chen Baolai was sweating in his heart, and thought to himself that he was reckless just now, will those words annoy the young master?

    Just as he was sitting on pins and needles, the door of the meditation room opened.

    Wearing a Tsing Yi, dyed a tree of youth; two sleeves of moonlight, pouring out peerless elegance.

    Xiaoqing is as indifferent as water, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks.

    Chen Bao was fascinated to see it.

    When he woke up, Xiaoqing had disappeared out of thin air.  What disappeared with her was the painting on the wall.

    After hesitating for a moment, Chen Baolai walked slowly to the door of the meditation room, poked his head out, and looked inside.

    The Zen room was empty.

    Chen Baolai heaved a sigh of relief, then sat down on the threshold, muttering with a smile: "The benefactor is actually a fairy who fell into the mortal world.?
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