In a peaceful place in Baicang City, on the top of a mountain to the east of the city lord's palace, a majestic Baicang Palace stands here. It is called "Baicang Temple".
Today, the Baicang Temple is very lively because the two young men in the temple, Zhang Bainian and Ouyang Baixue, will get married today.
Zhang Bainian is wearing an exquisite sapphire-colored robe and a gold-woven auspicious cloud crown on his head. His face is like a crown jade and his eyes are like stars. He held an ancient long sword in his hand, which was a gift given to him by Ouyang Yu. He stood on the stone steps in front of the view, looking ahead resolutely and affectionately.
Ouyang Baixue, wearing a complicated red fairy skirt, embroidered with silver flowers, each flower shines with delicate brilliance, as if beating the melody of life. Her long hair is like a waterfall, falling naturally, making her face more beautiful. Her eyes were as clear as a lake, glowing with wisdom. She stood quietly next to Zhang Bainian, like a budding lotus, quiet and elegant.
As the sun sets, the night gradually opens, and the sky is dotted with stars, which is as picturesque as a poem. The Taoist priests in Baicang Temple walked out of the temple holding lanterns and lined up in a long line, like a bright star river. Accompanied by melodious ancient music, they walked slowly towards the square in front of the temple.
The host in the view walked up to Zhang Bainian and Ouyang Baixue, recited ancient scriptures loudly, and waved the fly whisk in his hand gently, like shooting stars of blessing. The surrounding Taoist priests sang in unison, their voices flowing like spring water, clear and melodious.
Then, the patron of Baicang Temple came forward, holding a piece of red silk in his hand. The other end of the red silk was connected to the hands of Zhang Bainian and Ouyang Baixue. He tied the red silk together with a smile, then clasped his hands together and blessed: "May you be as closely connected as this red silk, all your life."
At this time, everything was silent except for the gentle blowing of the wind. Zhang Bainian and Ouyang Baixue stood opposite each other, their eyes meeting each other. Holding red silk hands, they walked forward together and saluted and thanked everyone. Their figures intertwined in the bright lights, as beautiful as the people in the painting.
All the Taoist priests in Baicangguan were immersed in this happy atmosphere, and their faces were filled with smiles of joy and blessing. At this moment, everyone felt the power of love, which was a warm and powerful force that could make people feel peace and tranquility in this dense city.
As the night deepens, starlight shines like water on the roof of Chunyang Temple, making the place as bright as day. Zhang Bainian and Ouyang Baixue toasted each other amidst the blessings of the elders in the audience. They looked at each other and smiled, with each other's eyes full of happiness and love.
This wedding event will last for three full days, and Bai Cang Temple is always filled with joy and laughter.
On the last day, Zhang Bainian and Ouyang Baixue paid homage to the ancestors of the Ouyang family in the city lord's palace, and that was the end.
Zhang Bainian and Ouyang Baixue stood alone on the stone steps in front of the temple, looking at the stars in the sky. They held hands and stood together quietly, as if declaring their love to the entire fairy world.
"Bainian, we are part of Hanyue Continent." Ouyang Baixue said softly, "Our love will be like this world, eternal and vast, right?"
Zhang Bainian looked at her with a smile: "I hope to win the heart of the same person and stay together forever. No matter when and where, no matter how the world changes, I will be by your side."
Finally, they drank each other's glasses. The wine is made from Baicang City's famous wine, with a fragrant aroma and a mellow taste. They drank the wine in one gulp and the whole crowd cheered. This is their vow of love for each other and a blessing for their future lives.
After the wedding, they rode in a carefully prepared carriage and drove to their new home under the attention of the whole city. It was a garden not far from the city lord's residence, with shady trees, small bridges, flowing water, and blooming flowers. Their new home is like a paradise on earth, beautiful and peaceful, like a haven, waiting for them to run and enjoy it together.
People watched their carriage drift away and wished them well for the future. Their stories will also become the legend of Baicang City and spread in people's hearts. And their happiness will, like their names, become an eternal symbol of Baicang City. As the first monks to get married after changing the rules, the love story of Zhang Bainian and Ouyang Baixue will always be engraved in the memory of this ancient city. .
That night, the candle went out, the red fell, and I fell into a dream...
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In the elegant room of Yuexiayan Restaurant, Long Yu and Jiang Jian were sitting by the carved windows. The table was filled with delicacies and wine. However, neither of them moved their chopsticks, they just drank in silence, and the air was filled with deep silence and loneliness.
Long Yu's eyes were full of desolation and loneliness. His eyes were like an abyss, empty and far away. He drank one glass after another, as if he was looking for something but could never find it. His fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the wine glass, and each hit seemed to tell the story of the loneliness and emptiness in his heart.
Jiang Jian, who usually smiled and smiled, was sitting quietly aside at this time, with a trace of melancholy between his brows and the light of longing shining in his eyes. He didn't speak either, just filling the void in his heart with wine. His hand gently caressed the rim of the cup, as if caressing the face of his beloved.
The candlelight in the room swayed in the night, illuminating every corner of the elegant room brightly and solemnly. The silhouettes of the two people stretched on the wall, and as the wine glasses collided, their shadows swayed slightly.
In this way, they drank from late night until the next afternoon. In the restaurant, except for the footsteps of the waiter and the clinking of glasses, there was no other sound. Their hearts were like a sea shrouded in thick fog, seemingly calm, but hiding deep sadness and longing.
Long Yu and Jiang Jian kept drinking but never communicated. Their eyes met, then got lost in the glass. Their hearts are drunk in wine, and they wake up in wine. Their loneliness and longing were briefly vented in wine, but they returned again after they sobered up.
The moon slipped quietly out of the window, the night gradually receded, and the sun began to fill the earth. However, the candlelight in the room still flickered, as if telling their inner loneliness and longing.
"Brother, when will you and your two sisters-in-law get married?" Jiang Jian asked first.
The wine glass in Long Yu's hand paused for a moment, then put it down and looked at Jiang Jian: "What kind of marriage are you going to get married to? Who can I get married to?"
"Sister-in-law Canyue and Baili Xingyu, brother, don't you like them?"
"Like? Like...what does liking mean?" Long Yu's body began to shake, he held on to the table and looked at Jiang Jian.
"Yes, what does liking mean?" Jiang Jian did not answer, but smiled bitterly and kept repeating, "What does liking mean? Who am I qualified to say that I like it?"
Long Yu didn't dissipate much alcohol. He looked at Jiang Jian and became drowsy. He stood by the window and looked at the rising sun. Long Yu asked: "Is there a temple on that mountain? I heard the master say However, monks can see everything clearly, why don't you and I go take a look?"
"Brother, you are talking nonsense again. Where is the temple? How huge is Baicang City? There are naturally mountain peaks in the city. It is not surprising that there are buildings on the mountain peaks." After saying that, Jiang Jian also stood up and looked out the window.
Jiang Jian didn't see anything.
...
In the dim light of dawn, Long Yu stood on a quiet hill not far from Yuexiayan, and his eyes were attracted by a lonely and towering mountain peak in the distance.
On the top of the mountain, a tiny shadow loomed, its shape reminded him of the cornices of a temple. He stared intently, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity emerged in his heart, as if this distant temple was calling to him, and his intuition told Long Yu that he needed to take a look.
Long Yu turned around and found that the monks and mortals around him were unaware of this. Their eyes passed through the mountain peak as if it did not exist. He was surprised by what he discovered and became more determined to explore. To him, this temple seemed to be an unsolved mystery that he needed to uncover.
Walking along the mountain road, Long Yu became more and more curious about this temple. He walked through the streets of Baicang City, only to find that the temple was not located within the city, but stood outside the city!
This strange sight made him more certain that this temple held some unknown secrets.
Not knowing how far he had traveled, Long Yu gradually approached the peak of the temple.
The peak was found surrounded by a thin layer of morning mist, which seemed to be the peaceful light it radiated.
Long Yu carried his sword on his back and walked silently on the rough mountain road. The edges of the stone sparkled in the sun, as if telling a thousand-year story. Long Yu's steps were firm and powerful, as if there was some mysterious resonance with the mountain. His eyes shone with a search for truth, a deep and unwavering persistence.
The mountain gradually rises and the road becomes steeper. Although his steps were heavy, there was no hesitation. Every corner and every rock told him about the age and vicissitudes of this mountain. He seemed to be able to hear whispers in the wind, telling the history and secrets of the temple.
The outline of the temple finally appeared in the distance. It was built against the mountain and seemed to be integrated with the mountain. As Long Yu approached, a solemn and solemn atmosphere came over him. As he stepped onto the stone steps of the temple, every stone seemed to tell its story.
However, just when Long Yu thought the temple was still far away, in the blink of an eye, a door appeared in front of him!
The sudden change made Long Yu no longer drunk, and he was stunned: "What's going on?"
"With magic methods like heaven and earth spinning, it's not the temple that's moving, it's you, be careful." Can Yue sensed Long Yu's situation.
Long Yu reflected that he was reckless, leaving Baicang City and coming here alone...
Just when Long Yu was still hesitating whether to go in, the heavy door slowly opened. When Long Yu looked carefully, he found that no one opened the door!
