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Long ago, there was a monk dressed in a Blue-Robed who had a deep love for music. He often wandered among Luofu Mountain, sitting on the ground and leisurely plucking the strings of his instrument. The melodious sound of the lute flowed like a gentle stream through the mountains, seemingly capable of penetrating the hearts of people.
In front of Luofu Mountain, there was a bottomless deep pool where a small dragon resided.
The small dragon was kind-hearted and could not bear to see the world suffer from severe drought. Unable to control itself, it shed tears that nourished the parched earth, earning it the respectful title of Weeping Dragon.
However, this act of kindness violated heavenly laws, and it was punished by being banished to the depths of the pool.
Time passed like a fleeting shadow, day by day. Under the influence of the monk's beautiful music and profound Buddhist teachings, the small dragon gradually cultivated a human form.
Dragons, as magical beings, are inherently genderless; they only transform into male when they fall in love with a woman and into female when they are attracted to a man.
Captivated by the young monk, Weeping Dragon ultimately transformed into an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Her long hair flowed down like silk, her eyes sparkled like brilliant stars, and her skin was as white as snow. Joyfully, she emerged from the water and stepped onto the land.
However, from the day she came ashore, it was as if the monk had vanished from existence, never to appear before her again.
Filled with loneliness and melancholy, she felt as though the entire world had lost its color.
Every day at dawn and dusk, she sincerely came to the temple to worship and pray, clasping her hands together and silently wishing to see the monk once more.
Her sincere heart finally moved Buddha, who decided to appear and grant her wish.
Buddha's majestic yet compassionate figure appeared before her, his voice resonating like a great bell: "If you wish to see him, you must cultivate for five hundred years before you can meet him. Are you willing?"
Without any hesitation, Weeping Dragon's eyes shone with determination as she firmly replied, "I am willing."
In an instant, Weeping Dragon transformed into a massive stone and lay quietly in the wilderness.
During those long four hundred ninety-nine years, regardless of wind or rain or scorching sun, Weeping Dragon felt no pain at all.
However, what troubled her most was that during those four hundred years, she did not see a single person pass by—let alone the Blue-Robed Monk she longed for.
Finally, in the last year, a stone quarry team arrived. The workers wielded their tools and chiseled her from the ground. After some carving, they shaped her into a stone slab.
Subsequently, she was transported to the city and became part of a stone bridge.
On the very first day the stone bridge was completed, Weeping Dragon opened her eyes with great anticipation. She finally saw the monk she had been waiting for five hundred years!
The monk was still dressed in that familiar Blue-Robed, walking briskly across the stone bridge.
Of course, he had no idea that a stone was staring at him intently.
Buddha appeared before her once more and asked, "Are you satisfied?"
A hint of reluctance showed in Weeping Dragon's eyes as she replied, "No! Why did I wait five hundred years just for a fleeting glance? How many years has his wife waited?"
Buddha sighed softly and said in a gentle voice, "Ten thousand years."
Ten thousand years—that was an incredibly long time, long enough for the seas to turn into mulberry fields.
Weeping Dragon hesitated for a moment, then firmly said, "I will try to wait a thousand years, just to hold his hand."
Buddha nodded slightly, agreeing to her request.
Thus, Weeping Dragon transformed into a short knife that could cut through iron like mud.
One day, the monk was wandering through the market and immediately took a liking to this short knife.
He bought it for ten taels of silver. Weeping Dragon was overjoyed; she thought this meant she could be with the monk all day long.
Unexpectedly, the monk bought her an exquisite scabbard, wrapping her up tightly and naming her Weeping Dragon's Grievance.
Seeing the constant wars in the world and the suffering of the people, the monk was filled with compassion.
So he resolutely grasped this knife and plunged into battle.
With his bravery and wisdom, he fought through countless battles and eventually established a peaceful nation, which later became known as the Blue-Robed Kingdom. However, from the day he ascended to the throne, no matter how hard he tried, he could never draw the treasured knife Weeping Dragon's Grievance from its scabbard again.
"Is that how the story ends?" Huima asked as he lifted his wine cup and took a sip of fine wine while listening to Wen Qing'er’s tale. A look of lingering curiosity appeared on his face. "Well then, I’m going to sleep!"
Wen Qing'er thought of the deceased Luo Han, feeling a wave of sorrow wash over her. She then remembered that she still had to serve another man in bed, and tears began to fall silently.
She gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes and said, "This story was told to me by Luo Han. It has been passed down in his family, and there is a hidden ending to it. Legend has it that only those who truly understand love can discover it."
Xiao Zhu quickly finished making the bed and discreetly stepped out. The bedding was carefully sewn from pure white silk, and against the backdrop of the white silk, the face of the intoxicated Huima appeared even paler.
He closed his eyes slightly, but his heart was restless. From the moment he first saw Wen Qing'er, he knew he had fallen deeply in love with her.
However, if he were to truly face her tonight as a husband, he felt he would lose and would still owe something to Chuan.
He feared becoming trapped in his affection for Wen Qing'er, unable to extricate himself. Yet he could not be like other crude warriors who would recklessly possess a woman and then heartlessly abandon her.
Huima suddenly opened his eyes, fixing his gaze intently on Wen Qing'er, and asked, "Are you here to kill me?"
Wen Qing'er was taken aback, looking at Huima in surprise.
Huima continued, " Chuan said you were here to kill me, but the moment I saw you at Qinggeng Peak, I knew you weren't. Today, Luo Leng's army has already set out. My family’s retainers urge me to have a child with you soon so that our two nations' alliance can be further solidified, allowing us to join forces against the Blue-Robed Kingdom."
So that was it; no wonder Huima came to Tenshukaku for the night after Luo Han's death.
"However," Huima slowly stood up, gently placing his hands on Wen Qing'er's frail shoulders, his eyes revealing a determined light as he said, "One day, I will find the hidden ending of 'Weeping Dragon's Grievance,' and when I do, I will definitely tell you."
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