The flower field stretches out, and the flowers are in harmony, like a diamond embedded in the warm greenery.
Wandering among the flowers, he was in a happy mood, but Qiao Li was dissatisfied and said: "The strange shapes are really gaudy. Is the temple owner a lewd monk who specializes in things like pink and pink eyebrows?"
Ji Chong sighed: "Junior brother is not only boring, but also has little knowledge."
Qiao Li grinned and said, "Hey, it turns out that senior brother knows the origin of this flower."
Ji Chong said: "This flower is as white as snow, pure and unadulterated, and it's called Mandala Flower."
Qiao Li said in surprise: "Hey, the flower of the other shore! The flower of hell?"
Ji Chong shook his head and said: "Mandala flower is called the treasure flower of the Buddha's world because of its purity and purity. The other shore flower is Manzhu Shahua. It blooms for thousands of years, has leaves that grow for thousands of years, and the color of the flower is red like fire. The two flowers have similar names, so it is indeed easy to confuse them." "
Qiao Li said happily: "Hey, is there some allusion?"
Ji Chong nodded and said with a smile, "Let me tell you, brother."
According to ancient legends, there are two minor gods in the Royal Garden of the God Realm, the flower god Manzhu and the leaf god Shahua. The two little gods have been friends with flowers and plants all year round. They cannot bear the loneliness and have feelings for each other. The God Realm is devoid of love and righteousness and cannot tolerate such evil karma. Therefore, God decrees to all realms that Manzhu and Shahua will be banished to Yinluo forever and transform into a strange flower on the road to the underworld.
The following year, on the banks of the Wangchuan River, manchurian sandalwood flowers bloomed all over the field. The brutal and enchanting colors were like a blanket of blood covering the underworld, which was hailed as the road illuminated by fire.
It is said that after a person dies, the soul passes through the gate of hell and goes to the Hell of the Underworld. It passes by the Wangchuan River along the Fire Road, crosses the Naihe Bridge, and climbs to the Wangxiang Terrace. Beside the terrace is a three-life stone engraved with the love of three generations, saying, "Get to the other side early." The flowers of Manzhu Shahua bloom and fall every year, and the green leaves and flowers wither every year. The flower gods and leaves are in different directions, and there is no communication anymore, so it is named Bianhuahua.
Three lives are determined by the stone, and it is not as good as experiencing love, hate and obsession in this life. Manzhu and Shahua cling to Qihua and wait year after year without even passing by each other. Their hatred cannot be filled, and they question the sky with hands held in their hands. Thousands of years of longing have turned into rivers of forgetfulness. ’s rippling weeping,
If you get close to the Buddha, you will become a Buddha with just one thought. If you get close to the devil, you will become a devil with a single thought. Manzhu Shahua has been suffering from the pain of lovesickness for a long time and has stagnation of resentment, so she becomes a devil.
Whenever the ghost passes through the road of fire, Manzhu Shahua will release a unique floral fragrance to urge it to recall the past, relive the beautiful or sad, prosperous or tragic past and sink into it.
The endless ghosts are caused by the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance, but Naihe Bridge does not drink Meng Po soup and throws itself into the Forgotten River. The water is stained with blood, making it difficult to get close to the fishy filth.
One day, when the Buddha crossed the Wangchuan River, he saw that Manzhu Shahua was of extraordinary bearing and red as blood, so he couldn't help but pick one.
The Buddha saw through the trap at a glance and said with emotion: "You miss each other but don't know each other, you know each other but you don't fall in love, you love each other but you don't stay together, no wonder you are full of resentment. The fate is gone but we are not separated, the fate is gone but we are not separated, why not just let me go. , realize Buddha nature to wash away sins.”
The Buddha couldn't help but cross the river with Manzhu and Shahua, and when they reached the middle of the river, the water of Forget River created waves out of thin air and wetted the petals.
Manzhu Shahua couldn't help herself, and quietly faded her blood-red body into the river, wailing and crying from time to time. From then on, the water of the River of Forgetfulness rolled and rolled, never stopping.
The Buddha went to the other shore to take a look at the flowers, and saw that the petals were light and soft, and the color of the flowers was pure white. The Buddha woke up from a dream and sighed: "The true love and nature may not be free. Since there are many flowers and pearls on the other shore, I call you Mandala." Hua."
The Buddha planted the mandala flower by the river, looked at each other from a distance with the mandala flower, and picked up a flower seed and floated away.
After this incident, the Buddha realized the wonderful truth of the universe more and more. As soon as the golden mouth of the preaching was opened, the gods praised, the heaven and the earth sang in unison, flowers fell from the sky above the nine heavens, and all the mandala flowers were flying. All those who heard the Tao were awakened to transcendence and had insight into the darkness.
Qiao Li was mesmerized by what he heard and murmured: "Love and hate are intertwined on this side, but there is no desire or desire on the other side. It takes a complete cycle to realize the Tao."
Ji Chong sighed: "I only sigh that the Buddha's power is boundless, and he cannot break the curse of God at will. The flowers and leaves of Manzhu, Shahua and Huahua will never grow together, but leaving this sad and lingering love story for the world to express condolences is not a life in vain." .”
Qiao Li suddenly said: "Since it is a treasure flower in the Buddhist world, is there something extraordinary about it?"
Ji Chong said: "Buddhist monks can extract the essence of this flower and make mandala huadan and take it to understand Buddhism, but it is useless to us."
Qiao Li was greatly disappointed and said bitterly: "Even if it is useless, we can't take advantage of those bald donkeys." After saying this, he waved his sleeves and shook out dozens of firebirds, which instantly burned the sea of flowers to ashes.
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The Hall of the Reclining Buddha is surrounded by verandas and verandas, and is surrounded by turrets. It is intended to eliminate all karmic obstacles and promote the Buddha nature everywhere in purity.
Suddenly, a string of wanton laughter broke the silence, and someone said with a bad smile: "You can't argue with a hundred people, so why don't you just show them how they behave."
The laughter was full of provocation. The speaker was afraid that the world would not be in chaos. He was definitely a strange flower.
Jichong and Qiao Li hurried in, only to see a carefree young man dangling his feet, sitting high up in a corner of the palace, covering his mouth and snickering. The sacred bird Qingluan stood beside him indifferently, blowing smoke and covering the moon.
In the courtyard, Li Chonglou and Pan Yinjian stood like horns, confronting a young man with a delicate face and a weak crown.
Seeing Yan Ci's arrogance, Qiao Li was itching with hatred. If Qingluan wasn't there, he really wanted to run over and beat this guy up.
Ji Chong took it calmly and asked, "Why is Brother Li like this?"
Li Chonglou was really unhappy when Ji and Qiao broke out halfway.
It turned out that he and Pan Yinjian had arrived a step earlier, and saw a young man with a weak crown emerging from nowhere from a distance, sweeping away everything in the palace. Although Li Chonglou was annoyed, he didn't take it seriously. He was just a junior fusion cultivator and casually dismissed the treasure but it still didn't run away. Unexpectedly, Yan Ci came out of thin air and shouted to summon other monks.
Ji Chong observed the words and expressions, barely guessed the reason, and sneered in his heart: "How can it be so easy to eat alone!"
Yan Ci became more and more overjoyed and said with a smile: "It's better to come early than to come by chance. It's just the right time to catch a turtle in the urn."
The young man with a weak crown raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Your Majesty has a lot of secrets, be careful if the news leaks out."
"Who in the world doesn't hide secrets?" Yan Ci said nonchalantly, "As the saying goes, those who see it have a share. Fellow Taoists should distribute the treasures and go their own ways, so that everyone will be happy."
Before he finished speaking, a voice like Lin Laiquan said in surprise: "Senior Brother Yan..." The cold and snowy beauty who stepped outside the hospital was none other than Qu Yuyi.
Yan Ci was delighted to receive strong support. He put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "No coincidence, someone is going to be in bad luck..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly said: "Your Excellency has already used the substitute talisman, so why not try another trick? ....."
After speaking, he raised his hand to twist the spell, and a golden spirit-binding talisman suddenly exploded in the sky above the courtyard. Golden light shot out quickly, and strands covered the area about ten feet in radius.
The figure of the young man with a weak crown was in a trance, and turned into a piece of light and white talismans floating down. However, his true form was revealed the moment he came into contact with the golden light, and he was apparently escaping out in a cunning manner.
Ji Chong said anxiously: "Confinement!" With a wave of his sleeve, a blue ice flame suddenly swam, and the blue flames drew a circle to trap the young man. Then he said calmly: "Why don't you show me the treasure?"
The young man with a weak crown did not panic. He pointed at Yan Ci and said: "The Jinjin Powder is just ordinary, how can it be as precious as the elves and unicorns owned by Brother Yan."
Is there such a thing? Jichong looked at Yan Ci suspiciously, with a rather malicious look on his face.
Yan Ci was speechless and said: "What a good boy, I'll give it a try. If Yan has such a spiritual creature, I'm afraid he won't be able to allow others to share the treasure."
From the beginning to the end of Pan Yinjian, he saw that Yan Ci was displeased and sneered: "I don't know about the elves, but how can the psychic beast Qilin follow this guy?"
Yan Ci glared and said, "The thief woman has a bit of a look on her face."
Pan Yinjian had a look on his face, and he couldn't help but say something. He slashed out his sword light and scolded: "You disgusting freak, mean and an eyesore."
The sword gleam of the female guard sword in the palm of her hand fluctuates in and out, and the restrained murderous intention contains a gentleness. There is a discord between the appearance and the heart. Once the skin is broken, the attack will be merciless.
Yan Ci was furious and secretly scolded this girl for being stupid and asking for wild fire instead of taking away the treasure. He formed a seal with one palm, released his iris sword and flew into the air, and the majestic purple gold sword glowed with murderous intent.
The next moment, the domineering Qi Jin met in the air, white light and purple light intertwined and flickered. Suddenly, the iris sword rotated and attacked, and the dazzling sword light strangled forward like a giant diamond.
The air flow near the female guardian sword exploded like a tide, and the white sword energy suddenly shrank, condensing into a round shield with mysterious patterns a few feet away from the sword tip. The shield is kept soft, and the sword light is embedded without giving way.
Li Chonglou had a look of disdain on his face, and drew out his Xiongzhi Sword, intending to step forward to help him fight. Suddenly, he felt a figure flashing behind the slanting sword, and Qu Yuyi's white clothes fluttered, spreading a cloud of sword energy like smoke.
The misty clouds contained an unspeakable melancholy.
Li Zhonglou holds his sword with his heart in his hands. The thick and thick Xiongzhi sword moves slightly. His brave and unforged masculinity explodes instantly. The surging sword intent rises upwards, tearing apart the smoke and clouds like a long wind breaking through the waves, and piercing the sky with his feet. The momentum is upward to suppress the killing.
Qu Yuyi stepped on the colorful light, and the Qinglan Immortal Sword was heavily shadowed, exuding an illusory and real aura. The smoke was dense, and several hazy Qi swords rippled in the void and fell gracefully.
The fight was in full swing here, but the other side was still stunned. The treasure-hunting alliance went into war at the slightest disagreement, leaving Ji Chong a little confused.
"Let's fight, let's fight, this situation is a good time to seize the treasure." Ji Chong said secretly.
Suddenly, he felt the blue ice flames jumping slightly. He turned his head and looked around, and saw a blurry figure jumping twice and rushing toward him. The charming autumn sword light shot towards him, and the slightly cool sword energy aroused in his throat. A string of goosebumps.
Although such light and swift swordsmanship is rare, it is just a piece of cake for Ji Chong, who has been immersed in the fusion stage for many years. However, when he saw the real body of the weak-headed young man still standing in the ice flames with a smile, he couldn't help but said in astonishment: "Clone Kill!"
The sword light passed by, and an afterimage was swept away. Ji Chong appeared on the other side of the ice flame like a ghost.
The weak-headed boy missed his sneak attack, and the clone suddenly detonated, causing the dull explosion to cause a billowing mist. Suddenly, the courtyard was filled with fog and smoke. Everyone immediately stopped fighting, withdrew their swords and took to the air. They didn't dare to enter because they didn't know what was going on in the fog.
Ji Chong and Qiao Li threw dozens of sword lights into the fog, but there was no response like a mud cow entering the sea. When the smoke cleared, the weak-headed boy disappeared without a trace again.
Qiao Li screamed strangely: "The little cub is as slippery as a little loach."
Yan Ci was furious and cursed: "If these two fools hadn't come over to find trouble, hundreds of little loaches would have been caught."
Li Chonglou raised his voice and said: "Brother Yan is so self-righteous, why not draw a line down the road and let's discuss it again."
Watching the weak-headed young man grab the treasure and run away, Yan Ci was very annoyed, rolled his eyes and said, "Are all the people in the Huaqing Sect so ignorant if they just want to pick up sesame seeds and throw big watermelons around?"
Li Chonglou was speechless and almost suffered internal injuries from anger.
However, Jichong almost suppressed his internal injuries and suppressed a smile: "Could it be that Brother Yan has seen that person a long time ago?"
Yan Ci curled his lips and said: "The Medicine Master's Palace has been looted, but you still have the time to joke around, ha, how generous!"
Qiao Li was furious and wanted to track the young man and ravage him severely, but he heard Ji Chong shake his head and say: "The Mist Escape Technique is wonderful and unpredictable. There is no need to waste time pursuing it. Let's go to the main hall to break the formation and hunt for treasures to make up for the losses. "
It was not too late to mend the situation, and everyone had no objections, so they all went to the Mahavira Palace together.
