I thought that the nineteenth layer of hell would be extremely bloody and terrifying, and I would do everything to cramp and peel my skin. But the moment his feet stepped on the ground, Zixian clearly felt a familiar warm atmosphere.

The surrounding light was abundant, in stark contrast to the gloomy darkness of the previous hells. For a moment, my eyes were a little uncomfortable with such light.

The deep purple river meanders not far away, and the pure white and flawless strange flowers spit out an intoxicating and intense fragrance that spreads like a cloud from the riverbank to the invisible distance. As far as the eye could see, on the other side of the river was a blood-red flower, the dazzling color of which was like a fire that was about to burn all the life force.

Zixian was dazed by the fragrance of white flowers, her mind was in chaos, her steps were like stepping on cotton, and she involuntarily walked towards the river.

"Roar~~~!" A huge beast roar sounded in the distance, and the ground beneath his feet trembled.

Zixian shook his head and came back to his senses.

Looking at the river in front of him, which was less than two steps away, Zixian was afraid for a while. With his current state, not to mention this weird purple river, it is an ordinary river, and it is also a big threat to himself.

"Lethe River Flower Sea!" I don't know why, these four words suddenly broke into Zixian's mind.

Judging from the current situation, this should be the sea of Lechuan flowers. The purple river should be the Lethe River, and this red and white flower is the famous flower on the other side.

It is said that this other side flower was originally transformed by a couple, and because of the violation of the rules of heaven, this relationship was finally ruthlessly stifled. Heaven sent down a punishment and gave the two of them a vicious curse, since they wanted to have a private meeting regardless of the rules of heaven, they let them become the flowers and leaves of a flower, but this flower is very peculiar, there are flowers without leaves, leaves without flowers, life and life, flowers and leaves are wrong.

After countless reincarnations, one day the Buddha came here, and saw a flower on the ground with extraordinary temperament, red like fire, and the Buddha came to it to look carefully, and saw the mystery in it just by looking at it. The Buddha was neither sad nor angry, but he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and reached out to pull the flower out of the ground. The Buddha put the flower in his hand and said with emotion: "In the previous life, you couldn't see each other, you couldn't love each other, the so-called division and union are just fate and fate, you have the curse of heaven, so that you are destined to end but not disperse, fate is not divided, I can't help you unlock this vicious spell, so I will take you to the other side, let you bloom all over the wilderness."

On the way to the other side, the Buddha accidentally wet his clothes by the water of the Lechuan River, and there is the red flower that the Buddha carried, and when the Buddha came to the other side to untie the flower wrapped in the clothes and looked at it again, he found that the fiery red flowers had become pure white, the Buddha pondered for a moment, and laughed loudly: "Great joy is not as good as great sorrow, it is better to remember than to forget, right and wrong, how can you distinguish it, good flowers, good flowers." "The Buddha planted this flower on the other side and called it the mandala flower, and because it was on the other side, he called it the flower on the other side.

But the Buddha didn't know that the faded flowers of the Lechuan River dripped all the red into the river, and they wailed all day long, which made people feel sad. When Jizo Bodhisattva learned this, he went to the river, took out a mandala flower and threw it into the river, and after a while, a flower that was even more red and bright than before grew out of the water, and Jizo took it in his hand and sighed, "You have escaped and are at ease, why should you leave this boundless hatred in the boundless hell of the sea of suffering?" I will ask you to be a guide messenger and guide them to samsara, just remember your color, there is already a mandala on the other side, so let's call you Manju Sahua. ”

Since then, there have been two kinds of flowers in the world, one is the bright red like fire, symbolizing the memory of the manju sawa, and the other is pure white like snow, symbolizing the forgetfulness of the mandala flower.

Zixian squatted down, her cold fingers caressing the pure white flowers, and the white skirt almost blended with the sea of flowers: "I know your name is not Mandala Hua, you have a name, right?" ”

The white flowers were motionless, but the fragrance in the air seemed to fade a little.

"Actually, we really have the same disease, and I have forgotten all the things before." Zixian smiled bitterly, and her voice was gloomy: "I don't know where I came from, and I don't know where I'm going, I don't have any worries or resentments, as if the whole world has nothing to do with me." Even when I got to the bottom of hell, I didn't feel the slightest fear. Because I don't know what the meaning of my existence is. ”

The white flowers trembled slightly almost invisibly.

"I don't know how many reincarnations you've spent here, how lonely and lonely you should be when you don't even have memories for such a long time."

Zixian stood up: "The person who cultivates pays attention to the six roots of purity, and forgets the red dust. But can you be at ease if you forget it? I think that forgetting is precisely the greatest sorrow. ”

As soon as the words fell, countless pure white petals fell off the flowers and slowly floated into the air, like flying snow covering the sky and the earth, surging towards the Lechuan River. On the other side of the riverbank, blood-red petals burned towards the Lethe River like a monstrous flame. The two petals merge and dance in the sky above the river, reflecting the sky in a warm pink.

Looking at the breathtaking and magnificent scene, Zixian's heart was stirred, and he sighed: "It is rumored that the flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years. Isn't it pitiful that the flowers and leaves have love, but they will never see each other forever? ”

At this moment, a distant voice came: "It is the way of heaven to die at the end of fate, so why be persistent?" ”

Zixian raised his head, looked into the vast distance, and replied in a loud voice: "What you said is not right! Since the way of heaven does not allow them to stay together, why let them know and love each other! ”

The distant voice fell silent.

Zixian smiled coldly, and said sarcastically: "Or is it that God arranged it like this, just to deduce a tragedy of the world?" And this poor flower on the other side has become a real victim! ”

Miao Yuan's voice implied some anger, and it became even more majestic and vast: "Little mortal soul, dare to question the way of heaven? If you can go to the bottom of this hell, you must be a person who has committed the most heinous sin in your lifetime, and you will not reflect and repent, but you will have to meddle in your affairs! ”

"Mo Zixian knows that he is deeply guilty! But aren't you also on the nineteenth floor of hell? What qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson? In the end, it's just 50 steps and 100 steps. Zixian sarcastically said.

The distant voice did not sound again, but the earth trembled violently. In a moment, a huge shadow flew towards Zixian.

Looking at the giant figure of the shadow, and the menacing posture like an enraged bull, Zixian couldn't help but shake and run.