The maid intimately brought up the fruit plate, and Puya gave way to Fadu. Fado could not disobey the queen's good intentions, so he took the tender red cherry and put it in his mouth to taste, and sure enough, it was full of juice and very sweet: "But before I went to the desert, what I longed for most was the ancient city with the broken halberd and the remnant flag, and the pilgrimage that turned in warp and weft. "Buddhism is vast, and its teachings are so widespread that even if Linchang and other desert countries promote their own local religions, the followers of Buddhism are always scattered everywhere and there is no shortage of adherents. And the more barren the barbaric land, the more devotion to the Dharma seems to be higher than that of a happy city-state.

"Hmm." Pu Ya tasted the deep purple grapes and nodded in agreement, "People are always curious about unknown things, and after seeing them, they immediately have that novelty, and they are eager to find new people or things that make their hearts excited!" ”

Fadu shook his head, disagreeing with Puya's thoughts: "That's just a child of a layman, and the cultivator's heart is far from like this. ”

"What kind of true chapter is in the heart of a cultivator?"

"Moss does not grow on the rolling stones, and you cannot go up to that mountain unless you get down this mountain. Mountains and mountains face each other, lights shine together, and there will always be countless scenery and tribulations in the distance that you need to go through and practice; Even if all the scenery becomes the same after you have realized the vanity of your true mind, there is still no place worth staying in forever. Stagnating, greedy or obsessive, it is the manifestation of the word 'appearance'! ”

The sunlight shines on the side cheeks of Fadu, and the glittering light waves give birth to a vivid spiritual rhyme. The wandering monk who spoke of great wisdom suddenly became so trance-like and unreal, like a golden-bodied Buddha who lived in the world and lived ascetic life with great love and compassion.

Puya put her hands on her cheeks and listened silently. Fadu's words hid a great mystery, although she couldn't fully understand it, but somehow in her heart, she suddenly had a trickle of sadness, very sad and sad...... Inexplicably, maybe it's for the faint meaning of "everything can't be kept, everything can't be done for a long time, and everything will eventually leave" in the Fadu words! Whether this truth is true or false, in short, it makes Puya feel cruel and difficult to face.

When the wind rises, the red and white sea of mandala flowers in the garden will make a colorful and dancing appearance, which is beautiful and beautiful, and the sound of gargling seems to respond.

Fadu's gaze leisurely swept over the sea of flowers, and suddenly fixed on a small green branch on the side.

Puya followed Fadu's gaze and pursed her lips: "That's the Gesang flower." It is not yet flowering, so it has not bloomed. ”

"It turned out to be Gesang ......" Fadu shook his face when he heard this, and responded thoughtfully, "I said, it looks familiar like this!" His eyes moved, and his heart flickered wherever he went, "In the Han region, it is popular for the subjects to take a small character for themselves, and how about a poor monk who takes a small character for the queen today?" There was a rare interest in his eyebrows, but he looked at Puya sincerely.

"Small print?" Puya frowned, this proposal was very new to her, "What's that?" Her eyebrows were flushed, "Tell me, what little print did you give me?" Then I looked a little impatient.

With such a demeanor like a well-behaved and lovely young girl, Fadu's heart moved, and a little pity swelled up with a smile: "The queen's name is Puyamedo...... That little word is 'Gesang'. When he opened his mouth, his expression and tone changed again.

"Gesang?" Pu Ya turned his eyes, closed the interesting state on his face, and carefully savored these two familiar words, which seemed a little strange because they were given a new meaning, "Gesang ......"

"Hmm." Fadu bowed his head, "Puyamedo, the small character Gesang." "Words precipitate.

Puya is a flower that grows on inaccessible plateaus, snowy regions, and deep deserts. It blooms once every 100 years, and the flowering period is only two months. With a hundred years of time savings, precipitation, in exchange for a short two-month flowering period that is only once in a lifetime, whether it is growth, struggle, or blooming, no one has ever noticed it, and it is lonely and self-appreciative......

But this is a tough and bewitching flower, she is noble, she is beautiful, she is not subservient, she is not kitsch, and at the same time she is so wild and tenacious with the obsession of breaking her bones, to pursue the bloom she wants!

Her flower language is, "Firm life's waiting, sadness, waiting for beauty." ”

The word "Meiduo" means "blossom" in Tibetan; "Gesang", Tibetan means "happiness". In this way, the name of the queen "Puya Meiduo", with the word "Gesang", is connected together to "Puya flowers bloom, hand in hand to happiness". The meaning of Fadu here is: to welcome the luster of spring, to call great love, and to go to the other side of great happiness......

At the same time, Gesang is also a kind of flower, and the flower language is: take pity on the people in front of you.

Somehow, when I savored it, I smelled some of the predestined tastes, as if I had given an ending to some fate in the future, but I couldn't understand it very well.

Are some things predestined from the beginning, from the depths of the desolate universe and the torrent of fate?