The flower on the other side is the flower that attracts the souls of the dead, and each soul clings to the flower that belongs to them, walks through the road of Huangquan, walks on the Nai He Bridge, drinks Meng Po soup, and throws into the six reincarnations. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The duty of the info flower mother is to maintain the flower of the other side, and she is also the soul keeper of the underworld. She is a descendant of Nuwa, a demigod and half-mortal, who can freely travel through the mortal world and the underworld, she is not controlled by time, she can freely travel through time and space, and live forever. However, if you reproduce with mortals, you will lose your divine power, gradually age, and finally die of spiritual failure.

A woman in white holds a porcelain pot in the middle of the flowers, and the water flowing out of the pot is like a silver thread scattered to the flowers. Under the woman's watering, the flowers on the other side bloomed more enchantingly.

The Bodhisattva of the King of Jizo stood at the end of the Yellow Spring Road as in the past to give lectures to the souls of the dead, and he looked up at the woman among the flowers, and suddenly stopped. "Where's Cher?" He asked. Suddenly, the woman transformed into a shining spirit bead and slid from the sky, jumping and falling into the palm of the Jizo King Bodhisattva.

"Bodhisattva, the flower mother left the spirit bead and slipped away to the mortal world, saying that she was going to go through some training and come back in three days." A woman in green clothes knelt in front of the Jizo King Bodhisattva and replied.

King Jizo Bodhisattva counted his fingers, shook his head and sighed: "Bad fate! He handed the spirit bead in his hand to the woman in Tsing Yi: "In the past three days, the spirit bead will take care of the flowers on the other side and guard them carefully." "A flower on the other side leads a dead soul, and the flower withers and dies.

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It was getting dark. The cloudy sky is always extraordinarily terrifying, the wind howls like a horse, and the hoarse and poignant is heartbreaking. The bare trees no longer seemed to be able to withstand the raging winds, and finally hung their heavy heads in the wind. In the distance, Mu Ran stood a black-clothed man holding a long sword, the cold light and wanton sword blade were dripping with bright red blood, and there were several people lying on the ground who had just died. His hands trembled suddenly, and he didn't know if it was because he was uneasy in his heart, or if he couldn't stand the baptism of this cold wind, no one knew, not even himself.

God, it's going to rain. Although, the earth longs for this rain, but he longs for it even more. Because, the sky that is about to rain is always so dry and dreary, just like his dry heart, which needs to be moistened and washed by rain. Lightning pierced the curtain of the sky like a sharp sword, and then a "boom" of thunder rolled down like a thousand troops. The soybean-like raindrops finally fell in thunder. The man in black looked at the sky, the corners of his mouth rose on his numb face, he liked to kill people before a thunderstorm. The rain washed over the blood-dripping sword, and he leaped forward, his figure disappearing into the night.

The thunderstorm stopped after only half an hour. Suddenly, a loud baby cry came from under the corpses. The baby's mother held him tightly in her arms, and he was the only survivor of this bloody storm.

"Nan no Amitabha, good, good!" A Buddha horn came. A monk in his seventies bends down to pick up the baby from the woman's arms. "Poor, pathetic!" He sighed, and the baby stopped crying when he was picked up, and looked at the monk in front of him with wide eyes, and suddenly grinned.