The years do not know the years.

Wen Chunxiang's buds have been waiting for decades, and they have been slowly getting bigger, but they have never bloomed. Wen Chunxiang also went from expectation at the beginning to disappointment and finally to calmness.

Anyway, there is a gap of hundreds of years between the first leaf and the second leaf, and it must be slower to bloom.

What's the hurry, let's get a good night's sleep first.

Wen Chunxiang had never dared to sleep before, for fear that if he fell asleep, a demon beast would come over to eat him, but he had been here quietly for decades, and he hadn't been able to find anything that could hurt him. The aura here is thin, and the fierce beasts in the mountains have almost no possibility of opening their spiritual intelligence. Below the cliff is an abyss, and no beast dares to come and eat this very delicious flower.

With the good wish that he might bloom when he woke up, Wen Chunxiang fell into a deep sleep.

He had always thought that he might be a dog's tail grass, and as long as he could bloom, he would be satisfied.

When I slept like this, more than ten years have passed.

Suddenly, one day, a farmer went up the mountain to collect medicine, was chased by a fierce beast, and accidentally stepped on the edge of the cliff and fell.

The farmer's life should not be extinguished, and when he was in an emergency, he grabbed a green vine on the edge of the cliff and survived so dangerously.

"Huh~, Bodhisattva bless, if the disciple can go home safely, he will definitely sincerely worship." The farmer calmed down his heart for a long time alone.

He began to climb up the vines.

Crawling and crawling, the corner of his eye was attracted by a flower as white as snow.

Although he is a farmer, he also has some research on the way of flowers and plants, and the world loves peonies, and all kinds of peony flowers have swept the entire country.

The so-called peerless only Xizi, all the flowers are peonies.

If there is no pot of brilliant peonies in the home of the dignitaries, there is almost no face. The former dynasty only loved bright peonies, but the current emperor prefers plain peonies. Up and down, countless literati and writers wrote countless poems praising the beauty of white peonies. Even a street kid can say a few words.

In the limited knowledge of farmers, he didn't know what kind of peony flower he had encountered, he only knew that all the peonies he had seen were not as good as the one in front of him.

Get rich!

The farmer suddenly had the idea that if he brought this peony back and sold it, his family could live on it. In the near future, there will be a peony flower party in their city, and when the time comes, this peony will definitely be able to sell for a good price!

The farmer thought about it again and again, tremblingly tied the green vine around his waist, and then climbed over step by step, and dug out the peony with a small medicine hoe in his arms, and then carefully climbed up and went home.

Smelling the fragrance of Chunxiang's sleep, but I feel that the surroundings are extremely noisy.

When he came to his senses, he found that he had been planted in a flower pot, and countless people surrounded him and praised him.

"I have been a good peony for many years, I think I have seen countless national colors, I don't want to see such a strange plant in my lifetime, fortunately!"

"Only the peony is true to the country, and the flowers move the capital when they bloom. Such a white peony is enough to move the country. ”

“……”

Wen Chunxiang was a little stunned.

What's the situation?

What is a white peony?

Wen Chunxiang always thought that he was a dog's tail grass, but now he is the white peony in the mouth of these mortals. Although I don't know what the difference is, he is indeed not a thing in the cultivation realm. Thinking about it like this, Wen Chunxiang couldn't help but feel a little sad.

In the eyes of these people who love peonies, this peony is both spiritual and graceful.

Wen Chunxiang, who has experienced the baptism of aura in the cultivation realm and bloomed flowers, is naturally not comparable to ordinary peonies.

Even when he was put into a large pile of peonies, Wen Chunxiang also felt a momentum of "self-respect".

This exotic peony was eventually purchased by a high-ranking official and presented to the current emperor on the occasion of the Birthday Festival.

The current emperor was overjoyed when he saw this and gave Wen Chunxiang the title of "the king of the first flowers in the world".

At this time, the country's national strength was prosperous, the emperor was even more wise, full of dragon spirit, and as soon as Chrysostom Yuyan came out, Wen Chunxiang felt a trace of change in his body. It's just that this change has just begun, and he hasn't had time to tell it.

This pot of white peony was praised by the emperor, and it became even more famous, and Wen Chunxiang's cultivation became more smooth.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, when the queen mother had a sudden illness, the imperial doctors could not cure it, so they had to turn to the mortal world for help and a high-ranking monk.

This monk does not know the age, but he is a profound cultivator, and his hands are rejuvenated, and the emperor wanted to allow him to be a national teacher, but he was refused. Now that he is invited to make a move, he naturally cannot be impressed with ordinary gold and silver. The emperor is a filial son and a wise monarch, thinking about it, he sent his beloved white peony, that is, Wen Chunxiang, to the monk's house, and invited the monk to help.

The Queen Mother was seriously ill and cured, and the white peony also went to the monk's house. Although the emperor was distressed, the monk stayed in the capital because of this, which can be regarded as an unexpected joy.

In just a few days, the situation changed abruptly.

Wen Chunxiang changed from the days when hundreds of palace maids and eunuchs were serving at the beginning to an elderly mortal monk occasionally watering, and he was suddenly in a bad mood.

Thinking that he was in the palace, every leaf and every petal had the most dexterous palace maid scrubbing it with morning dew, and the concubines and princes in the past were full of praise for it, which greatly satisfied the heart of Wen Chunxiang, who was once a little pitiful.

This peaceful day has not been enough, and it was taken to a monk's house, there is no morning dew, and the watering is still left over from the monk's tea. How can this be endured?

He's not that dog's tail grass anymore.

He is the white peony, the white peony, the king of flowers! How can you only get the leftover tea from the monk? At least you haven't been drunk!

Wen Chunxiang was very angry, and the consequence was that within a few days, he took the initiative to put away the petals.

The monk was not surprised why the white peony that flourished in one day became a bud, he still chanted the sutra and chanted the Buddha every day, and occasionally remembered to water Wen Chunxiang.

Wen Chunxiang's childish behavior punched the cotton, and he became even more angry.

I don't know why, suddenly one day, when the monk was watering Wen Chunxiang, he remembered that this white peony didn't have its own name. If the emperor doesn't take a name, who would dare to name it?

But now that this pot of flowers is his own, it is easy to call it a name.

"The beauty of the spring scenery in the world is full of this flower, so it is better to call it 'Chunxiang'."

Wen Chunxiang's brain boomed, and he only felt that he and this bastard monk's cause and effect had become a big deal.

Of course, the emperor didn't want to name him, but Wen Chunxiang himself used a little spell to make the emperor forget about it. As early as when he was still in the cultivation realm, Sister Hua Yumei told him that the name of their demon cultivation was very cautious, and it was related to his future fate. Generally, it is good to use your own ontological name, for example, the flower marrying plum is called the flower marry, and the white peony should be called the spring Xianghe.

However, as soon as the monk said this, the name Chunxiang suddenly became his real name.

Cause and effect are thus formed.

The previous farmer rescued him from the cliff and sold it, and the cause and effect were returned. The high-ranking official was rewarded for offering it, and naturally he owed nothing. As for the emperor, he owes nothing more. Only this senior monk saved the Queen Mother and only got him, and he was entangled with Wen Chunxiang, and he had a name, even if Wen Chunxiang wanted to sneak out of the flower pot, he had to be careful.

Anyway, this monk is so old and doesn't have a few years to live, so I'll stay here for a few years and wait for him to die before leaving. That way, I don't owe anything, and I can find a lump to stay in and never come out again.

Wen Chunxiang, who thought about it like this, quickly accepted his name, and the next day flowers bloomed again.

It's just that the eminent monk is starting to feel wrong.

Probably because I felt that I had chosen a name for this flower, I had a corresponding obligation.

I used to water every few days, but now I water it often, and I specially found a book on raising peonies to come back and read.

But more than that, I still chanted the scriptures to him.

……

This monk is really pitiful, no one has come to him for almost a year, and every day except for chanting sutras is chanting.

Wen Chunxiang was almost about to cry for this monk.

In order to comfort this monk, Wen Chunxiang did not obey the laws of heaven, and bloomed from spring to winter, and the flowers bloomed undefeated.

Of course, Wen Chunxiang didn't know that his behavior was also stupid.

It was the first time he had been to the mortal world, and he was not skilled in business.

When the white peony, it is also the first time.

However, the senior monk didn't say anything, but moved Wen Chunxiang indoors when winter came, and the scriptures he recited gradually changed.

I don't know if it's Wen Chunxiang's delusion, he always feels that since this monk chanted the scriptures to him, his cultivation speed has become faster and faster. He could even feel that it would not be long before the phantom could condense!

Wow, the phantom is a shadow, are you still afraid that you can't turn into a human form?

Wen Chunxiang was pleasantly surprised and didn't fall asleep for several days.

Even the flowers stand proudly.

"Have you been happy lately?" The monk asked with a smile when he was watering Wen Chunxiang.

He didn't expect the pot of flowers to say anything, but he was full of joy when he saw that the flowers had been blooming for many days.

Wen Chunxiang couldn't hear even if he spoke, so he had to shake the leaves.

After shaking it, I regretted it a little.

What if this mortal treats it as a spirit?

After all, everyone has this hobby, and everything that they don't know about the unknown must be ruthlessly removed.

"If a guest comes, put away the petals. It's time to thank the peony flowers in winter. The monk replied lightly.

Cut, doesn't that mean you're too lonely?

I don't even have any friends, but I still have my brothers and sisters.

Wen Chunxiang said disdainfully in his heart, but he still shook the leaf to indicate that he knew.

The monk continued to chant the scriptures.

Wen Chunxiang has memorized the scriptures he read this time.

"The Buddha Says the Eight Great Enlightenment Sutras", for the disciples of the Buddha, often day and night, to the heart of the recitation, the eight great people feel:

"The first consciousness is that the world is impermanent, and the land is fragile; The four bitter emptiness, the five yin and the selfless...... Desire is bitter, life and death fatigue......" the monk read, and the sound of the beating wooden fish gradually slowed down.

Wen Chunxiang continued to read in his heart: "Less desire and no action, body and mind are at ease." ”

Less desire and inaction, body and mind are at ease.