There was a gray patch in the air, and a strange whimper seemed to be echoing in the ears, looking up at the sky, there was no object at all, but there was a bright light in this space. The ground is full of blood-red flowers, and there seems to be a gloomy aura floating on top of these flowers, giving people a feeling of extreme intoxication. Here, exactly, where is it?

Xiao Chao glanced around blankly, Xiao Chao remembered that because he was so focused on thinking about the rest of the things, he didn't notice that he had strayed into a space-time rift. The last thing Xiao Chao could do was just turn his head and warn Raven and Ulric. Because even Xiao Chao doesn't know where this fragment of the Shanhe Society map will take him. It is possible to directly travel to a corner of the Dead Realm, and it is more likely to appear in the magma deep underground, without knowing life and death, Xiao Chao has no need to let Ulric and the others act with him.

Because of this, there was only one thing that Xiao Chao had to do when he stepped into the rift of time and space, and that was to turn around and directly release a small barrier. This barrier is not lethal, but it is capable of stopping Yurick and Raven for a moment. All three of them were smart people, and they would all understand that Xiao Chao meant not to let them follow him by making this move. Obviously, it was Xiao Chao's last action that had an effect, and in this unknown space, Xiao Chao didn't see the three of Yuric, not even a single creature.

There was no sound in the whole space, only the faint sound of the wind blowing in my ears. I don't know if it's a special terrain that makes the wind sound like a whimper. Faint, miserable. I don't know what it represents. At the moment of entering this space, Xiao Chao could no longer feel the existence of the Shanhe Shejitu, that is to say, there was an extremely powerful power in this space. There are many fragments in the entire Shanhe Society map, among which the fragments that Xiao Chao did not get in his hands were suppressed by a powerful force, and it seems that this should be one of them.

Glancing around. There is no information about this space in the brain. At this time, Xiao Chao is like standing in a circle, although it seems that you can choose any direction, but in fact, you don't know which path to choose. Frowning slightly. Xiao Chao didn't choose to walk forward for the first time, but squatted down and carefully looked at the red flowers on the ground.

Hua Duo's eyes are extremely blood-red, and the flower bones in the heart of the flower are slowly opening. And the petals are slowly withering. This flower is so weird, the flowers bloom and the leaves fall, and the leaves fall and the flowers bloom. This is, Manju Sahua. Raising his head, Xiao Chao looked ahead, and all his eyes were blood-red, and if he looked closely, he would find that this area was completely covered by this flower. The red flowers covered the ground like blood. Manju Sawa also has a name, the flower of the other side.

Flowers bloom and leaves fall. The leaves fall and the flowers bloom, and although the petals and leaves are close at hand, they are also far away, and they can feel each other's existence, but they can't meet, they can't touch, and even hearing each other's voices is a luxury. They can only think of each other in their hearts, and then they are like a merry-go-round and constantly reincarnated, an eternal distance, but they can never be touched. It is a very sad flower.

The Dead World, the Underworld, the Netherworld, the Ghost World! Xiao Chao's eyes suddenly contracted, and he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him! The smoke was hazy in front of Xiao Chao's body, but Xiao Chao's turn around was extremely clear behind him! A river, just blocking Xiao Chao's back, is obviously a small river less than ten meters wide, but it gives people an insurmountable feeling! Xiao Chao saw that on the other side of the river, there were people, figures, cities, and even pedestrians. Although it was only separated by a river, it was like being separated by thousands of mountains, and the people over there turned a blind eye to Xiao Chao.

This river is also extremely strange, obviously it is just a small river, but there are three ways of flowing in the river, sometimes slow, sometimes ordinary, sometimes turbulent, just like a person's feelings, constantly changing. It is not clear from the shore how deep the river is, but it can only be seen that the river is constantly changing. There weren't any raised stones, but Xiao Chao could hear the lapping of the river.

The Three Ways River, the legendary boundary between life and death. After crossing the Santu River, he is a dead person, and the memories of the past are all previous lives, no matter how unwilling he is, no matter how unwilling he is, as long as he crosses the river, then a qiē has become a thing of the past. On both sides of the river are two worlds, and the people on this side of the river can't stop crying, calling for the dead souls, but the people on the other side of the river can only watch sadly. Shouting, can't be transmitted, crying, tears don't fall, pain, can't feel, love, and are far away. Between life and death, there is only a river, but there are two worlds, three rivers.

Legend has it that after a person dies, he first goes to the Ghost Gate Pass, and after the Ghost Gate Pass, he goes on a road called Huangquan Road. The road is full of large expanses of flowers on the other side, and from a distance, it looks like a carpet made of blood. Huangquan Road is known as the road of fire because of its red flowers.

The flower on the other side is a flower that blooms on Huangquan Road. Because the flowers and leaves bloom in two different seasons, the leaves cannot be seen when the flowers bloom, and the flowers cannot be seen when there are leaves. It is also the only scenery and color on this long Huangquan Road. And man walked on the guidance of this flower to the hell of the underworld.

We used to be the old spirits on the Sansheng Stone, accompanied by thousands of years, seeing all the world's dust, joys and sorrows, and the cycle of life and death. On that day, the Buddha said that you need to go into the red dust. I asked the Buddha about our marriage, and the Buddha closed his eyes, "There is only one side of the relationship in life." ”

I asked the Buddha: Looking back a thousand times in the past life in exchange for a passing in this life. A thousand times in the past life passed by, in exchange for an encounter in this life. A thousand encounters in the past life in exchange for an acquaintance in this life. A thousand acquaintances in the past life are exchanged for a acquaintance in this life. A thousand times of knowing each other in the past life, in exchange for a love in this life. But really? The Buddha smiled but did not speak.

I landed on the other side of the Lethe River, born on the bank of the Santu River. It's gloomy and bleak. There is only one bridge, and the old man on the bridge who guards a pot of soup every year. All sorts of people walked past me and onto the bridge. He drank the soup from the bowl and hurried down the bridge. When some people walked by, I would hear lingering whimpering, and I felt sorry for the promise of life and life, but the old man on the bridge didn't seem to hear anything, and still rode the soup as usual. Sent to the people on the bridge. After a long time, I realized that this bridge is called Nai He Bridge, this old man. Called Meng Po.

I asked Meng Po, what was the sound that sounded? Meng Po said that it was unforgettable love and unforgettable hatred. It is the most useless oath in the world.

Originally. The soup in Meng Po's bowl is called Meng Po soup, which can be forgotten in the past life, and those who go to the bridge will forget all the grievances and sorrows of this time...... Then wait for the next reincarnation.

I asked Meng Po if he would forget me too. Meng Po was silent. I asked Meng Po when I would bloom. Meng Po said that when it is time to bloom, it will bloom. I look forward to the flowers. Looking forward to blooming the most beautiful face, looking forward to seeing him once in a lifetime. Meng Po looked at me. Sigh, it's autumn again! I wondered.

So, I learned that the three days before and after the spring equinox are called the other side of spring, and the three days before and after the autumn equinox are called the other side of autumn, which is the day of going to the grave. When autumn first arrived, I was amazed to find that white flowers bloomed, like frost and snow, and covered the entire Santu riverbank. Meng Po said that with the flowers on the other side, this yellow spring is no longer lonely. Flowers on the other side? Is she talking about me? No, my name is Manjoo, not the other side.

Year after year, I bloom on time on the other side of each autumn, piece by piece. I never saw him coming. He came after all, and before I could bloom, he came in a hurry. Hurriedly walking past me, I desperately called him, Shahua! Sawah! He seemed to have lost his hearing completely, and he hurried by, so that I could not even touch the corner of his shirt. I cried. Meng Po said coldly, his name is not Shahua! No, he is my Shahua, the Shahua on the Sansheng Stone. When the tears could no longer flow, I began to fall silent.

Every autumn on the other side, I am still silently open, sending over the souls who come and go one by one. For a thousand years, I watched him hurry past me, without stopping or looking at me. In all these thousand years, he has never come when I am in full bloom. Another thousand years of time began in the beginning and fall, and then came to an end, and he changed his posture and walked up to the Nai He Bridge, and picked up Meng Po's soup. My tears flowed and flowed, my heart was broken and broken, and I called to him: Shahua, I am your Manzhu, don't you remember?!

Finally, on the other side of autumn, when I was blooming with white flowers, he came, covered in dust and haggard, and came to my side. I thought he would rush over again, and hurriedly drink the Meng Po soup that made him forget me more and more. However, as he walked past me, he slowed down and turned his head to look at me. Just that look, the dry tears in my heart gushed out like a spring; Just that look turns thousands of years of depression in my heart into tears; Just that look, all kinds of resentment are like clouds. On the other side of the autumn, I was exceptionally fresh.

Another thousand years of waiting, thousands of years of seeing each other once a year, every time he looked back, it made me crack a deep mark in my heart, and I ...... year after year. I don't remember how many millennia of encounters it was, and he suddenly stopped in front of me, muttering to himself, déjà vu, déjà vu ....... I was amazed that my heart was completely shattered, and the white flower turned red in that instant, like fire, like a flower, like blood....... He retreated to the bridge in fright, and Meng Po soup spilled ...... from the bowl in his trembling hand.

Since then, on the other side of autumn, the Lethe River is full of blood-colored flowers, dazzling, gorgeous and bewitching. He came again when the flowers were blooming, lingering and wandering around me, and at the moment he walked up to the bridge, he turned around and muttered in his mouth, Manzhu? Manju? I have no more tears. Meng Po let out a long sigh, this was the only sigh I had heard in the past 10,000 years.

At this point, people say that on the other side of autumn, on the bank of the Santu River in Lethe, there will be a kind of demonic blood-colored flowers, the fragrance of the flowers has magical power, can evoke people's memories of life, this flower, called the other side of the flower. Thousands of times of looking back, rubbing shoulders, meeting, acquaintance, acquaintance, the words of Buddhism have become a reality one by one, so I opened calmly, fell calmly, and calmly waited for love after a thousand years. Love came very calmly, but very shocking, he squatted down, kissed my face, and said softly, Manzhu, I will not forget you again, I want you to be by my side. I looked at him suddenly, didn't he remember that the Buddha said that we only meet once in a lifetime?

He looked at me with a smile, and calmly picked a flower and hid it in his sleeve and walked to the bridge, and I saw him smile and watch me slowly drink the soup. A strange smile flashed across Meng Po's face. The Buddha said that we have violated the will of Heaven and will never see each other forever. He was laughing, smiling comfortably. So he became the leaf on my stem, and the flower could bloom before the leaf fell, and the flower had fallen to the end.

He said that we don't want to see each other once in a lifetime, and we don't want to forget each other. This is our eternal and eternal companionship, no more separation, no more forgetting!

So, the Buddhist scriptures say: The flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined for life and death.

As a result, the flower has another name in the Buddhist language: Manju Sahua.

It's time to bloom to the Tulip flowers, and we will stay together at the Mengpo Bridge forever......

There is a faint fragrance in the air, and the smell breaks into the brain along the nostrils, making people think of the past. Think of the people in those memories, think of the things in those memories. Countless regrets slowly flow into people's hearts like a river, and gradually turn into a vast sea, out of control. Nostalgia and regret can devour people's hearts, making people decadent and unwilling to move forward. Blood slowly dripped down the corners of his mouth and fell on the bright red flowers on the other side, but the color of the blood couldn't hide the blood red. The fiery red of this flower on the other side turned out to be blood, and for whom is this blood shed?

The footsteps fell slowly, and many bright red changes were shattered by the trampling of Xiao Chao's feet. Xiao Chao's eyes were full of calm, and he walked forward step by step. If behind you is your own past, then move forward! Now the gods have fallen, the ghosts have transformed into the world, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the underworld has become empty! Xiao Chao wants to move forward step by step, crush this blood-red flower, break through this realm, and break through this sky! Even if he doesn't know what is in front of him, Xiao Chao will not retreat, because if he retreats, he will return to the past, the past that cannot be changed by anything. (To be continued......)