A sea of flowers

Boundless, all over the sky are these red flowers, layered on top of each other, blooming, swaying, like red waves, rolling and roaring as if they were about to swallow her at any time, the flowers have a strange fragrance, and the fragrance is like the innate body fragrance on her body, cold and fresh.

The woman bent down and leaned over to look at it, and was taken aback, this was ...... The flower on the other side of the underworld.

Yes, this flower blooms so gorgeously, scorching like the morning glow, but there is no green leaf under the flower, and there is no leaf to see the flower, and the flowers on the other side of the Three Realms are afraid that there is no other flower with such characteristics. So where am I now? Looking around, there is nothing but flowers in the vast world. The woman couldn't help but ponder in front of the flowers......

The flowers on the other side have always bloomed at the intersection of the netherworld, illuminating the road of the Yellow Spring for the souls coming and going, known as the holy flower of the underworld, and even the world also spreads the saying that there is a Buddha world Bodhi on the other side of the underworld, but this is not the Yellow Spring, how can there be so many flowers on the other side?

"Sister. ”

It was the man's cold sigh......

"Did you really forget me?" the woman raised her head in astonishment, her voice was ethereal, but with an inexplicable sense of sadness, as if it was in extreme pain, and asked softly, as if questioning: "Sister, have you really forgotten me?"

For a while, the wind suddenly rose, rolling up the scattered petals, covering the sky like a red shower, but in an instant it became gentle, with a slight sense of fluttering, the petals lingered in the woman's hair, like an invisible hand caressing her cheeks. The woman only felt a flash of purple light in front of her, and saw a thin figure slowly coming from a distance, and when she tried her best to see his face clearly, there seemed to be a heavy fog in front of her, and she could only vaguely distinguish the outline, but she could not see it really in any way.

"Who are you?" the woman asked in a cold voice with her eyes down.

The purple-clothed figure did not pause, and still stepped on the flowers.

"Sister, how filthy the world is, how can you indulge in this hypocritical earthly world and linger?" The fragrance of flowers swept in, mixed with the man's ambiguous and vague voice, like a bewitching spell, word by word into her ears.

"Since you have forgotten him, what is there to be nostalgic for, come, come with me. A slender white hand reached out to her. With a bang, his mind suddenly became blurred, and there seemed to be thousands of voices in his head saying to himself, let's go, let's go with him, it's better to ...... Just go with him......

The woman slowly raised her hand and handed it to the hand that was stretched out to her, perhaps, she should have gone with him, but where should she go?

"If you are still entangled, this monarch will go to the underworld and destroy your primordial spirit!"

A low and cold voice suddenly sounded, like cold dew, without a trace of temperature, but it made the figure in the sea of flowers shake suddenly. The man in purple didn't seem to expect it, and stood there for a moment, then suddenly raised his head to the sky and laughed.

"Canaan, what qualifications do you have to dominate your sister, don't forget ......" The man said that his figure suddenly faded, dissipating in the sea of flowers like smoke, and only the last sentence slowly drifted with the wind: "Don't forget, it was you who caused my sister to fall into reincarnation." ”

The hand holding the woman's waist suddenly tightened, as if to remind him again and again, no matter what, it was he who lost her in the first place, his cold eyes sank, and the man did not reply, only maintained the same posture and stood in the sea of flowers. When the laughter faded away until it disappeared, the silver-haired man in white lowered his head, and the woman in his arms frowned slightly, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Canan raised his hand and slowly touched the woman's cheek, the tentacles were warm, yes, this is not an illusion, Le Yao...... I've finally found you.

"Who are you?" The woman in her arms had woken up at some point, staring at him with burning eyes, although her face was still a little pale, looking at that look, it was obvious that her sanity had regained her clarity, she stared at him and forgot about him, frowned, suddenly clenched her chest, squatted down in pain, but still asked word by word: "Tell me, who are you?"

Suddenly woke up from the dream, the room was dim, the moon had disappeared into the clouds for some time, the summer night, with a little cool chill, it was raining outside the window, the woman sat up from the bed, the chest was still clenched and the pain into the bone marrow, cold sweat dripped down the cheeks, that person, sure enough, dreamed of him again, white clothes and silver hair, faintly had a sense of déjà vu, who is he, so many years, every Midyear Festival must have the same dream, dreaming of the same person, the only difference is that the person in the dream in previous years did not speak, this year...... There seems to be something different, like something buried in the bottom of the heart struggling to break out of the air, the pain, spreading from the bottom of the heart, inch by inch into the skin, uncomfortable as if to suffocate, don't think, don't think about it......

A little chill spread through the curtains, there was a flash of spiritual light outside the heavy curtains, the woman keenly caught a strange breath approaching, that feeling was not human breath at all, at this time the room was dim, only the naked eye could not see what broke in, the woman's expression was cold, she felt out the saber from under the pillow and held it in her hand, opened the curtain with her left hand, turned over and got out of bed gently and skillfully, landed silently, her right hand crossed the air, the oil lamp on the sandalwood table suddenly turned on, the woman's figure flashed sharply, but in the blink of an eye, the saber with cold light was set up on the neck of the comer。

"Who is it?" the woman lowered her voice, and the hand holding the saber stepped in again.

"Girl, it's me. The visitor turned his head slightly, revealing a pale and bluish face.

"It turned out to be Xiaobai. Hearing the voice, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, retracted the saber under the pillow, and said with a smile: "What is Xiaobai doing here?"

The blue-faced ghost did not answer, but walked to the table and sat down, poured a cup of tea for himself, took a sip slowly, and then said unhurriedly: "After so many years, even if the girl refuses to call me Uncle Bai, she must not call me Xiaobai, I don't know how many years older than the girl." ”

"That being the case," said the woman, she moved a stool and sat down beside the ghost, pretending to be contemplative, "Then it is better to call you Lao Bai, which is both kind and not so bad as to lose your rank, what do you think?"

The ghost almost squirted out a mouthful of tea, but there was no way to take the woman, so he had to put down the teacup and said slowly: "The girl had been guided by the immortals in her early years, and now she has been going back and forth to the underworld for many years, and her spiritual power is even more comparable to me, and I really don't dare to take advantage of the girl in terms of age, but I have watched the girl grow up, and I have always cherished you as a daughter in my heart." ”

When the woman heard the ghost say this, she also looked concerned for a while, and said softly: "I know that you are good to me, so within the Three Realms, except for the two of them, the only one who can rely on you is you." It was as if I had fallen into a long memory, and even the light in my eyes became distant.

"In the past few hundred years, I have traveled back and forth to the underworld, leading the soul of the black and white monarch left in the mortal world to the underworld to die, and the underworld has exchanged it for spiritual power or rare treasures. ”

"That's nature," said the ghost, who said no more, fell silent again, and could only hear the sound of the rain crackling on the peach tree in the courtyard, and a few layers of dampness spilling through the curtain into the house.

"I came to inform the girl this time," after a long time, the ghost cha took the lead in opening his mouth, "because today is the Midyear Festival, the yin qi has increased greatly, and the few little ghosts guarding the door are new ghosts, and they can't resist it for a while, so they let go of a few wisps of souls, and ask the girl to pay more attention when attracting souls." In addition......"

The ghost cha raised his head and looked at the woman in embarrassment, but he wanted to speak and stopped, "Recently, the messenger disappeared in the underworld, and the king of the underworld sent a message, asking his subordinates to find out the whereabouts of the messenger in the world, but the messenger has always come and gone without a trace, I can't wait, I guess the messenger may have heard some rumors, come to the girl, and ask the girl to inform me as soon as possible when she has news." ”

Uncle Bai laughed. The woman smiled and glanced at him, "I don't know the Messenger of the Underworld, so how could he come to me?"

Hearing the woman's reply, the ghost rubbed her hands in embarrassment, glanced at the dark night outside the window, and said in a low voice: "The girl may not know, the girl looks ...... Like an old messenger, I fear that the messenger will mistake the girl. ”

The night wind suddenly blew open the window, mixed with the cold rain silk curtains and swept the curtains apart, and the candles on the table were clearly extinguished, reflecting the woman's pensive eyebrows.

"That's the case, Uncle Bai rest assured, if there is really news of the messenger, I should tell you. ”

"That's very good. The ghost said and stood up, "It's almost dawn, and it's inconvenient for me to stay longer, there is Miss Lao." As soon as he had finished speaking, the candlelight dimmed, and when it was lit again, the ghost was gone.

At this time, the sky outside the house has been bright, the light of dawn penetrates through the thin window paper, reflecting the woman's pale face, the sound of cars and horses passing by in the distance is accompanied by the knock on the door, and then squeak, the door was pushed open, Qingluan appeared at the door with a basin of water, the new morning sun was shining, the sun was projected from behind Qingluan, the little girl sighed in the backlight, hurriedly stepped into the door, put the basin on the table, and raised her hand to touch the woman's forehead.

"It's ok, it's not too hot. Qingluan said to herself, staring at the woman with a pair of big black and white eyes, full of doubts: "Miss, what's the matter, but I had that dream again last night?"

The woman was stunned for a long time, and then nodded slowly.

"Did the young lady ask who he was this time?" Qingluan said as he hung the curtain with a gold hook, and walked to the couch to make the bed for the young lady, and then came to freshen up the woman, seeing that the young lady didn't seem to have the intention of answering, Qingluan didn't ask more, only served her to wash her face, and took a peach wood comb to gently comb the woman's hair.

"Miss, it's strange today, there was a big business early in the morning, when I came in with water, I happened to see two very gorgeously dressed young ladies and sons are in the store looking at the valuable glass bracelet," Qingluan said while inserting a green jade hairpin for the woman, the hairpin is exquisite, and there are two small pearls hanging from the hairpin tail, which makes the woman's skin like congealed fat, and it is really a good jade with a beauty.

"Very good. After hearing this, Le Yao casually covered her veil and stood up, "Let me take a look." ”