After Pangu the Great opened the world, I don't know how many generations and centuries have passed.

The god of water and the god of fire fought together, fought for several days, and the team was defeated.

The co-workers were extremely angry, so they were angry and knocked down the mountain that held up the sky. As a result, the heavens tilted to the northwest and the earth fell to the southeast. There were many holes in the sky and many cracks in the earth. The water of the heavenly river pours down from the loopholes, and the fire gushes out from the cracks, which is the so-called "soup soup flood square cut, vast mountains and Xiangling", the disaster between heaven and earth is deep, and all things do not exist in one.

Nuwa, the Mother of Heavenly Sage, then descended to the other world to save the common people. She picked red, yellow, blue, white, and black boulders from the coast of the South China Sea, and lit the reeds on the top of the first mountain to make up for the sky. The water of the heavenly river poured too much from the loopholes, it was the black dragon who went crazy and caused evil, so she sent the gods of the sky to capture it, and the fire gushed out of the cracks, and it was the golden-winged bird that fanned the wind and lit the fire, so she asked the Buddha of the West Heaven to capture it and take it to the Lingshan Mountain to be imprisoned. She also saw that after King Kun controlled the water, there was still a torrent between heaven and earth, causing the lives to be ruined, and the people were not able to make a living, so she ordered Dayu to use the Dinghai God Needle to introduce the flood into the Eight Desolations and Liuhe.

Through the unremitting efforts of Our Lady of Nuwa, the lofty space has finally been repaired, the four pillars supporting the sky have also been stabilized, the black dragons, birds, and beasts that threaten the survival of all kinds of creatures in the other world have also been subdued, and beautiful and flourishing trees, flowers, and all things have grown on the earth.

Since then, the heavens have been opened to the Son, the earth has been opened to the ugly, life has been born in the Yin, the heavens and the earth have been reconciled, and all things have been born.

However, it was said that Nuwa had collected 36,581 five-colored boulders from the coast of the South China Sea, smelted them to make up for the sky, and only one piece was left unused and abandoned on the first mountain.

Later, Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor quarried this stone on the top of the first mountain and cast it into a sword. When the Xuanyuan Divine Sword was baked, there was still a surplus of raw materials, and due to the high temperature, the casting raw materials that were still fluid spontaneously flowed to the bottom of the furnace, and after cooling, they formed a knife shape. The emperor's spontaneous sword intent is too strong to counter the knife wielder. The emperor was afraid that this knife would fall into the world, and wanted to destroy it with the Xuanyuan sword, but the knife turned into a red cloud magpie in his hand, and disappeared into the clouds with a red color. Later, the emperor feared that Minghong would "dominate the guests", so he sealed the memory of this knife.

Later generations recorded in the "Cave Banquet Record": "Emperor Wu Jieminghong's knife, in order to give Dongfang Shuo, the knife is three feet long, Shuo said: This knife Yellow Emperor picks the copper of the first mountain, the male has flown away, the female still exists, the emperor is afraid that people will get this knife, want to sell it, the knife turns into a magpie from his hand, and the red flies to the clouds." ”

Ming Hong knife, ancient famous knife. The knife is three feet long, and according to legend, this knife was later held by a mysterious person in the demon world, and the rest of the information is not recorded.

After ancient times, I don't know how many generations and decades have passed, and the Lingtai Thatched Cottage on Qinggeng Mountain is as vague as ever in the misty clouds and mist, and it is separated from the Heavenly Court Divine Realm and the Human Realm by an unrelated distance.

In the morning bell and dusk drum of the day, is the mantra of the old man chanting the scriptures.

The square inch hall of the thatched cottage of the Lingtai is built on the mountain, and the building of the civil structure is not majestic, but it is very solemn. There is a Sanskrit incense on the ruthless furnace in front of the hall, bathed in a quiet mantra, and the incense mist curls.

Standing on the lonely and ruthless furnace, listening to the sermons of the old man every day, bathed in the quiet proverbs, unconsciously and unconsciously penetrated the principles of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and had the supreme perception and spirit of man or god. He listened to the mantra every day, bathed in the quiet Sanskrit singing, quietly looked up at the solemn square inch hall, counted the green tiles on the eaves, day after day, did not feel anything bad, nor did he feel any happiness or unhappiness, so, I don't know how many generations and centuries have passed!

There is a spider web under the green eaves on the door of the main hall, and when the long wind passes, it will move with the wind, and the spider on the web will slowly follow the silk knot to patrol back and forth. A cyan moth danced its wings in the light long wind, bathed in the cool sunlight on the Qinggeng Mountain, and also bathed in the quiet Sanskrit singing, dancing, very happy. In the square inch hall, the green lamp in front of the seat is swaying, and the wick is burning itself quietly on the glass cup filled with ghee, which is peaceful.

It's all very quiet, very inactive, just like that, I don't know how many lifetimes and decades have passed.

Another early September is coming.

One night, there was no moon or stars, the night sky was cloudy, dark and boundless, and a mountain rain was coming.

A crow flapped its wings in panic, quacked, stumbled into the square inch hall, hid in the girder, curled up, and shivered.

A cyan moth flew lonely in the night sky outside the main hall, occasionally turned back, and saw the blue lamp in the main hall, the red flame danced in the dark and boundless night, very beautiful and brilliant, but also very warm. The cyan moth fell in love with the warmth of the green lantern at once, and couldn't help but want to take a closer look at the flame of the green lantern and really embrace the warmth of the lamp. She stumbled and flew towards the flames, with an inexplicable joy in her heart!

She used all her strength to fly towards the flames, getting closer and closer, and was about to fly over the green eaves of the solemn hall and into the main hall,...... Yes, the joy in her heart is just to embrace the warmth of the flames. She was about to fly through the gate of the main hall, and suddenly, she felt a moment, and she could no longer fly forward, even a little more—she was trapped in the spider's web.

She struggled in the cobwebs with all her might, and perhaps, her struggles were all in vain. Across a door, and a distance not far away, the moth was trapped in the net, looking at the green lantern of the hall, the green lantern was swaying, flashing with warm and beautiful light, and the heart was desperate and desolate!

As the webs shook, a white spider slowly crawled towards it...... As the wind passed, a drop of crystal dew fell between the spider and the moth, hanging on the spider's silk, crumbling.

A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating the world of living beings in an instant.

The night of the river of forgetfulness, sparkling.

The green lotus in the middle of the Wuwu River in the middle of the mountainside stretches out its buds, and the fragrance bursts, in the golden light, blooms the jade-white petals, showing the beautiful color, like a beautiful woman descending into the world.

On this night at the beginning of September, there is no moon and no stars, only this moment of lightning, electric light, in the refreshing fragrance, Fanxiang stood lonely on the ruthless furnace outside the main hall, and saw the green lotus in the middle of the water, in the surrounding many pink lotus flowers, slim and elegant, shallow smile, a moment of low eyebrows, delicate and infinite, in the breeze, like a cyan butterfly, in the cool incense mist, stretched the flowers and leaves, quiet and beautiful, people are in a trance for a moment, helpless.

At that moment, the proverbs that he remembered every day disappeared from Fanxiang's mind, or rather, as often said in the mantra, color is emptiness, which was completely reversed by the beauty of that green lotus, and he turned it upside down for her, yes, all beings are like me, and I am all beings.

On this not beautiful night, the swaying posture of the green lotus, like a shallow smile in the pear vortex, made Fanxiang happy for no reason, silly smile, like a child. In the illusion, he seemed to see a person he once knew so well, like the person he had rubbed shoulders with in his previous life, so the corner of his heart that had been frozen for 5,000 years began to feel warm, soft, and when he was gently touched, there was some pain, and then, he seemed to suddenly feel that he was once happy, no longer happy!

Then he had a yearning to get closer to the lotus in the middle of the water, even if only a little closer. Fan Xiang burned herself hard, letting the wisps of incense spread to Qinglian, wanting to give her ,—— his most affectionate hug.

In the main hall, the old man who was meditating on the futon suddenly opened his eyes slightly, shed a tear, and said softly, "Bad fate!"

Fan Xiang didn't understand these two words and asked, "What is bad fate?"

The old man looked at Fanxiang lovingly, stroked the incense mist of Fanxiang, and said, "How much love is left in the world, welcome the thousand changes of the floating world, and have lovers, do happy things!"

Fan Xiang looked at the green lotus from afar, the almost static river of forgetting worries, clear and clear, without ripples. The lotus bloomed quietly in the middle of the water, and it was beautiful.

In an instant, Fan Xiang felt something like water flowing out of his eyes, flowing through his mouth, salty, is this what people call tears? He felt pain in his heart, but there was inexplicable joy, yes, even once in his life, let him fall in love with her, forget himself for her, do not ask for results, do not ask for hand-holding, do not ask for her, do not ask for her, do not ask for her, do not ask her to fall in love with him, just ask for him, in the most beautiful years, let him, meet her—— even if it is his own fate!

The original intention does not change, it is not so much an obsession as a belief!

The old man looked at him lovingly, and said that life in the world is a kind of cultivation, and only after seeing through the red dust can he be enlightened.

It's fate??