---- White Mandala ---

No matter how dark the sky is, no matter how cruel fate is, all kinds of tricks, taking away everything, leaving me with nothing

All, but not a child's heart. Even if in this life, I don't have much time left, so in the next life, let me be reincarnated as a Bandar King, dominate the green forest, and dominate the Celestial Empire!

Give me the opportunity to change the world!

——Ukitake, "Starry Sky Epitaph"

On the plain, the ginkgo biloba leaves are yellow, and with the wind, one, two, three or four fall.

The Buddha was wearing a big red monk's robe, lying lazily by the white grass river, and five or six red pottery wine pots were thrown on the river. After seven or eight minutes of drunkenness, the Buddha suddenly sat up and began to play with the mud. He built a kiln, pinched nine sunflowers to wash, and when they were burned out of azure, he could exchange them for a lot of wine. The Buddha looked down at his hands and yawned: "These ten fingers, how amazing!"

In the Paradise, the novices were busy harvesting white mandalas and wring out the flower juice to cure the Black Death.

"Brother Guanyue is awesome! This flower of death can actually save people! Only Brother Guanyue can think of it in the world!"

Shattered face adoration. She was standing next to a pig cart, collecting mandala flowers from the little novice and loading them onto the pig cart. The white mandala flower, highly poisonous, is also known as the flower of death. This alias, perhaps because of its whiteness, or perhaps because of its poison. "Using mandala flowers to cure diseases is simply fighting for your life with death, how dangerous!"

"So I don't take it directly, just use a little poisonous juice from the flower to acupuncture acupuncture points. ”

Shichiro's face is covered with half a sycamore leaf. He tried the poison with his body, and finally stole the elixir of the gods, but he ruined half of his face, this fairy face, I am afraid that it will not be cured. There are always gains and losses in human affairs.

"Brother Guanyue, will the scar on your face really be good?"

"Don't worry, I can cure 300,000 people of the Black Death. Actually, he was just comforting her.

"Uh-huh! Nothing is difficult for my brother who watches the moon!"

"Reserve a little more flower juice, and the mandala flowers will wither as soon as the frost falls. Later treatment also requires a large number of mandala flowers. ”

Counted the bamboo baskets filled with flowers: "Brother Guanyue, there are ten baskets, is it enough for 300,000 refugees?"

"Enough. ”

"Brother Guanyue, do you think this dandelion looks good?"

The big one was picked in pieces, and the moon viewing Qilang was about to blow it away, when he sighed under his feet, removed his feet, and looked at it, it turned out to be a small chestnut. Crushed hurriedly picked it up, smiling like a sunflower: "This wild little chestnut is the sweetest." I'll tell everyone to pick it up, and we'll have chestnut rice to eat at night!"

She left her brother who watched the moon and ran as fast as she could, and the dandelions flew up behind her. Guanyue Shichiro sighed: "My dandelion!"