Let's say that Li Mengran and Zhu Dachang, after listening to Zhang Jingwen's narration, began to chatter halfway through.

"What if they all die?" Zhu Dachang went on to say:

"Don't be a liar to that old gardener, if you live, let him sell it, and we will be in vain."

Li Mengran also said casually: "Even so, I also think it's better to be careful." ”

Zhang Jingwen smiled: "A 92-year-old man, who has no desires and no desires, will also deceive people? I don't believe it, you are also dizzy by fame and fortune. ”

Zhu Dachang: "Mengran, you have the skill of looking at the eyes, but also go and look at the old man's gaze." ”

The three of them went to the flower greenhouse.

Li Mengran's eyes really lit up: "This is simply a fairyland on earth, the flowers bloom layer by layer, one by one, colorful, like a sea of flowers." ”

When they got to the inner room and sat down, they heard the old man giving Liu Changfa a lecture on health preservation.

The old man said, "Your mother's illness is easy to cure." ”

"All diseases are born in the heart, and all realms are born in the heart, and the way of health preservation is to nourish the heart."

"The best health care is not to eat expensive health products, nor to drink wolfberries in a thermos cup, but to keep your heart from hurting and learn to nourish your heart."

Zhang Jingwen: "Liu Changfa, it's too much of a loss for me to go out, you are here alone, and you have the truth." ”

She said to the old man again: "Grandpa, how can you raise this heart?" ”

Zhang Jingwen wrote the word "nourishing the heart" on the paper again.

The old man smiled: "It's not difficult, you should focus on what you like, distracting yourself from other things is an indirect waste of time and energy." ”

"When you concentrate on what you love to do, it may not produce results for a long time, and you can't even see the future, but as you walk, the flowers bloom."

"If you're distracted from other things, your energy will be distracted from other things, and the longer it will take you to do what you love, the harder it will be to do what you love."

Zhu Dachang spoke again and said with a smile:

"Old man, old man, you can concentrate on one thing, and you have nothing else to do all day! Where are we? I still have to study homework, do homework, take exams, go to college, get married and have children, and make money to support my family in the future. ”

Zhang Jingwen said with a smile: "Zhu Dachang, the old man's ears are covered, and he can't hear your long words." ”

The old man seemed to understand what Zhu Dachang meant, and said with a smile: "Young man, if you don't experience some sophistication, of course it is difficult to figure out the truth. ”

Li Mengran looked at the old man carefully, and felt that the old man's eyes were indeed like water, and he was also relieved of his heart.

Zhang Jingwen saw that everyone had no objections, so she took out her treasure gourd and handed it to the old man.

The old man took the gourd and was astonished.

Zhang Jingwen asked in surprise, "Grandpa, do you recognize this thing?" ”

The old man took the treasure gourd, looked at it for a long time, and said:

"Sure enough, I didn't think that I, a dying person, could plant this flower again, and it would not be in vain for me to live this life."

Next, the old man talked about what happened, and several people suddenly realized.

It turned out that the old man's surname was Wang Fucheng, and he had studied since he was a child, and then because of his poor family background, he dropped out of school at home, and went to the mountains every day to herd sheep and cut grass, so he also saw a lot of flowers and plants.

Later, the old man began to make a living by growing flowers and grasses, because many rich people pretended to be elegant and liked to make some flowers and plants to decorate, which also made him live a worry-free life.

Wang Fucheng also often goes up the mountain to pick some strange flowers and plants, and often meets the monk Lingtong Master of the temple on the mountain, and the Lingtong Master also likes to go up the mountain to pick flowers and plants.

After going back and forth, the two are quite familiar.

One day, the two of them were wandering around the top of the mountain and happened to see a plant that they had never seen before, and the flowers were very beautiful.

Usually the petals of the flower are 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, and 21, but this flower has 10 petals, which is the same as the human hand index.

What's even more peculiar is that the petals of this flower will vibrate and make a beautiful sound, which is intoxicating and dreamlike.

The monk was named after his Dharma name, called the Spiritual Energy Flower.

The monk loves it, and the selfishness is too heavy, not to be distinguished, so he will dig with a shovel, Wang Fucheng has always regarded flowers and plants as life, such a strange grass, but also more compassionate, digging to death, is not a pity.

stepped forward to stop it, but it caused a quarrel.

The monk moved this strange flower to the backyard of the temple, and barely produced a few flower seeds back then, so it died in the temple.

The following year, Master Lingtong planted a few flower seeds, but they did not survive.

The monk also regretted it very much, so he asked Wang Fucheng to talk about it.

Wang Fucheng took out the small gourd he made by himself, and suggested that the remaining flower seeds should be put into it, which could be preserved for thirty years and immortal.

Waiting for those who are destined in the future can plant this flower again.

Later, the monk became the abbot, and the temple became a place for him to make a fortune.

The abbot sold the gourd to a merchant for a million dollars, and the gourd was never heard from again.

Who knew that thirty years later, this treasure gourd appeared here again, which really made people feel a lot of emotion.

Then the old man asked, "How did you get this gourd?"

Zhang Jingwen said while gesturing, and the old man was also plausible.

Zhu Dachang was also impatient and said, "Old man, just tell me how to grow these flower seeds." ”

The old man was silent for a long time, and then said, "I will sit beside this flower seed every day and cultivate it carefully until it blossoms and bears fruit, even if it wastes my canopy full of flowers and plants." ”

Zhu Dachang: "So, what will be the use of this flower?" ”

Old man: "This is a thousand-year-old spiritual flower, it cannot be extinct, if there is no such flower in the world, it is unknown if there is a disaster for mankind." ”

"Moreover, this flower can nourish people's hearts and alleviate their suffering, and if so, it will also be the work of eternity."

Zhang Jingwen did not hesitate to hand over the treasure gourd to its real owner, and they were in a good mood for a while, and under the leadership of the old man, they watched it in this flower shed.

Seeing the room full of flowers, Li Mengran was interested for a while, and said with a smile: "Only the flowers are not red for ten days, and there is no spring breeze here." ”

Zhang Jingwen was not to be outdone, thought about it, and then followed the next sentence with a smile: "Wait until the millennium spirit flowers bloom, and compete with thousands of flowers for favor." ”

Liu Changfa clapped his hands and praised: "Good poetry, I didn't expect that there would be poets in my wait." ”

The old man was also happy for a while, and said, "You can each pick a pot of flowers in my shed, but you can't regret it after picking it." ”

Zhu Dachang was also interested, picking and choosing, and still picked a pot of fortune trees.

Liu Changfa searched for a long time and picked a pot of bergamot.

Li Mengran also spent a long time picking a pot of worry-forgetting grass.

After all, Zhang Jingwen knew a little better, and she searched all over the house, and finally picked a pot of Juliet roses, and asked the old man, "Can you give me this flower?" ”

The old man smiled and said, "You are still an expert, this flower is just right for you!" ”

The four of them were happy, and each hugged the flower pot he picked out of the flower shed.

Zhu Dachang shouted happily: "Great, I have my own fortune tree." ”

Zhang Jingwen smiled and said, "Do you know how expensive my flower is?" ”

Zhu Dachang: "What's the use of being precious, you can't make a fortune." ”

Zhang Jingwen: "You know a fart, my flower, 5 million yuan a flower." ”

Everyone was stunned!