When the time had come, Jevic had taken me to a mountain where all the people he had slaughtered were piled up, and which now seemed sacred and tragic.

One by one, the mandala bloomed in an instant, and the crimson color spread all over the mountain. Jevic slashed his palm with the dagger he carried, and he dripped the blood that flowed from it onto a mandala flower, which became more and more delicate. He planted the flower and handed it to me. The fragrance of the flowers was seductive, and I closed my eyes, and the memories of my past life flooded into my mind.

Under the Bodhi tree, the Buddha was preaching, and Xiao Shahua, dressed in white, stood up, folded his hands, and respectfully asked the Buddha:

"Lord Buddha, my Buddha is compassionate, but all sentient beings are suffering, so why don't you save sentient beings? The disciple asked to go to the Yellow Spring to guide the ghosts, help them forget the things they had done in their lives, make an end to everything in the past, reincarnate again, and start over. ”

Xiao Luohua, who was dressed in red, also stood up,

"The disciple asked to go to Huangquan with Sha Hua."

The Buddha nodded and said to the disciples:

"Mandala Hua and Manzhu Sawa are two of the four flowers under the Bodhi tree, after thousands of years of baptism in Buddhist scriptures, I have the heart of the Buddha, cultivate the human form, and even have the roots of wisdom. Now the two of them ask to go to Huangquan to save sentient beings, and when they are overcome, they will return to Bodhi. ”

"The disciple obeys."

The young Manju Sawa and Mandala Vara had a firm tone and a steady gait, leaving only the Bodhi Tree with its back.

They are blooming on Huangquan Road, leading the way, and I don't know how much time has passed.

However, there are times when the flowers bloom. Manju Sawa and Mandala Hua are the flowers of Buddhism, the flowers bloom for a thousand years, and the leaves are Mao for a thousand years. While they were thanking for the flowers, a woman walked along the Huangquan Road, built a Zhuangzi at the end of the road, and built a shed in front of the Zhuangzi, and she collected the tears of the world and boiled them into soup. After drinking her soup, you can forget the past. She is Meng Po.

Meng Po, who is also, there are many legends in the world, but she never remembers the past, nor does she think about the future, so no one knows who she is. How did she come to the end of this Huangquan Road, but next to the bridge, she didn't say, and no one asked, everyone has their own story, can't ask.

When the manju sawa and the mandala withered, Meng Po poured them with the tears left by the world, and after that, the tears of the world were half watering the flowers and half boiling the soup. Even though the flowers are grateful, they have been leafy for a thousand years and continue to lead the way for ghosts.

But one day, a ghost walked across Huangquan Road and came to Meng Po Village, but Meng Po Zhuang did not have his Meng Po soup, because he never shed tears. And before the Manju Sawa flower blooms, it cannot make him forget the past.

The man sat on the side of the road in Yellow Springs, waiting for the flowers to bloom.

Until the Manzhu sawa blooms, however, the fragrance of the flowers still can't make the person forget the past.

Manju Sawa anxiously asked Meng Po:

"Meng Po, what's wrong with him? He can't forget the events of his life, so he can't cross the bridge, but how is it good. ”

"He had an injury that the healer had died, and it was called a primordial wound. People who have suffered this kind of injury have no tears, because they have learned to be strong since childhood, and they can only be strong. Such a person has a firm mind, and the fragrance of your flowers cannot make him forget the past. ”

Meng Po paused and said,

"People like him can't forget the past, but the bridge can't bear the weight, and if he insists on crossing the river, he will fall into the Lechuan River, and he will never be able to live forever."

Manju Sawa forgot about the Lethe River in front of her, she used to think that the color of the river was very beautiful, but now when she looked closely, she found that the river was filled with endless sadness.

Meng Po saw that there was something more in Manzhu Sahua's eyes, and she was no longer the transparent child she had at the beginning, so she sighed, very helpless. She patted Manju Sawa on the shoulder and said:

"Everything in the world has a cause and effect, and if you find the cause, you can remove the effect. In fact, before you and Luo Hua came to Huangquan Road, the world came to the afterlife world with cause and effect, either lost in Huangquan Road, or the cause and effect were too heavy, and they were tortured in Naihe Bridge. What's more, like that man, he can't cross the bridge, or he falls directly into the Lethe River. You've helped a lot of people, and a lot of people have suffered a lot of endless torture because you've been less, so you don't have to dwell on it. ”

Manju Sahua shook her head, how did she mind, she thought that she had helped many people, she thought that she had saved all sentient beings, and she felt that she had been slapped in the face by God.

"Meng Po, with you on Huangquan Road, you don't need me anymore. I plan to travel to the human realm to find a cure for my original wounds. ”

Meng Po knew that Manju Sawa had grown up.

"I know you have a big wish, so you can cut it."

At this time, a red-clothed mandala Hua came over with an old monk, who was none other than the strange man in the Buddha realm, Du Kang. Du Kang is a Buddhist monk, but he is accompanied by winemaking. He doesn't drink alcohol, but he makes the world's wine.

"Stinky Shahua, you're going to leave me again? Without me, you would have forgotten who you were in your reincarnation, how could you find a way to heal your original wounds? I'll go with you. ”

Mandala Hua pretended to be angry, his tone was full of helplessness, only he knew that he was voluntary. Manzhu Sawa smiled and nodded, remembering that when they left Bodhi for Huangquan, Luo Hua was also so unabandoned.

"Girl, run away when you see the master?"

Du Kang also followed Luo Hua's appearance and pretended to be angry and asked.

Manju Sawa immediately smiled obediently and said:

"Master, how dare the apprentice, isn't this a salute to the master?"

After speaking, he bowed respectfully to Du Kang, and Du Kang laughed. At the beginning of the Buddhist world, he always felt that Manzhu Sawa could be made, and Manzhu Sawa also felt that Du Kang was not as old-fashioned as other old monks, so he followed him to learn winemaking, and the master and apprentice had similar temperaments.

However, Manzhu Sawa left Bodhi and came to Huangquan Road without saying a word, and Du Kang was also very angry and did not want to come to see him, but seeing that Manzhu Sawa was determined and helped many people, Du Kang was a little angry. I thought that Manzhu Sawa would stay on Huangquan Road all the time, but I didn't expect this guy to toss again. But when he saw the resoluteness in Manzhu Sahua's eyes, he knew that it was useless to say more, who made her his apprentice? I can only help her.

"Girl, brew the strongest liquor, it can relieve your worries."

"Thank you, Master."

Manzhu Sawa and Mandala Hua bowed to Du Kang and Meng Po Yingying, and then took up the Meng Po soup, and Manzhu Sawa said to the people sitting on the side of Huangquan Road:

"Wait for me, and when I return, I will heal your wounds."

Then the two drank the Meng Po soup and walked onto the Nai He Bridge. They didn't know that there was a wisp of soul that crept into the center of Mandala Hua's eyebrows, and the person on the side of Huangquan Road was missing.

The person on the side of Huangquan Road, surnamed Win, has a single name and a political character. So, he and Yin Van Vasilyevich, the story is strikingly similar, and the people are also strikingly similar.