The poem says;

A pillow of Huaxu's dream can't come true. The jade mash is fragrant and fragrant. The long day and the shadow of the flower pass through the pond pavilion,

The snow lotus arm cold parrot is more timid, and the Lingge is frequently frightened. The rain on Pak Ping Chau is beginning to clear.

Ten miles away, under the lilac smoke tent, there seem to be countless mysteries, hugging countless blurred pasts. The young man rode a horse and sang about wine, which doomed him to meet her for the first time.

"Yuehua, have you heard of the flower on the other side?" (Every year and tonight, "Yuehua" is like practice, and it is thousands of miles long.) ）

"I've never heard of it!"

"Then why are you here?"

"Manju Sawa who guards the land of the Buddha!"

The flowers on the other side were too red, and as the young man splashed into clusters of bright red bays, they dyed the frost-white soul on the other side of winter, like the fragrance of water, sucking the blood of the spirit. The east wind baptized pieces of it, swaying into a rather evil demonic elf. It is the most beautiful flower that blooms in the Netherworld. (The Nether Stream, often compared to hell, is actually a border between the mortal and demonic realms.) It's red and dazzling, red and blurry, red and intoxicating, red into wisps of sad tiredness. Unconsciously, it spread in the air and turned into quicksand.

The two young men, dragonflies in the wind, seem to be ink marks dripping into the five-color pool. Slowly bit by bit, galloping in the depths of the sea of flowers on the other side of the ten miles, one before and one behind, hidden in it, one bright and one dark, one real and one virtual, just like the splashed clouds rendered after the rain and the sunny day, the ethereal whirlwind, is a rainbow outside the sky.

"Manzhu hurry up, ("Manzhu" leads to three lives on the other side, and Bodhi is not a tree to provoke mortal dust.) A cut of the ghost of the autumn water god is the most ruthless and moving. The winter solstice is coming, so don't delay. "The young man in white rode on the back of a red horse, and the horse's hooves were as white as snow, and his name was called;" Treading snow". (Walk in pieces, melt the snow.) ）

The young man, like flowing clouds, like frost and snow, hair like green ink, fluttering with the wind like a neon dress, that is a lingering figure left in the wind and sand of the passing years. It was also a drop of heart rain unscrewed by the white clouds, a song broken in the dust.

"Don't worry, it's still early!" He is a young man in red who is beautiful to the bones, on the back of a frost-white "running night" horse, his long drape swaying in the wind, which is a rare beauty in the Three Realms. Makes people intoxicated with their voices.

"Let's hurry!" The young man in white, non-stop, ethereal and elegant voice messed up in the whirlpool of the air into an echo of the long empty valley. Let the people who are lost in the abyss of fog find a long-lost direction.

The young man in red, his cheeks are like snow, the red placket is surrounded by the wind and snow into waves, and the beautiful collarbone under the collar looms. Unhurriedly following behind, like a child snuggled behind the strong, a carefree idle son.

"Yuehua, have you heard, there is a flower messenger from Shahua, I heard that it is a stunning beauty, we will wait for a while at the junction of the other side of spring and the other side of winter, and we will be able to see it." The sound fluttered in the wind, scattered.

"Spring is rippling." The white-clothed Yuehua confided in a calm tone, looking at the vast expanse ahead. There was inevitably a sudden feeling in my heart.

"Who said it, I just want to take a look, and besides, I haven't seen Shahua for a long time." The corners of Manzhu's mouth showed a childlike smile, and she threw a glance at Yuehua, as if she was hiding something.

"What's so nice about a woman." Yuehua Road.

"Haven't you seen it! Have you seen it? Manju pleaded.

"I haven't seen it." Yuehua is still so peaceful.

"You, the young master of Penglai Pavilion, one of the five disciples who sat down at night, and a closed disciple, a beautiful man in the Three Realms with thirty appearances, has never seen a woman, sad, sad."

"Shizun has never accepted female disciples, how could I have seen it. Haven't you ever seen this "Three Realms Peerless"? Yuehua said leisurely.

"I haven't seen it, and it's not surprising. My family is just two brothers, and we were born in this place. Flower messengers like you have changed countless times. As he spoke, he glanced at Yuehua and smiled evilly, and said softly; But you're the most beautiful and the one I like the most! ”

Yuehua snorted softly; "You and I liked me when we first met, you were too reserved, right?

Manju smiled heartily and said; "It is rumored that Yuehuajun has a cold face and few words, but now that I look at it, the rumors cannot be fully believed!" The evil smile on the corner of Manzhu's mouth is the ice and snow in the sky that cannot be melted, cold and mysterious, sometimes bright and moving, sometimes gloomy and elusive.

Yuehua looked at the head, thinking that I am indeed a cold-faced and quiet-talking person on weekdays, why did I see him today, but there were many more words than usual, and I also felt stunned in my heart, I didn't know why, and I didn't pursue it, I asked first to understand; When I think about it for a long time, I say leisurely; "It is rumored in the mortal world that Manzhu Sawa was originally brought by a monk named "Nameless"? I wonder if this is true or not? ”

Manju frowned, thought for a moment and restrained a lot of smiles, and replied in a serious way; "What he said is true", the words did not fall, but he looked at the distant ahead, slightly locked, meaningful, and slightly closed his eyes, sighing and sighing. It seems that there are many things in my heart, the iron horse glacier, that is the past that touches the painful place, and it is difficult to write a book in just a few words,

Yuehua was puzzled, but did not delve into it, although she didn't know Manzhu's hidden pain, but she instantly understood that his absurdity was to hide the most untouchable weakness in his heart.

Manshu's face was heavy for a moment, but then he instantly turned to joy, and smiled; "I know what you're thinking," he said, glancing at Yuehua as he spoke; "Want to know? Take a look with me to the other side of the spring, and I'll tell you! He walked away as he spoke. This is a rare heroic look in his daughter-like look. Yuehua became more and more puzzled in her heart, I don't know why Manzhu wants to go to the other side of the spring, rumors from the Three Realms, Manzhu, although she seems to be debauched but not a womanizer, can't this rumor be believed?

After a short time, the two teenagers have arrived at the junction of the other side of spring and the other side of winter, standing on the other side of winter, looking at the other side of spring, the white plants are like elves that have abandoned all dust, white, like frost, and melt with a gentle pinch. There is not a trace of filth. It makes people feel pure. The two of them reined in the horse, and Manzhu gently inhaled a breath of fresh air, "It's still good, you Penglai, there are too many rules." Yuehua leaned sideways towards Manzhu, but her eyes never fell on his face, and she said leisurely;" Is it? You haven't been there, how do you know, is it a rumor? ”

Manju smiled slightly; "Every year in the middle of winter, snow-capped, you wear a white dress at night, a flat boat, a green lamp, the picture is really beautiful, but, ten miles on the other side, no one all year round, although accompanied by a sea of flowers, after all, desolate, only the chessboard accompanies you, a solution to boredom. It's just that I don't know when it started, it was a one-person endgame, but it took two people to complete it. Now you're here ......" Speaking of this, Manju shook her head lightly and smiled lightly, her mood indescribable.

Only then did Yuehua suddenly realize that the strange person who had never met but played with him night and night was actually Manzhu. Now I finally understand why seeing Manjoo is like a confidant. Manzhu smiled, pushed the hair floating on his chest behind him with his hand, and continued; "I am glad you are coming!" As she spoke, Manzhu reached out and patted Yuehua's shoulder, and the two looked at each other and smiled, relieved.

Yuehua continued; "I wonder how you know that I'm the one playing against you?"

Manju took a deep breath and smiled; "I remember one day, I was waiting for you here, and when I saw that you had not gone for a long time, I broke a flower on the other side, followed the breath you had left, and unconsciously walked to Penglai, because of the barrier. You can't get close. Knowing that you can't, I will return. The aura on your body now is the same as it was then, not a single point less, but it is still very strong. I knew it was you. I couldn't help but rejoice in my heart,"

Yuehua nodded, thinking secretly in her heart. No wonder, rumors from the Three Realms say that Manzhu is not a bohemian person, and now he likes to joke so much, I think it is because he has known me for a long time. Now that I have seen him, I have spoken a lot more than before, and I guess that's why I have seen him. Then he let out a sigh of relief. When I looked at Manzhu again, I saw that his eyes were closed, but he seemed to be very concentrated, and I suddenly heard him say; "Yuehua, the time has come, they are coming! Do you feel it? ”

Yuehua closed her eyes, only to feel that there seemed to be two different breaths on the side from far and near, spreading and flowing, one was like a breeze blowing on the face, fresh and refined, like a lotus flower raised by Penglai, refreshing and spleen, one was like a spring water clear, transparent and clear, not stained with dust, although colorless and tasteless, but pervasive, fascinating. I couldn't help but feel a while in my heart, so I opened my eyes and looked around, but I didn't see a half-human figure, only to see the blue moon in the sky, shining brightly. Whispered; "I've seen it, it's time to go." Yuehua urged, still not changing the warmth and elegance of the past.

Manzhu Road; "Yuehua, wait a minute, wait for that girl to get closer, let's take a closer look!" Yuehua looked at Manzhu and looked fixedly in that direction, it was a long-awaited look, in fact, he didn't want to look at the girl, he just missed his younger brother who he hadn't seen for many years and had been separated since he was a child.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the younger brother who was born with him has never met. But the telepathy of each other is something that no one can understand. He knew he was coming, even if no one could see him because of the time and space gap. But throwing can sense each other's breath, it's enough!

Yuehua turned the horse's head, and she was about to leave. But the hazy woman who looked at flowers in the fog passed by the young Yuehua at the moment when she was about to ride away. looming, when you want to take a closer look, it is even more vague and hazy. In the heart of the young Yuehua, an unaware lotus flower was derived.

It was a girl wearing a lake-blue robe, with a slight melancholy in her deep eyes, just like the smoke and rain in June in the south of the Yangtze River, which was really distressing. The corners of her clothes swayed with the wind with the loneliness and sorrow of the passing years. The pink face was slightly sad and lonely, sitting on the back of a horse that was almost glass-like transparent in the moonlight, loosely and easily holding his hair in a bun, fluttering with a blurred look, and the phantom appeared a sparkling and ethereal appearance. If it weren't for this young man's induction, I would have thought it was a dream.

The young Yuehua's footsteps were slightly hesitant, and his heart was concentrating, although he couldn't see it, he could detect the shallow breath of the girl, as clear as the hollow valley orchid. In this way, the two of them, in two time and space, exploded ripples from the bottom of their hearts at the moment when their eyes met, and they were destined to write countless and endless sorrows with her in the slow years to come. Maybe he knows, maybe he doesn't know, this is a fate that only belongs to them, sometimes he tries to escape, tries to hide, but he doesn't dare to face it calmly.

In fact, people are like this, the more they care, the more distant they are. And show up when you need the other person the most.

The picture is frozen into an eternal picture because of the gaze of a second, even if the past is like smoke, the wind is light, and the dust in time is destined to cast this shallow watercolor with a layer of mist that is unwilling to be erased. But it is able to hide it in the deepest part of the soul. Occasionally, after many years of time and time, when the scene is touched, I will recall the past years and smile lightly. It's just that "three thousand flashy dreams, a pillow is finally clear." "Relieved, relieved.

Manzhu looked at Yuehua with a smile, "How is it, it can be called peerless." ”

"Far worse than you." Yuehua still continued to walk forward, this is like enough of his temperament, he never looked back, that very disdainful of nostalgia, even if it is lonely and sad, but it will still leave a trace of warmth in this imprisoned fortress, and continue to sing.

"Compared to me, I'm one of the best in the Three Realms, of course, it must be when you're not by my side." Manzhu's tone changed from smug to lonely, and from lonely to happy, and continued; "But that girl is a good match for you!"

"Falsehood! How can the color ring be opened? Yuehua's serious tone was still tepid. Manzhu looked at him and didn't say anything for a while, just followed behind and snickered secretly, saying; "If you Yuehuajun are duplicitous, the truth is not as good as one!" As he spoke, he sped up the speed of the horse's hooves, and the two of them walked quietly forward in the world where there were no horseshoe in the world where the flowers on the other side were gone, and the stamens under their feet turned from white to red, rendering the boundless sky. Manju continued; "I said, how did you do that?" Yuehua looked at Manzhu, looked up and down, and didn't speak, only felt a cold wind blowing, and the yellow sand covered the sky.

"When I die, you will be me", suddenly I heard an ethereal and ethereal tone in the distance, mixed with the dim wind and dust, messy and confined. It was long and long, but the words were very clear, Yuehua suddenly asked; "What did you say?"

Manzhu was stunned for a moment and said; "I didn't speak?" But at the moment when the words fell, a person seemed to be rolled up in the yellow sand, with the moon, riding the wind, Yuehua was about to ride a horse, trying to rescue that person from the wind, but was stopped by Manzhu, Yuehua looked at him, his eyes were firm, his expression was indifferent, and he said in a deep voice; "That's the realm of death, if you go in, you can't get out!"

In the melodious sound of Manzhu, the yellow sand was flying, the wind and clouds were rolling, the lightning was thundering, the rain was pouring down, and the two people who were killed were already unable to move forward and get out. Yuehua turned over and dismounted, folded her hands, chanted the Buddha's name in her mouth, and stood in the wind, solid as a rock, and never wavered. Suddenly, he heard a strange sound in the back of his head, so he quickly turned around, the general scene in front of him made him frightened and frightened, his eyes tightened for a while, Manzhu saw Yuehua's solemn expression, and knew that something was wrong, followed the direction of Yuehua's gaze, looked back, and showed a ghostly look. The two of them got off the horse and the horse, and at this moment of turning around, there was a woman in white behind him. When the woman saw that she had been discovered, she seemed to be frightened, and stood there as if she had done something bad, helpless. Seeing this situation, the woman in white has always been there, but the two of them have never noticed it, thinking about it, everything that happened, this woman has seen it in her eyes one by one. Manzhu turned the horse's head and instantly pulled the illusionized Mo Evil Sword out of its scabbard. and he will stab at the woman in white.

Yuehua had already sensed Manzhu's fierce evil energy, tending to exert internal force, disturbing the robe in front of her, and a white silk came out of the cuffs, hooking Manzhu's Mo Evil Sword like a long snake. This move was dexterous, almost at the moment when the blade was unsheathed, and at the same time hooked the sharp blade, and asked sharply; "What are you going to do?"

Manzhu's murderous aura was fully revealed, the pair of Danfeng eyes in the past, the charming and elegant emotion was completely gone, and he lowered his voice and said; "Eight hundred miles of Yellow Spring, there is no soul, if you let her go back, I am afraid that there will be more trouble, and you and I will never recover!" Manzhu's tone was ghostly and evil, as if he had changed someone. Yuehua suddenly remembered that it was rumored that the Mo Evil Sword was unsheathed, and it would be necessary to drink blood, and it seemed that this Mo Evil Sword had already been integrated with Manzhu. This Mo Evil Sword is an ancient artifact, and it has long been immortal, and now that the human sword is one, I never thought that Manzhu's cultivation had reached such a point. sighed in my heart, something bad happened.

Just when Yuehua was thinking about it, Manzhu had already escaped from the horse's back, like a stream of red sand, fluttering away. When Yuehua reacted, it was too late, and she said in a lost voice; "Kill her, and you and I will never recover!" I saw Manzhu stabbed out with a sword, and the building was empty. Yuehua's eyes widened, and just when she was in a thrilling situation, the woman disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Manzhu put away his sword, seemed to know something, turned around and grabbed Yuehua's clothes and was about to leave, Yuehua said; "Eight hundred miles of yellow sand, where can you go?"

Manju replied while pulling Yuehua forward in a hurry, saying; "The woman just now is not extraordinary, it may be that she broke into the Yellow Spring by mistake, now she has woken up from the nightmare, and most of the things in the dream will be forgotten, today the blue moon is in the sky, and there will be a catastrophe in the Yellow Spring in the future, and the most important thing now is to avoid this wind and sand first."

Yuehua Road; "On the other side of the 800 miles, there is no trace, no village, how to avoid the wind and sand?"

Manju Express; "Whew! How can you Penglai have a broken enchantment, and we can't have a windproof tunnel in Huangquan! Yuehua was speechless by what he said. had to be dragged around by him. I don't know how much effort passed, and I stopped in one place.

Yuehua raised her head and exclaimed; "Anitabha, I never thought that the Yellow Spring has been a quiet and elegant place!" Suddenly there is a quiet bamboo, lush, fresh ancient house, flowing water in front of the door, just in this barren desert is already a miracle, just a green lamp, dim and weird, asked; "Where is this?"

"Now you have passed the flowers on the other side, in the underworld, on the Huangquan Road, past the Sansheng Stone, after seeing the Lethe River, and when you reach the Naihe Bridge, you are about to enter the Hades." Manju whispered.

Yuehua asked busily; "Why are you here?"

Manju said helplessly; "Take shelter from the wind!" There was an evil charm between his eyebrows and eyes, and he said; "You, a monk, are now the body of an arhat, are you still afraid of entering the underworld?" As he spoke, he pushed Yuehua into a residence. Yuehua only felt that it was dark, suddenly the lights were dim, the room was bright, and when she saw half of the naked women lying on the bed, when she saw Yuehua, she instantly came up to her body, hugged Yuehua in her arms, and said coquettishly; "Monk!"

Yuehua shouted at Manzhu, but Manzhu said loudly outside the door; "Yuehuajun, whether the gale can stop depends on your Taoism?"

"What?" Yuehua raised her voice, and the door was locked.

Poetry;

Nirvana is in love with demons, and it is like a dream.

Only the rest of his life dances the sun and the moon, and the white horse sings through the gap and the wind.

Predict what will happen next, and see how it will be broken down next time.