The poem says;

Mingxia is decorated with jade, and the mountain is heavy to Liaoyang.

To the blue sky to count flowers, nine hundred and ninety-nine hibiscus.

The vast land has become a vast one, and the crisp tone of the sound of beating the leaves through the forest has beaten the ethereal Zen sound of the fallen leaves and cloud wings, and the thousands of pine and beautiful rivers have made the waves roll up a long stream, pouring out a pool of lotus flowers in the "Thousand Peaks and Cuiying Lake".

The majestic "Thousand Cliff Peaks" of the five mountains splashed ink into an endless natural picture and flowed into the picture scroll. I rolled on the lotus canopy in the golden-rendered lotus pond and counted the nine hundred and ninety-nine hibiscus condensed flowers in the sky. Exquisitely clear into a cold lotus rain.

Not far from the Zen forest, there was a call from Senior Brother "Ling Mo" (a few plums in the corner, Ling Han opened it alone. I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance. I became a pseudo-sleeping membrane, secretly gaining insight into his approaching leisurely breath.

I was fascinated by a pair of fox eyes, and I saw a young man named "Ling Mo" "coming in the wind, desolate and green, ethereal, like a thousand trees blooming." The eyes are bright, the red lips are plump, gentle and affectionate, the colorful white shirt is slender, and the wind is a little lonely, which has disrupted the long river of years. "Life has no roots, floating like dust. Scattered and wind-by-wind, this is not the case. ）

He gently took me into his arms and pressed his warm cheek against my furry forehead. My golden fox fur trembled, dispelling the look of horror, and my eyes wandered in front of the endless, silent on his soft chest.

He took me through the mountains full of thousands of lotus flowers, and flew over the Zen forest of the five immortal barriers, the nine palaces and eight views, and the twelve thatched hermitages became meteors at my feet. It's like a sparkling gem. He and I experienced the whole season in one moment.

In spring, pear blossoms are all over the valley, and the mountains are full of flowers. In summer, the mountains are stacked with greenery, the pine waves are bursting, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and the trees are lush, as if a green waltz is being staged. Autumn under the blue sky and white clouds, everywhere is golden, touching the eyes are dyed frost and red leaves, and the sunset is flying rainbows. In winter, the snow waves are continuous. In the wind and snow, the pines and cypresses are more upright, and the mountains are particularly steep. Then land in the endless rain of pear blossoms.

I broke free of "Ling Mo's" hands, his affectionate eyes condensed into a ray of light, and the corners of his mouth rose in an elegant arc. I was immersed in the fragrance of "Ling Mo" and couldn't extricate myself, and a sharp silver light that swept across the sky startled my greedy heart, and "Ling Mo" called out softly "Master".

Take a closer look; "Just a glance, unforgettable, pacing, a white gauze body ethereal, flowing white hair three thousand feet, shining. The face is like a crown of jade and a glass shadow, and the straight people are frightened, and the quiet place is cold and outstanding, and it is blasphemy to look at it more. The black eyes are as deep as an ancient spring, and looking at the eyes, let the three thousand mortals know it. He muttered silently in his heart: "It turns out that this is the immortal who Ling Mo often recites from the dust?" (Jiang Tian is a color without fiber dust, and the lonely moon wheel in the sky is bright.) ）

I became a mischievous child, followed them, crossed the white pear blossom bush, licked two mouthfuls of the fierce water beside the mirror-clear water, and then went up to the white jade broken bridge leading to the 9,999-story ladder. I have no intention of getting out of the dust and Ling Mo's curling heart, I only want to appreciate the mountains and rivers, the beautiful scenery is natural, the higher I go, the more I yearn for it.

A thousand lotus mountains, nine hundred and ninety-nine, can be connected from end to end to become a white lotus swaying in the wind. The night is even more beautiful under the bright moon and starlight. Mountain peaks are mountain peaks after peaks, each of which resembles a lotus flower, like an endless natural picture.

As the poem says:

Fanyu rises in the sky, and the fragrant rock rings the blue spring. The void hall is clear and dewy, and the quiet ravine is silent.

The snail peak is green, and the pine is like a peak smoke. The temple takes the peak as the screen, and the mountain borrows the temple as the show.

I was fascinated by the beautiful scenery, I forgot the time, the sun had already sunk in the west, and we came to the fairy platform of the Thousand Lotus Mountains, with the stone statues of the eight immortals and the stone chessboard. Legend has it that there were immortals who flew in cranes and played games on the stage, hence the name.

We jumped on the immortal platform, climbed the mountain and looked into the distance, the peaks were in a thousand postures, the ancient pines towered to the sky and the wind and waves, the strange rocks were craggy and scattered, the ancient cave pagoda was full of clouds and smoke, and the lakes and mountains reflected each other. Legend has it that 90,000 years ago, in a celestial phenomenon of seven stars and the moon, the peak of the hemisphere was turned into a platform, and then it was built into an immortal platform. The cornerstone is carved with a chessboard, and the stone statues of the Eight Immortals and the Antarctic birthday star are placed around.

There is a square pedestal in the center of the immortal platform, the middle of the pedestal is a hollow circular abyss, the bottom is not visible, there is starlight constantly crossing, its concave and convex part, facing the sun, from a distance, is the natural formation of a strong halo of chiaroscuro. On weekdays, the "Bagua Map" is presented, and the full moon is a "astrolabe".

I was arranged by Ling Mo in a quiet place where I could watch the scenery, and this cause and effect without warning made me a little scared. I stared at Ling Mo, who seemed to be telling me with his bright and elegant eyes, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

I quietly looked up at the starry sky that had already set into night, and the sparkle was about to crumble. The evening breeze shook my golden fluff, and the moment the meteor pierced the night sky, everything seemed to change.

......

Ninety thousand years ago, the compass of fate began to turn into a mournful passing year, and I could faintly sense its presence. "Ling Mo" stood quietly beside me and waited, it was a familiar smell.

On August nights, the gentle wind disturbed my pure eyes, every bit of it was full of fireworks in the night sky, the elves in the galaxy seemed to be talking to me, and the rising full moon was particularly desolate.

On the Sendai of the Cloud Palace, you can vaguely see the body of the "dusty" who is not stained with frost, and the plain white robe swayed with the wind into a swaying phantom. His sideburns fluttered far down his waist. The cold is like the crystal tears that have been carried by the fierce winter wind when the snow is swept away.

Guided by fate, I jumped lightly into the center of the fairy platform, which can only accommodate one person's inch of land, and the moon is really bright and clean into a dazzling style, like a firefly, scattered leisurely into a river, pieced together into a beautiful "astrolabe". The entire sky is rendered in a sparkling way.

In the dazzling golden streamer, I was dragged to another world, looking for my own "life star" in the mysterious and brilliant galaxy.

......

As in the poem;

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

Take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king.

If you want to know what happens next, let's see the next breakdown.