In an instant, the clouds and mist dispersed, and the originally steep cliff was filled with a sea of flowers. In the sea of flowers, a white butterfly is dancing.

I have never seen such a huge butterfly, the largest butterfly in the Yellow Spring is only the size of my palm, and this one in front of me is as huge as a goshawk!

It flapped its pure white wings, flew over and landed a little bit of crystal. The flowers also seemed to be shocked by this beauty, and they offered their colorful petals to dance with the white butterflies.

More and more petals gather towards the white butterfly, gradually gathering into a sphere, wrapping the white butterfly layer by layer in a protective posture.

Suddenly, snow fell in the air, as if the heavens were praising this wonderful spectacle.

After a while, the petal ball bloomed with dazzling white light, and it exploded with a "bang", and a flower rain fell on thousands of petals. In the rain of flowers, a woman in white is slim.

I couldn't help but cover my mouth, afraid that I would ruin this beauty by screaming out loud. I saw that although the face of the woman in the white dress was immature, the outline of the bewitching ghost Ji Meng Po was already faintly visible.

At this moment, my eyebrows tingled, and in the blink of an eye, a phantom of a golden book and a brush with a glass-colored barrel appeared in front of me.

As if I was obsessed, I slowly held the brush and wrote in the golden book: "In the three hundred and sixty-seventh year of the divine calendar, Fuling Mountain, a sea of thousands of flowers gave birth to pure white butterfly spirits, and snow fell from the sky to celebrate its birthday. Butterfly Spirit's self-named name is Xi. ”

When I stopped writing, the scenery of heaven and earth changed, and I was already standing in the middle of the city, and standing next to me was a floating life with a mysterious smile on his face.

The book that had been a phantom fell without warning, and I subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but it was the rough paper pages, but the cold brush had disappeared without a trace.

I held "Floating Life" in my arms and asked, "What's going on, should you explain it to me?" ”

Fusheng said: "This is not a place to talk, it is better to find a quieter place, and the poor monks will come with the donor one by one." ”

I looked at the bustling city, nodded, stretched out my hand to the roof of a beautiful building not far away, and said, "Let's go there, it's quieter." "Anyway, I didn't care about Fusheng's reaction, so I turned a corner and walked down the alley, otherwise it would be strange if I suddenly climbed onto the roof of someone else's house in such a crowded place, and no one would kill me with my eyes!

In the alley, I pinched a trick and dodged to the rooftop. I sat down slowly, touched the tiles with my hand, and said softly, "The things in this place are so exquisite, even the tiles are much smoother than those in the Yellow Spring, and I have never seen such dark red tiles in the Yellow Spring." ”

I didn't care if Fusheng heard it or not, and continued: "Stinky monk, Sister Meng Po said that a monk like you has the most important etiquette, and you have never done such a thing as climbing the roof. But I used to often find Sister Meng Po on the broken roof of Hades Lao'er, and it was because of your appearance that I lost Sister Meng Po, you say, why did you appear? ”

"Amitabha, the flower benefactor, even if the poor monk does not appear, someone else will appear. Meng Xi's fate will come sooner or later. The smile on his face was narrowed, and his eyes were as calm as an ancient well, but at that moment, I felt the deep sorrow in him, and this sorrow disappeared in the next moment, as if I had felt it was an illusion before.

Floating life, floating life, how many secrets did you bring into my world?