"It's time...

A sigh came from the tree in the afterlife, and with the sound, the body of the tree began to change.

In the middle of the trunk, the tough bark seems to be suddenly propped up from the inside, first slowly floating a semicircular protrusion, which continues to advance forward, and then the dark green color becomes lighter and thinner, and gradually forms the appearance of a human face; The human face twisted slightly, and the bark was taut but could not stop its progress, and finally quietly broke at an extreme point; First the forehead poked out, and then below it, a pair of eyes condensed with thousands of stars jumped out, and the starlight flowed, and in an instant, the whole tree became agile.

The curved branches also seemed to be infected by agility, and the sinuous hanging branches fell suddenly, but at the moment of coming out, they formed strong arms, and the open arms trembled slightly, and the solid chest stood up.

This is a peerless and handsome young man, dressed in a dark green robe, lonely and proud; He was silent for a moment, the corners of his robe fluttering, and he lifted his legs out of the tree.

The surface of the tree healed silently the moment he detached, as if nothing had happened.

The young man walked slowly, all the ghosts along the way were fluttering, and on the other side of the river, the green leaves were happy, as if to welcome his arrival:

He is the leaf messenger of the flower on the other side - Mandala Hua.

With his left hand, he pulls out a turbid current from the river, and with his right hand, he directs this turbid current to rush and hover in the rocks where the flowers are rooted, and when the concentration reaches a certain level, he presses lightly with both hands:

"Go!"

The turbidity current then disappeared into the rocks, and after a few moments, the green leaves seemed to be full, and became thicker and greener.

Mandala Hua then sat down cross-legged and looked at the flower in front of him:

This is a very peculiar flower, which grows a solitary stem in the rock, the stem is not green, but white and transparent, and it is even more empty under the reflection of the phosphorus fire in the dim space of the afterlife; Around the flower stem, is the green leaf that has just been fed, the green leaf is not attached to the flower stem, but like the flower stem deep in the rock, the leaf body stretches from the inside to the outside, the stem is encircled, the end of the stem, the membrane flap is enchanting and expanding, the bright red, as if the blood that has just been thrown out of the heart, half to the reincarnated soul, half is the struggle against fate!

Mandala Hua stared at the flowers, he always thought that the leaves in his jurisdiction had been surrounding the petals, and the petals were struggling, and the so-called charm was a slight trembling after exhaustion.

Why? He asked, empathetic, and couldn't help but feel sorry.

The origin of the flower on the other side is like an immortal secret, even if he is the messenger of the flowers and leaves of the underworld, he has not heard of it, he only knows: between the leaves and the flowers, there is an immortal soul, the soul is arrogant and weird, and it needs to be suppressed by the mana of the heavens and the underworld.

He was not the first generation of Ye Envoys, but he didn't know anything about whether he had an predecessor or not, and who his predecessor was, and even the Yan Monarchs of the Underworld Palace never mentioned it.

He was pondering when footsteps came from behind him, and a coquettish voice shouted:

"Brother Luo Hua, it's been 500 years, haven't you seen enough of these flowers?"

He didn't need to look back to know that this was Xue Qin, the daughter of the master of the Tenth Hall Yan Jun of the Afterlife Space.

A wave of disgust swept over him, and he put a black scarf around his neck and stood up to dodge aside. Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, a sharp pain hit him in his chest and abdomen, and he couldn't help but hum softly.

Xue Qin's almost crazy and embarrassed face immediately appeared in front of him:

"I don't understand, every time you see me, you wear a black scarf, are you so stingy to let me see you?"

Mandala Hua didn't answer, and even simply closed his eyes, Xue Qin sneered:

"Today I want to see what has become of your face that has been hidden for 500 years!"

As he spoke, his five fingers were as sharp as blades, grabbing towards Mandala Hua's face, Mandala Hua's heart and lungs were charged, and he couldn't dodge for a while, so he could only lean back on the spot, always taking a step slower, Xue Qin's black nails cut through his face, and a drop of blood splashed out, but it flew to the other side of the flowers, and the blood beads scattered in mid-air, and a white trace jumped hard, all of which were sucked into his mouth.

Xue Qin continued to press, the five fingers recycled and attacked again, the mandala Hua had no way to hide, the black scarf had been grabbed by Xue Qin in her hand, she was about to lift it, and suddenly a pressure was exerted, and it was difficult to raise her arm:

"Stop!"

With a shout, Xue Jun, the son of the Ten Palaces Yan Jun, appeared instantly, he grabbed Xue Qin's wrist and shook it, Xue Qin let go, but he was still not angry:

"Brother! It was he who humiliated me first. ”

Before he finished speaking, he was scolded by Xue Jun:

"The space of the afterlife, it is not worth it, you are not allowed to enter, this is the rule of the underworld, have you forgotten?"

Xue Qin was about to argue, but Xue Jun waved his hand and then closed her voice, and with a flick of the sleeves of his robe, he sent her out of the space.

Xue Jun sighed lightly, and then walked towards the mandala Hua, fingering everywhere, unlocking his sealed meridians.

"Well, I'm sorry, Xue Qin was rude first, I hope you don't mind."

Mandala Hua was silent, and Xue Jun patted him on the shoulder:

"The whereabouts of your father's soul seem to be a bit eyebrow-raising, I'll take you to see it in a few days."

Mandala Hua was shocked, and couldn't help but tremble:

"Really? This, this, thank you! ”

Xue Jun smiled and disappeared from invisibility.

Mandala Hua took off the face towel, suddenly felt something strange on his face, reached out and touched it, a trace of residual blood made him puzzled, he looked around, and then looked down and carefully observed the other side for a while, and found that there was nothing abnormal, so he relaxed a little. Looking at the distorted and deformed spiritual root of the space, he couldn't forgive, let alone forget: how he was coerced in!

At the end of the 12 hours, he went back into the trees.

......

......

In the cool realm, the Buddha is meditating with his eyes closed, and the little water lily has been cultivated into a young girl day and night, with the chanting of the disciples, babbling and smiling like a flower.

Suddenly, the wind chimes rang under the linden tree, and the girl giggled and went out, but there was no trace of her, and she did not come back, still standing under the tree and waving into the distance:

"Returning, bittersweet and happy"

The child's voice was sincere, stirring the Buddha's heart, the Buddha opened his eyes again, but said with tears in his eyes:

"So it is, so it is! Fate gathers and scatters, is there no end? ”

Then the flowers flicked, the flowers bloomed and fell, and in the snap of her fingers, the girl had become a cardamom girl, dressed in red, standing under the linden tree, looking back blankly, thoughtful:

Why is this scene so familiar?

The Buddha sighed:

"Manzhu Sahua, the origin follows the fate. Go ahead! ”

The girl didn't linger, as if she was thinking about something in her heart, and hurried away.

The Buddha held the Bodhi branch in his hand, looking at the past,

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha horn floated closer, looking back, it was the Venerable Gaya, the Buddha asked:

"Are you here to see her off too?"

Venerable Gaya replied with a smile:

"No, I'm here to greet him!"

The Buddha was relieved, and also:

"Amitabha!"