Chapter 190: A Flash in the Pan, Just for Veda (1)
Fan Li took advantage of the idea of appreciating the flowers to get rid of the two singers around him.
When Mo Yu saw him like that, he felt a little cute, so he ordered the singer to leave, leaving Jiang Xu on the side, and listened to the story about epiphany.
"It is rumored that this epiphany was originally a flower god, well, that is, the kind that cultivates to become an immortal, at that time she bloomed every day, and the four seasons are like this."
As Mo Yu spoke, he secretly thought in his heart about whether people in this era could understand such a story.
But if you think about it, modern people advocate atheism without taboos, and the more ancient people believe in ghosts and gods, the more they should believe in this kind of mythological story.
"There was a young mortal man who lived near the god of flowers, and every day he would water the epiphany on time, and over time, the god of flowers actually fell in love with this man, and the man also fell in love with her after discovering the true nature of the god of flowers."
"And the gods can't be contaminated with love, this matter was known by the Jade Emperor was very angry, and he was about to demote the god of flowers to the mortal world, becoming an epiphany that can only bloom for one moment a year."
Speaking of which, the myths and stories of this period are dominated by the witch clan and the demon clan.
The Emperor of Heaven is the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
The word "Jade Emperor" was obviously a little unfamiliar, and everyone showed a confused expression.
Bai Dan sighed when he heard this, and asked urgently, "What happened to that man?" ”
Mo Yu looked at his expectant face, and said unhurriedly: "This man was sent by the Jade Emperor to Vulture Mountain to become a monk and given the name Wei Tuo, and he followed the Buddha to devote himself to the Buddha and forget the fate of the earth. Many years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Veda has gradually achieved success in Buddhism, and he has really forgotten the god of flowers. ”
Hearing this, Jiang Xu on the side frowned slightly, and whispered to Mo Yu: "This man is too affectionate!" ”
In the tone, there was a slight sense of resentment.
Mo Yu smiled and waved his hand, motioning for him to continue listening.
"The flower god who was relegated to the mortal world, but he can't forget the young man who once took care of him and loved her. When she heard that Vedor was on Vulture Mountain, she went to hide under the mountain and secretly observed. After a long wait, she discovered a pattern: every year in late spring, Veda would come down the mountain to collect morning dew for the Buddha to use for sencha. So the god of flowers waited there, and when Veda came down the mountain, the epiphany bloomed all the essence that had been gathered for a whole year. The blooming epiphany hoped that Vedore would notice her, that he would look at her, that he would remember her again. ”
Mo Yu was a little thirsty, so he stopped to drink and moisten his throat.
Bai Dan sighed on the side: "Alas! One is amorous, the other is ruthless, does this Wei Tuo remember this god of flowers? ”
Mo Yu shook his head: "Every year at a fixed time, Wei Tuo will take a fixed route down the mountain to collect morning dew, and the epiphany will bloom silently in front of him year after year. But this situation went on for a long, long time, and another thousand years passed, and the god of flowers was never remembered. ”
"Until one day, a thin man walked by Epiphany, and when he saw the melancholy and lonely appearance of the flower god, he asked her why she was sad?"
The god of flowers looked up and looked at the man with a look of amazement. Because ordinary mortals can only see a white bud that has not yet opened, and they can't see the true body of the flower god. Only immortals should be able to see through their true bodies. And Da Luo Jin Immortal has a golden light on his head, and this man is obviously just a mortal, how can he see his true body. ”
Bai Dan sighed: "For so many years, has only one man seen the god of flowers?" The god of flowers must be lonely. ”
Mo Yu glanced at Bai Dan, seeing that he looked lonely, and could think of some small details that others would not think about, it could be seen that he was actually a sentimental man.
The god of flowers didn't care about the man. Tell him that no one can help him. So, year after year, Vedic still went down the mountain every year to collect dew, and the god of flowers relentlessly repeated the annual bloom, but the two people were like two parallel lines, which could never intersect. ”
Bai Dan listened very attentively, and when he saw Mo Yu pause, he hurriedly asked, "Then what happened?" ”