Two days later, under the guidance of the guide, the investigation team headed to the temple deep in the mountain.

Because Juanzi had already taken up her post at the village school, she did not go with us even if she officially quit the inspection team. Li Lili borrowed Bakken's shotgun, not without pride. said that with this thing at the bottom, even Weihu Mountain dared to break alone. Professor Luo followed the guide and asked him what the temple was like. The guide's name is Najie, less than forty years old, it is said that he is the person who goes to the temple the most in the village, and he is very familiar with the way to the temple. Na Jie's inquiry to Professor Luo just said lightly, a temple is a temple, what else can it be? After asking again, Na Jie turned his head and stopped answering Professor Luo's words. Professor Luo felt bored, so he didn't ask any more.

Seeing Najie's attitude towards Professor Luo's inquiry about the temple, he suddenly remembered what Doler said that outsiders should not say to enter the temple, even if they are close. I wondered why the archmage and the tribal leader would make an exception for everyone to move forward? Even if they think I have something to do with the tribe, why did they let the whole expedition team go with them? I vaguely felt that something was wrong in my heart, but I couldn't say what was wrong.

As soon as he got on the road, Najie told everyone that this road was not easy to walk. He told everyone to follow him and not to walk around, otherwise, they might be in danger at any time.

Najie's words, everyone only took his caution, and no one took it seriously.

When it was almost noon, everyone walked to the sea of flowers.

I've heard Dob talk about the sea of flowers, which are colorful and vibrant, and because of the different flowering periods, the flowers will change to a new color every short period of time. Therefore, whenever you come to the sea of flowers, you can smell a completely different fragrance of flowers.

The sea of flowers is located in a hidden ditch, and the area is not small. A small river runs through the sea of flowers, and the river water nurtures this flower field. From a distance, the mountains in the distance are shrouded in clouds and mist, and the dark peaks appear and disappear from time to time, as if the ink is blue, and it is like the scenery outside the world. The clouds and mist surrounding the mountain are like a white hada fluttering in the air. It is a place of idyllic beauty that cannot be described in words. It's hard to imagine that such a beautiful place could be hidden in the depths of this valley floor.

At this time, it is the season when the azaleas are in full bloom, and all the azaleas in the sea of flowers are blooming, and the petals of the azaleas are pink, magenta, orange-yellow, lavender, yellow with red, red with white, and white with green, which are ever-changing. The momentum is extremely vast and magnificent.

Ignoring Najie's greeting, our group walked into the flowers on the side of the road one by one. Among the flowers, azaleas come in many colors. Some wear heavy makeup, some are light, some have bright lips and teeth, and some are fragrant. They have their own style and demeanor. The purple and red petals of the azalea are layered on top of each other, rippling in circles. Smell carefully, and there is a faint fragrance in the heart, which makes people intoxicated.

Old Gray first broke into this flowery world, turned back to the old cannon who followed behind her, and said, "There are so many azaleas, they have a posture one by one. Look at this one, it's beautiful. Look at that one, it's also beautiful. I suddenly felt like I was dancing among the flowers as if I were a rhododendron. Old Ash closed her eyes as she spoke, and looked as if she was already dancing, and her dancing was so light and graceful......

At this time, the old cannon said loudly: "Hold the two branches in your hand, and if you look closely, it doesn't seem to be in the world." This thing in the flower is like Shih Tzu, and the hibiscus and peony are all mothers-in-law" "Looking back at the peach season, they are colorless, and the hibiscus is not a flower. ”

I know that Lao Pao is talking about a poem taken from the famous poet Bai Juyi about cuckoos. Looking at the appearance of these two people, it looks like a couple.

Li Lili waved the mineral water bottle in his hand and said to Lao Pao, a pot of wine among the flowers, drunk in the arms of a beauty, is indeed a great joy in life.

I laughed, pointed to the mineral water bottle that Li Lili was waving, and said, "Are you wine?" ”

Lao Cannon also smiled and said, "As long as there is affection, whatever you drink is wine." ”

Li Lili waved the mineral water bottle in his hand again, and said, "This is real liquor, zero-degree liquor." ”

At this time, Ah Mei also walked into a flower bush and said, "Although the vitality of azaleas is not so tenacious, it is precisely because of its delicate loveliness that people are nostalgic." The soft fragrance makes people intoxicated, and makes people intoxicated by the beauty and fragrance of flowers. ”

I turned my head and saw Ah Mei looking at the clump of purple-red azaleas in front of me, and I don't know if she was talking to everyone, or to the clump of fuchsia azaleas, or if she was talking to herself.

I looked forward in the direction where Ah Mei was standing. Under the long sky, there is a long hillside. On the slopes of the hill are one tree after another of fiery rhododendrons. The clusters of red flowers are like flames of fire. And this little flame spread all over the hillside, and it was as if the whole hillside was covered by a burning glow on the horizon.

I said, "There is a legend that there was a woman named Cuckoo who had a lover who traveled far away. She spent her days and nights on the hillside in front of her door waiting for her lover to return. After a long time, the lover never returned, and the woman turned into a bird, calling her lover day and night on the hillside until she cried blood. And the blood from the bird's cry grew into blood-colored flowers on the hillside. Later, people called this bird the cuckoo bird, and this blood-colored flower called the azalea. ”

Since that day of unhappiness, I haven't spoken a word to my sister, and now I take this opportunity to finally open my mouth to my sister.

Ah Mei said, "I know, this is the famous story of the cuckoo's blood." Saying that, Ah Mei thoughtfully, "Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered Cangyang Gyatso's poem: Some things in the world may be secret combinations, and some things may be revelations. I use all the roads in the world to go backwards, just to meet you in this life. In my previous life, I had already left room for a long time. I sat under the Bodhi tree, silent, only a dream distance between you and me. ”

I said, "This is an era when lovers are married, and the tragedy of Changyang Gyatso and Maggie Ami, the cuckoo's cry of blood will never happen again." ”

Ah Mei smiled and said, "Maybe I'm a little sensitive, I'm just thinking, why do great loves end in a tragic way?" Is there only such a way to prove the greatness of love? Is there really no other way to prove the greatness of love? If possible, I would like to find another way to prove the greatness of love. ”

As he was talking, there was a sudden exclamation from the old gray.