Among the human race, the cultivation of powerful people was gradually born, and in the endless conquest, the human race finally became the master of this continent.

That green lotus has been standing there for hundreds of millions of years, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, hot and cold, she has always bloomed, showing her most beautiful side to the world.

Jiang Wei clearly felt that she already had her own soul, that is, she had nurtured life.

Until one day, on the central mountain, there were bursts of demonic wind, fierce and like a blade, and began to destroy a qiē in this mountain.

The delicate lotus flower was obviously unable to resist this qiē, she could only watch the violent storm in the distance continue to sweep the flowers and plants beside the waterhole, and she knew that maybe in the next second, she would also wither with the demon wind.

At this moment, a young man with a basket on his back, in order to avoid Dafeng, hurriedly hid in a distant mountain corner, this young man is a medicine picker, black hair and black eyes, dignified appearance, especially the sunny smile at the corner of his mouth, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Hiding in the corner, looking at the Qiqi around him who was ruthlessly destroyed by the demon wind, his face showed a trace of deep regret, and suddenly, his eyes focused on the blue lotus in front of him, and the green lotus that bloomed faintly.

The demon wind blew, the lotus leaves shattered, and the green lotus was also ruthlessly hung down, seeing that the green lotus was about to be destroyed under the demon wind, at this moment, the young man rushed over, the strong and powerful hand, the blue lotus flower that he caught, forcefully carried her into his arms, and quickly ran to the corner on the side, avoiding the raging demon wind.

In the gap between the mountains and rocks, the young man looked at the blue lotus flower in his hand, and his face was full of happy smiles.

"Qinglian, Qinglian. That's a little bit worse. You're going to be torn to shreds. ”

As he spoke, he stroked the beautiful blue lotus with his hand, and his eyes were full of sincere smiles.

Qinglian trembled slightly, and on the holy petals, bursts of pink floated, and the shyness was really pitiful.

As the demon wind walked away, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the blue lotus in his hand, and kissed it gently. He took the lotus plant and walked to the blue pond not far away, and put it into the pool again, and the green lotus quickly recovered at an unimaginable speed, and the roots, stems, and leaves instantly regrown, blooming with incomparable beauty.

Looking at the magical Qiē in front of him, the young man was slightly stunned, "Hey, it turned out to be a green lotus with spirituality." ”

I have to say, for the teenager who picks medicine. This is a rare medicinal herb, if you have this blue lotus. Presumably he will soon be able to live a prosperous life, but the young man was only slightly stunned, and then a smile of relief flashed on his face,

"Qinglian, goodbye!"

With that, he walked away.

Looking at the young man's back, Qinglian wanted to shout, but her cultivation was not enough, so she could only tremble her body slightly, and suddenly, Qinglian spit out human words:

"Take me, whatever I become, take me away......"

But the boy had gone far away and did not hear her.

Jiang Wei on the side, silent, people's hearts are good, all of them are kind when they are born, just like this Qinglian, in order to repay her kindness, she is willing to fade away from the incomparable beauty, no matter what she is, she is willing to follow the young man and repay his kindness. But the boy was obviously not far away from destroying such beauty.

Day by day,

Year after year,

One life after another,

After three lives and three lives, a middle-aged man came to this pond in front of Bitan, when Jiang Wei saw him for the first time, he recognized him, he never thought that it was him.

"Who are you?" Qinglian asked.

"Buddha!" The middle-aged man smiled but did not speak, and his golden body exuded a trace of divine light.

"Buddha, you are very strong." Qinglian naturally has her own way of perceiving the world, and she obviously feels the strength of the man in front of her.

"Do you have something on your mind?" The Buddha smiled but did not speak, bowed his head and whispered.

"Yes, I want to meet someone, I want to live with him."

"Life in the world is a kind of cultivation, and only after seeing through the red dust can we achieve enlightenment."

The Buddha's words were very profound, Qinglian didn't understand, but she only knew one thing, and that was that she wanted to return to the young man's hands again and feel the slightest heat from his warm hand.

"Can you help me meet him?"

Next, no matter what the Buddha said, Qinglian only had this one sentence.

"Idiot, since you are so obsessed, then I will fulfill you."

In the hands of the Buddha, a golden light flashed, and the green lotus instantly turned into a blue light and escaped into the foot of the mountain in the distance.

At this moment, the young man who was a medicine picker, after the reincarnation of the third life, this life was incarnated as a mountain hunter, at this moment, he knelt on the ground with his eyes blank, looking at the newlywed wife in front of him, the body was already cold, tears kept slipping from his eyes, he didn't notice at all, the blue light that did not enter the corpse.

Suddenly, the young man felt a trace of warmth in his hand, his wife's already cold little hand, and his eyes showed an incredulity, and then he frantically shouted her name,

"Qingqing, Qingqing......"

"It turns out that my name is Qingqing!" After Qinglian submerged into the young wife's body, this was her first consciousness.

"Husband!"

Feeling the familiar warm hand, constantly stroking his face, a trace of tears slipped from the corner of Qingqing's eyes, and after three lives and three lives, he finally saw him again.

The boy hugged her and wept loudly, and the feeling he had gained again after losing it made him cry with joy.

Qinglian has never been so satisfied as she is now, she doesn't want the beautiful appearance that will always exist, she just wants to be with the teenager forever. Through the conversation between Guò and the teenager, she learned that her surname was Lian, Lian Qingqing, a name she liked very much.

Gradually, she got used to life in the world, and her Qinglian body has been firmly integrated with this body, so to speak, she is Lian Qingqing, Lian Qingqing is her.

The prey that the young man hunted back turned into exquisite dishes in her hands, and the fur was made into beautiful clothes by her, and at the foot of this vast mountain, the two lived a happy life.

But the world is changing, and a monk who travels all over the world comes to stay at home. One qiē has changed.

The boy is on his way home. I met this great monk who turned into a fate. He has always revered the Buddha, so he naturally invited him back to his home.

"Xianggong, you're back."

Hearing the words of the young man outside, Lian Qingqing, who was cleaning the room, put down the broom in his hand and walked out quickly, wanting to give him a warm hug.

The moment he saw Lian Qingqing, this monk was like a great enemy,

"Demons. Why did he incarnate in human form and bring disaster to the world? ”

Hearing this, the young man's eyes flashed with incredulity, "Master, what are you talking about. ”

After that, he stepped forward and hugged his wife, looking at the monk's eyes full of unkindness, I kindly invite you home, how can you say that my wife is a demon?

"Donor, please step aside, your wife has ascended to the Western Heavenly Elysium. This woman is possessed by a demon. ”

"Nonsense, you go!" A hint of anger crossed the boy's face.

"Donor. Has your wife ever had a serious illness? ”

Hearing this, the young man was slightly stunned.

Then the monk continued: "At that time, your wife had already passed away, and this woman took the opportunity to attach herself to your deceased wife, but in fact she was a demon. ”

The young man was silent, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head and said very firmly:

"It's nonsense, master, and I ask you to leave quickly."

Seeing that the young man was so persistent, the monk shook his head and said nothing, and the purple gold bowl in his hand swayed with infinite divine light, covering Lian Qingqing.

In that golden light, the young man was fine, but Lian Qingqing felt a trace of pain, covered his forehead, and screamed.

"Qingqing, what's wrong with you, Qingqing!" The boy shouted frantically.

"Husband, my head hurts, it hurts..."

Seeing this, the young man picked up the stick on the side and hit the purple gold bowl in the monk's hand, but unexpectedly, the stick reached three feet in front of the monk, and he couldn't advance a point.

"Amitabha, if you are with this demon, you will definitely have a reduced lifespan, please don't continue to sink downstairs, you see."

With that, the great monk pointed forward.

The young man looked ahead, his wife, whose body was gradually changing, was shocked in his eyes, and his wife, who was originally delicate and lovely, slowly turned into a green lotus.

"Phase... Gong, I never wanted to hurt you, believe me..."These were the last words she said in the world.

Then, her raised hands gradually turned into lotus leaves, returning to their original state of green lotus flowers, disappearing into nothingness...

"Qingqing..."The young man's eyes were distracted, and he fell to his knees, tears running down his face.

"Amitabha, subduing demons and defending the way, it is a thing that my generation must do, and please forgive the donor, this Lian Qingqing has already escaped into the Elysian World, and the person at this moment is not Lian Qingqing, but the Qinglian demon."

"You bastard, get out of here, get out..."

The boy went crazy, picked up the firewood knife on the side, and slashed at him frantically.

A long sigh flashed across the monk's face, and his figure gradually disappeared.

The boy knelt on the ground weakly, what about the demon? What about demons?

In fact, he felt the strangeness of his wife a long time ago, although he was a hunter, but he also knew that people could not be resurrected after death, and it was a strange thing for Lian Qingqing to be resurrected again after a day of death.

But the happiness and sweetness of the two living together made him forget this qiē, and he felt that it would be good to live happily together like this.

But a dream is a dream after all, and with the advent of this monk, everything is over.

The young man hated, he hated why he invited this great monk home.

The young man hated, he hated himself at the last moment when Lian Qingqing died, why didn't he sue her, I believe in you, I don't care about your identity.

Day after day, year after year, from black hair to white head, the young man had to climb to the top of the mountain every day, looking at the countless lotus leaves in the pool of secluded spring in front of him, silently reciting her name,

"Qingqing..."

Until one day, the boy had already turned into a gray-haired old man, he sat tremblingly in front of the pool of water, this former boy, now the old man, he himself did not know why he came here, he just felt that there was a voice from the depths of his soul, calling him.

For many years, he wanted to see that blue lotus in full bloom, and after a year, two years, ten years, fifty years, the lotus flower here had never bloomed.

Jiang Wei on the side sighed, I see, looking at the old man in front of him, his eyes were complicated, is this what I look like when I am old?

The old man's appearance when he was young was exactly the same as Jiang Wei. (To be continued......)