Under the stars, there is a sea of endless flowers.

A woman in white was dragged along the blooming mandala flowers everywhere, from far to near. The breeze was light, the clothes were flying, and the black silk on the woman's forehead swayed lightly with the wind, revealing a cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye.

At the end of the long sea of flowers, there is a big river, and the rock by the river is engraved with the word 'Lethe', and the gurgling river is turbulent, and the woman stops and looks into the distance.

At this time, a small boat slowly approached the shore, and the old man who paddled stood at the stern of the boat, and shook shallowly towards the people on the shore, and then the woman lifted her feet and got into the boat.

The boat moved slowly in the blood-yellow water, the green lights swaying at the stern flickered on and off, the woman sat on the bow of the boat, and the sea of white flowers had faded away.

"Girl, the flower that led you all the way is called Mandala Hua. The old man said to the man at the bow of the boat.

The woman was stunned for a moment, but she turned her head, looked at the old man rowing, and asked, "Why are there no flowers and leaves?"

Along the way, she had found that although the mountains were full of white flowers, there were no leaves on the stems of the flowers.

The old man was still slowly shaking the oars, and Xu Zhinian said: "Lethe leaves are born, there are no flowers on the other side, the leaves fall on the other side, and the flowers rise in Lethe River." Girl, do you know that the place where you just got on the boat is called Lethe?"

The woman was pleased, and carefully turned to face the old man and sat down, the action of the oars did not stop, the old man continued: "After the death of a person, the soul returns to the underworld, and the fragrance of the mandala flowers in the Lethe River will lead people to the bank of the Santu River, and then take this small boat to cross the river, and finally reach the other side. ”

The woman looked in the direction of the old man's finger, and there was a fog on the river, and she couldn't see clearly. The woman looked at the old man in disappointment, and asked:

"Is there a white mandala over there to guide the way?"

The old man shook his head and said, "The one that blooms on the other side is called Mantuo Sahua, and the color of the flower is red. White is the white of the forgotten river, and the red is the red of the other side. ”

At this time, the old man stopped the oar in his hand, looked sideways at the fog in front of him, looked at it for a while before turning around, then bowed down with a smile and said: "Girl, there is fog in front, and the old man can't see the road clearly, so it is better to wait here for a while, and then cross the river when the fog clears." ”

The woman nodded and said yes, and the old man put the wooden oar on the boat.

"In that case, then I'll tell you the story of the flower on the other side of the Lethe River. ”

The man sitting at the bow of the boat supported his chin with his hands, and leaned forward a little, waiting for the old man's story. The green lantern swayed in the wind, and the old man's hoarse voice sounded faintly.

"There are no flowers on the other side, and the leaves on the other side of the river are full of flowers, and the leaves on the other side of the three roads are blooming. This matter must begin at the beginning of the chaos of heaven and earth..."