"Huh, what is this?" Lu Xue said in surprise, pointing to a flower pot hanging above everyone's heads.

I saw a flower pot hanging on one of the branches of the laurel tree, but the strange thing was that the plant in the pot was not leafy, but a bare withered and rotten wood.

Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Master Kongzhi stood up and gently removed the flower pot.

"It's all dead, why is the master still planted in a flower pot?" Ye Xing asked in surprise.

"Not dead!" Master Empty Wisdom roared in a somewhat distorted voice.

Perhaps sensing that he was a little out of shape, Master Kongzhi glanced at Ye Xing, who was a little stunned, and said, "Amitabha, the old man has lost his temper. But donor, please don't say that the flower is dead. As he spoke, Master Kongzhi gently stroked the dead plant.

The gentle movements made Lu Ming and the three of them feel that Master Kongzhi was caressing his lover, gentle, loving and warm.

"But it" Lu Xue looked left and right, dead and alive, and couldn't see that this plant still had even a trace of vitality, it was obviously a dead plant!

Looking at Lu Xue's look of wanting to ask but not daring to ask, Master Kongzhi sighed slightly and said, "Are the three donors interested in listening to the old man tell a story?"

"Master Kongzhi, please speak!" Lu Ming's face was a little solemn when he saw the potted plant, and he also said at this time. Lu Xue and Ye Xing naturally have no opinions.

Legend has it that there is a nameless little flower in the fairy world that silently blooms in the garden of an immortal emperor.

She is really inconspicuous among the flowers that bloom and compete for beauty, and she is often bullied by hundreds of flowers. However, the young gardener in the Immortal Emperor's Mansion took great care of every flower, and did not ignore her because she was inconspicuous, but took more care of her because of it. In this way, the nameless little flower fell in love with the gardener.

Everything in the Immortal Emperor's Mansion has an aura, even these hundred flowers are no exception. Every few hundred years, there is always a flower that has been cultivated and changed into a human form. They are beautiful when they are flowers, and they are even more delicate when they become adults.

Without exception, these flower fairies who have achieved positive results have all become the wives and concubines of that immortal emperor, which is their fate and cannot be shaken off.

Day after day, year after year. Under the care of the young gardener, the nameless little flower was finally about to take on a human form.

When a fairy as beautiful as a flower stood in front of the young gardener, the gardener just asked, "Is there anything wrong with the fairy?"

When the fairy told the gardener who he was, he also told him that he had a love for him when he was still a flower.

"But fairy," the gardener still had some scruples.

"Call me Hua Rong!" Hua Rong said softly, "Are you worried about the Immortal Emperor? It's okay, we can leave this Immortal Emperor Mansion!" Hua Rong's voice was gentle, but the tone was very firm.

"The Immortal Emperor is not in the mansion these days, we will leave tonight!" the two agreed.

It's a pity that they didn't make it, and how could they guess the skills of the Immortal Emperor.

The Immortal Emperor was furious, because he had regarded the flowers in the garden as his own forbidden body, and he could not allow others to touch them. Now Huarong, who should have become his concubine, fell in love with someone else, especially a gardener in his house. How could he, as an Immortal Emperor, endure this?

Ignoring Hua Rong's pleading, the Immortal Emperor was bent on killing the gardener, and killing the gardener was just a matter of thought.

But the Immortal Emperor suddenly changed his mind, it was too cheap to kill him, don't you love each other, I will let you meet without knowing each other, knowing each other without loving each other, and suffering from lovesickness every day.

The Immortal Emperor, whose life is almost endless, seems to have found a game that makes him no longer boring.

So the gardener was erased by the Jade Emperor and sent to a temple to practice, and was given the name Wei Tuo. The gardener who lost his memory forgot his past and forgot his flowers! The gardener who devoted himself to cultivating Buddhism gradually became successful and was finally taken in by the Buddha.

Hua Rong was also punished, not only was he beaten back to his original form, but he was also cast by the Immortal Emperor to only bloom once a year, and only for a moment. The memory of the simple flower is still there, and it has not been erased by the Immortal Emperor.

Hua Rong knew that every year in late spring, Wei Tuo would go down the mountain to collect morning dew sencha for the Buddha, so Hua Rong chose to open at that time.

It's a pity that thousands of years have passed, and Wei Tuo has not stopped because of an unknown flower on the side of the road, not once.

The Immortal Emperor succeeded!

If they didn't know each other, Wei Tuo, who was close at hand, knew that there was a nameless little flower blooming silently beside the path he had walked, at his feet, and he was trying his best to shout his name, and how could he know that this nameless little flower was the concern of his previous life.

The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but watching the person he loves walk by him, and he knows nothing!

He just lost the memory of his past life, so he doesn't remember me anymore. Hua Rong comforted himself like this, maybe he will remember me in the coming year, and I must bloom the most beautiful flowers for him!

Under the guidance of the Buddha, Veda cultivated to great progress, and finally achieved positive results.

Memories of his past life flooded in like a tide, and a woman named Hua Rong occupied his entire mind. The scenes of this life have also emerged, flowers blooming and falling again and again, expectations and disappointments again and again, passing by again and again, ignoring and ignoring again and again.

Every time a flower blooms, it is a flower that blooms with life, and the flowers that have not been cultivated for thousands of years are smaller than a time, but no matter how small the flower is, it is still very beautiful.

"Huarong!" Wei Tuo cried out in pain, desperate to go down the mountain to find this woman who had guarded him for thousands of years.

"If you recognize each other, you will hurt her!" The voice of the Buddha came: "The Immortal Emperor knows that you will definitely come to harm each other again, it was you last time, maybe it will be her this time!"

Wei Tuo stopped, what the Buddha said was right, and if he recognized him, he would hurt her.

So every year in the twilight of spring, Veda still goes down the mountain, and the flowers still try to bloom themselves, but as for thousands of years, Veda does not stay for half a minute.

No one knew that Wei Tuo would slow down his rapid pace slightly when he passed by the nameless little flower, and he didn't see the tears left on Wei Tuo's face as he walked past the nameless little flower.

The farthest distance in the world is not that I walk past you and can't recognize you, but that I recognize you, but I still have to pretend not to know you, pass by you indifferently, and cool your heart again and again.

When I cultivate to the Immortal Emperor, I will take you away. So Wei Tuo began to retreat, but the more he cultivated, the more Wei Tuo felt that he was farther away from the Immortal Emperor.

He hadn't been down the mountain for many years, and Hua Rong felt that his life had come to an end, and the hopeless waiting was about to exhaust Hua Rong's life.

"The origin and extinction of the fate are over, and the flowers bloom and fall to the dust. The Buddha held the withered flower and found Veda in his hand: "Only if you give up your cultivation can you keep her life!"

Wei Tuo did not hesitate for a moment, and all the cultivation of his body was injected into the withered branches of the flowers. The Buddha's light flashed into the entire branch.

"Why are you wrong to suffer like this!" the Buddha sighed and looked at Wei Tuo, who had lost his cultivation and was gradually getting old: "Let's go, go to a place where the Immortal Emperor can't find it!"

A flash of Buddha light flashed, and Wei Tuo walked through countless spaces and infinite planes with withered flowers, and finally arrived at a place where even the Immortal Emperor couldn't find it!