In the sea of forgetful flowers, Qianmo traffic, can't walk a meal, the eyes are still red, but you can faintly hear the laughter of children.

Li Chan walked side by side with the man in fiery red clothes, Sisi and Wang Chunyan followed, Ning Junxi followed behind the two, and then there were the three people of the Ethereal Pavilion, two seven or eight-year-old children behind the mat, whispering from time to time, and then laughing.

The man who claimed to be Luoying Wen Sheng introduced that this place is called the Valley of Forgetfulness, which is the name taken by his deceased master, and the flowers of Forgetfulness in this valley are also planted by his master.

He said that the reason why people have worries is that they are really affectionate, deep and involuntarily self-conscious, shallow and desireless and rigid, and forgetful people have no desires and no sorrows.

He believes that a hundred years of life is a short time, and all thoughts and worries are self-seeking troubles.

Li Chan was a guest, so he naturally echoed more than refuted, but he actually had a shallow taste of his own opinions.

The two of them also talked happily.

Sisi and Wang Chunyan are more inclined to the beautiful scenery of this place, and they can't wait to have an extra pair of eyes, and occasionally they will listen to two sentences of dialectics between the two big men in the clouds, and they won't think about it.

Ning Junxi was able to be distracted, carefully watching the conversation between the two people, his eyes were also looking around.

With such a large canyon, he was curious how many people would meet here.

There is mist in the distance, the scenery is blurred, and a few thatched houses are even more faint, like a mirage, and it is not real to see.

Further ahead, from time to time there was a weeping and playful child cleaning or playing among the flowers, all in red clothes and black shoes, and when he saw Luoying, he had no respectful posture, and he didn't pay attention to Ning Jun's few strangers, and the laughter and playfulness added endless vitality to the huge sea of flowers.

Li Chan and the two talked about the origin of the Valley of Forgetfulness, so they began to talk casually, asking what day it is, asking who is in power, and asking if it is the current situation, Li Chan answered according to the truth.

Gradually you can see children in groups of three or five, laughing and laughing among the flowers.

Li Chan looked at this group of children who seemed to be carefree, and asked a little abruptly. "This place is so remote, you never thought of going out?"

Luo Ying smiled and shook her head, her voice was relieved and gentle, "Near the Canglan River, there are often river sacrifices, if I leave, will I not stop the life of those children who could have survived?"

Li Chan was stunned for a moment, and gave a Buddha salute with one hand, full of emotion, "It is said that I am a Buddha with compassion, and Your Excellency's mind is the real compassion, and I am ashamed of it." ”

Luo Ying didn't care, but her face was full of regret, "It's just a moment, a hundred years later, there may be a lot of dry bones piled up here." ”

"The people are pedantic, and they should be reformed. Li Chan said solemnly.

"I don't want to go out of the valley, and this matter needs to be done by the Zen master. Luo Ying folded her hands and said respectfully.

"If I have the chance, I will come forward. Li Chan nodded in agreement.

The two of them said things that they didn't know whether they were true or false, Ning Junxi didn't take them all seriously, most of the children among the flowers were eight or nine-year-old children, and they couldn't see the older or younger ones, so they inevitably muttered a little in their hearts.

The so-called river festival is a kind of ritual in which a boy or girl who has reached the age of six is tied to a stake and placed on a bamboo raft to float down the river, so as to achieve the sacrifice to the river god.

He naturally knew what this was, but it was a rarity than the river festival that could sacrifice so many boys and girls, and it should be the same year.

Luo Ying led a group of people into a thatched house quickly, the layout was simple and elegant, and only a cluster of forgetfulness red swayed on the table.

Luo Ying beckoned everyone to sit down, and the three of them would never sit down, so they consciously stood in the corner, and Li Channing sat down one after another.

After that, there are children who bring several trays and put the refreshments on the table, and another child comes with incense, and lights incense in the humble incense burner on the table, and the smoke is spewed out from the incense burner, and the aroma has an indescribable fresh and lazy contradictory taste, which makes people drowsy.

After some arrangement, the young boy withdrew from the thatched house in an orderly manner, and only Luoying and Li Chan and other outsiders were left in the thatched house.

Luo Ying beckoned everyone to eat tea, maybe it had been bumpy for a long time, or the incense had taken effect, Sisi and Wang Chunyan began to feel sleepy after eating some refreshments.

Luo Ying gently proposed, "It's rare for me to come here, how many of you might as well rest here for a day, and then set off tomorrow to go elsewhere?"

Li Chan immediately nodded in agreement, seeing that Ning Junxi's brows furrowed, he felt that Li Chan was doing it on purpose.

......

In the valley of forgetfulness, the fragrance of flowers is faint during the day, and the deeper the night, the more fragrant the fragrance of the flowers, and a slightly sweet fragrance will waft in the whole valley.

Ning Junxi didn't like this kind of floral fragrance, and because it was a forgetful flower, he was a little hanging in his heart, and he didn't feel like a good thing, so he had some insomnia, lying on the edge of the window, looking at the black flowers outside the window in a daze.

Today is the beginning of the month, and it is cloudy, and the weather is gloomy, and the night is particularly dark.

In the distance, there were a few chirpings of unknown birds, which were particularly far away in the dark night.

Gradually, Ning Junxi felt a little sleepy, so he closed his eyes.

In a daze, it seemed that the soul was out of the body, and the thoughts of seeing appeared in front of me, as if I had gone to the dream and returned, and suddenly heard a terrible scream.

Ning Junxi was suddenly awakened and opened his eyes.

It was still dark outside the window, and the fiery red flowers of love were swaying in the night breeze.

It seemed like a dream.

Ning Junxi patted his head, sat up straight and felt that his limbs were a little sore, it seemed that it was already the second half of the night.

He moved his legs, stood up, smoothed his shirt, and pushed the door out of the room.

Lone Wind quietly appeared behind Ning Junxi, and said in a low voice, "A boy died in the sea of flowers, and the death is a little weird, and a Zen master has already gone." ”

"Got it. Ning Junxi's bad feeling in his heart became more and more obvious, and he was in a bad mood, "All gone?"

"There is only one Zen master. Lone Wind replied.

"Take me to see it. Ning Jun thought about it and said lightly.

Gu Feng was just about to say something, when suddenly another scream came from behind him, "Ghost!"

"Silky ......" Ning Junxi was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly followed the voice.

The lonely wind was behind Ning Junxi, like a wisp of fresh wind, quietly chasing after him.

......

After Ning Junxi's thatched house, there was a field of flowers.

Because Li Chan instructed Wang Chunyan to comfort the little girl and not act rashly when Ning Junxi arrived, Wang Chunyan was also in Sisi's room.

Both of them were frightened, and their faces were a little pale.

The jade and the god of death were also in the thatched house of Sisi, which was instructed by Ning Junxi before, and the two of them looked a little strange.

"There was a white paper figure floating on the window, with a human face drawn on it, bleeding from all seven orifices, and smiling at me. Sisi held her mouth, very aggrieved and complained to Ning Junxi.

Whoever suddenly sees this strange sight will not be in a good mood.

Ning Jun looked at the jade and the god of death, and the two of them nodded to indicate that they had seen it too.

"That thing doesn't look like an illusion, otherwise it wouldn't be the four of us hitting at the same time, and besides, that thing would run, very quickly. Wang Chunyan maintained the tall image of her sister, and resolutely did not show her little daughter posture in front of Ning Junxi.

"Isn't it a reflection technique, or a puppet technique?" Ning Junxi muttered.

"Definitely not. Wang Chunyan and Sisi said in unison.

Wang Chunyan continued, "The Reflection Technique will not have a breath, and it will be ethereal, the puppet technique will be a little stiff, and that thing will run like a big living person, just like a ......."

When she said this, she couldn't remember what it looked like for a while, and she couldn't help scratching her ears and cheeks.

"It's like the children I saw in the sea of flowers today. Sisi stubble directly.

"Child?" Ning Junxi's expression was also a little strange, "That paper is painted with a child?"

"Mmmm, I'm smiling so happily. Sisi's face was full of resentment, and she probably had a shadow on the child in the future.

"Didn't chase it?" Ning Junxi turned his head to look at the god of death.

"Too fast. Death put his hands behind his back, his face expressionless, "And, I caught it." ”

"It escaped from you?" Ning Junxi was a little surprised, he was able to escape from the hands of the Death Hunter, this ability was really not ordinary.

"Yes. Death threw himself on his knees.

"Get up, get up. Ning Jun raised his hand helplessly, he was not Xiao Yixi, what did he do when he knelt down. Turning his head and bending down slightly, he touched the top of his head, "Let Jade and Shiniang accompany you, and I'll see if I can pull out the thing that scared you, okay?"

Sisi wrinkled her nose and waved her fist, "Take it out and hand it over to me to dispose of, I'm going to dismantle it in eight pieces, and then ...... A fire burns and lets it scare me. ”

"Good. Ning Jun smiled, turned around and looked at the god of death, and went out of the thatched house.

Lone Wind followed.

The Grim Reaper followed.

"What's going on? The three of them walked not far from the door, and Ning Junxi asked in a slightly lowered voice.

The god of death said indifferently, "Before, a scream suddenly came from the northeast, which woke everyone up, at that time, a Zen master said a word of Amitabha Buddha, instructed Wang Chunyan to appease the snake girl, don't run around, and left in a hurry." After that, the snake girl and Wang Chunyan couldn't sleep, so the snake girl asked Wang Chunyan to tell a story, halfway through the story, the light in the room suddenly went out, and there was a paper doll in the window. ”

As he spoke, he knelt down again.

"I'm not your Pavilion Master. Ning Junxi had expected it and said lightly.

Lone Wind stepped forward and pressed the Grim Reaper's shoulder and shook his head slightly.

Death stood there, bowing his head and saying nothing.

"Didn't you find anything?" such a dry paragraph, Ning Junxi really couldn't find anything useful, so he asked patiently.

The Grim Reaper stretched out his hand, one hand stained with blood, "On the paper man." ”

"Fresh?" Ning Junxi reached out and touched it, it was still a little sticky.

"Yes. Death nodded.

"Death stays, and Lone Wind follows me to find a Zen. Ning Junxi turned around and left.

"Little master!" called Lone Wind.

"Huh?" Ning Jun paused slightly.

"A Zen master said, don't let you mix. Lone Wind said lightly.

Ning Jun sighed slightly, but left, "Let's go, he just made me a little measured." Keep the stuff and don't wash it off. ”

Lone Wind glanced at Death and chased after him.

Death twisted his fingers and glanced at the distant backs of the two, and the figures disappeared in a flash.

The night breeze is cold, in the flower field, the forgetful flowers are swaying, and a faint white in the distance quickly disappears.