"Granny Meng, His Holiness asked the boy to come and fetch Manzhu Shahua. ”

The child stood in front of Meng Po and respectfully bowed.

Don't look at Meng Porou and weak woman, but Dan Tong knows that her cultivation is extremely terrifying, and she is in the same realm as her own Pure Yang Venerable - the realm of golden immortals!

It's just that Meng Po's cultivation is a ghost road, and what is cast is the body of a ghost and immortal, so there is no appearance of three flowers gathering at the top.

Meng Po's body and mind trembled, a flash of thought flashed in her eyes, and then she shook her head and sighed: "Alas, little Dantong, let's come to Lechuan Pavilion with the old woman." ”

Only then did the child smile and jump happily: "Hehe...... Granny Meng, this fairy sister beside me is the wick spirit under the Buddha's seat, this time uninvited, Granny Meng must mind!"

In ancient times, there was Meng Po's family, living on the bank of the Lechuan River, good at boiling soup, taking tears as the guide, long-lasting, the fragrance can pass through the nine heavens and ten places, all the ghosts drink it, forget the worries and forget the feelings, forget the self, and the past is not remembered.

There are not many people who know about Meng Po's cultivation realm, but his great name is known and unknown to everyone in the Three Realms. The fame of Guy Meng Po soup is too great!

What's more, even Xiao Dantong is respectful to Meng Po, and the fairy naturally doesn't dare to lose her manners. The fairy waved his sleeves, made a thousand blessings, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Meng Po is fine, Xiaoxian took the liberty to disturb it." ”

It is worthy of being the spirit of the wick, the national color and the fragrance of the sky, the crown of the Three Realms, and no immortal can reach it!

Meng Po was also quite surprised by the fairy's stunning appearance, so she looked at her for a while, but then sighed lightly, but didn't say anything, and took the two of them into the Lechuan Pavilion.

Meng Po's long sleeves were raised, and a faint flower seed flew out of her cuff and landed in a touch of black soil on the attic.

Then Meng Po waved again, and saw the water in the Lechuan River boiling in front of her, and she was angry, but a drop of ink-colored water condensed in a breath.

This drop of water is extremely unusual, condensed but not dispersed, floating but not falling, and it seems to contain majestic energy, which makes people palpitate slightly.

The fairy's heart trembled, sweat broke out on her forehead, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes. It was as if as long as she was touched by this droplet, it would knock her back to her original form.

Dan Tong explained softly to the fairy: "This is the [Forgetful Yin Cold Pearl], if you are accidentally rubbed, you will be devoured by the Yin Soul, even if you cast the immortal body, you can't bear it." ”

The fairy bowed her head and quietly stepped back a few steps.

"Fall!"

At the same time, Meng Po twisted a trick and saw the water beads fall on the black soil.

In an instant, hot smoke rises from the black soil, and the flowers in the soil sprout at a speed visible to the naked eye until the flowers open and the leaves fall.

Legend has it that the flowers on the other side grow for thousands of years, bloom for thousands of years, and fall for thousands of years.

And Meng Po's means of reaching the sky have caused the flowers to bloom quickly, and it has taken 3,000 years to see, which is really admirable.

This kind of supernatural power is similar to the glass pure world bottle in the hands of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The fairy's eyes were full of incredulity, and her small mouth snorted softly.

But Xiao Dantong was no longer surprised, and a bright smile appeared on his fat face: "Huhu, worthy of being the king of flowers." Yan Zhi is red, clear, glamorous and soul-grabbing, I am afraid that the king of peonies in Yaochi will be slightly inferior. ”

"That's all there is to it, and it's been carefully put away. Meng Po glanced at Dan Tong and said lukewarmly, "Thirty years ago, due to the rebellion of the ghost immortals, the ghost tide surged, but it ruined a lot of my flower seeds. If you want to wait for the next Kao plant to mature, it is estimated that it will take 100 years of careful planting. ”

The corners of Xiao Dantong's mouth twitched slightly, and he was distressed.

Manzhu Sawa blooms in the area of Huangquan Road in Naihe Bridge, but it is extremely difficult to cultivate Kao, and it is necessary to extract the essence of the stamens from 3,000 blooming flowers, and then use secret techniques to melt them into the water of Lechuan, and then inject them into the 3,000 flower seeds together.

Every ten years, the flower seeds will absorb yin, yang, ghost, popularity, immortal energy, and demonic energy, so that after 60 years, the three thousand flower seeds will merge to form a unique royal species.

And the royal seed needs to be carefully cultivated for 3,000 years before the leaves fall and bloom. However, Meng Po has a unique secret technique that can make it bloom in an instant.

"After the boy went back, he told His Holiness that it seemed that the next time he met Granny Meng would be a hundred years later. ”

Dan Tong carefully took out the small gourd on his waist, patted it lightly on the mouth of the gourd, and saw that this Manzhu Sawa was sucked into the gourd.

He turned the gourd again, tapped the gourd's abdomen again, and spit out two ancient ink-colored elixirs.

"Granny Meng, you have to put away these two [Soul Condensing Divine Pills]. His Holiness only succeeded in refining this furnace elixir three times. ”

Meng Po took out a jade bottle, introduced the elixir into the bottle, and said lightly with a slight melancholy between her eyebrows: "If there is nothing else, then leave quickly." ”

"Then we'll go back first, and we'll see each other in a hundred years. ”

Dantong and the fairy withdrew from the Lethe Pavilion.

Just looking at the backs of the two of them who were about to leave, Meng Po hesitated, and finally said up: "Wait, Dan Tong just said that the fairy is the wick spirit?"

The fairy looked back, and doubts appeared in her eyes: "The little fairy is indeed the spirit of the wick of the Buddha who sat down, and dared to ask Meng Po what to teach?"

Meng Po wanted to speak and stopped, this appearance seemed a little weird, and even Xiao Dantong was a little surprised.

"Little fairy, if you have forged an immortal body, you can also come to the underworld again. Meng Po pondered for a moment, and finally sighed and said.

Does this Meng Po know me?

The fairy was puzzled, and just wanted to ask carefully, but saw Meng Po waving her hand and said, "I can't say anything clearly, and now you don't have to ask more." After casting the immortal body, you can come to the underworld to find the old woman. ”

With a hint of doubt, the fairy and the child went out of the underworld.

Meng Po looked at the direction where the two disappeared, her heart was already overflowing, and she murmured: "Qingman, Qingman, your sister's appearance is indeed the best in the world, but she doesn't seem to know the existence of your sister......"

Meng Po muttered to herself, and the green vine in her mouth was in the netherworld of the underworld at the moment, reciting scriptures, and surpassing the fierce ghosts.

But suddenly, Qingman's heart trembled, opened his eyes, and stopped chanting.

"Your heart is upset. ”

A vast and simple voice echoed in Qingman's ears.

Qingman was at a loss: "Master, the disciple's heart suddenly moved, but it became empty again in an instant. ”

"Why is your heart troubled?"

Qingman lowered his head and was silent for a long time, but he spit out: "The disciple doesn't know, it's just that his heart is throbbing and uncontrollable. ”

"Those who disturb your heart are nothing more than love and desire. You have been practicing with me for three thousand years, and there are no less than 100,000 demons in the Netherworld. If your heart is already to the Buddha, how can you still not let go of your past and present lives?"

Qingman was slightly disappointed: "The disciple's Taoism is not ...... enough"

"Demons are born from the heart, and if you don't get rid of the demons in your heart, you won't be able to become a Buddha. Only when you face her in person can you let go of this obsession. ”

Qingman's mood trembled, and she said in surprise: "She...... Transfiguration?"

"And when she casts the immortal body, the teacher will arrange for you to meet her and make a decision. ”

The ethereal voice sounded again, and the owner of the voice was actually the king of Jizo who made the grand wish of "Hell will not become a Buddha"!