Chapter 220 The Flower of the Other Shore

Long Miaomiao was already crying in Li Zhenbang's arms, and she felt the same about Yuchen's experience.

"How strong are they?"

"Two gold warriors, ten silver warriors, twenty-four black iron warriors, one sixth-level magician, two fifth-level magicians, seven fourth-level magicians." Yuchen gritted his teeth, saying each word Literally said.

"I still say the same thing, ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. If you want to take revenge with your own hands, then you must learn to endure. Your current strength is not enough for them to bite their teeth."

"Then how long do I have to hold back?" Yuchen asked urgently.

"That depends on your own talent and hard work. If you still can't take revenge after ten years, I can help you then. Within ten years, I can provide you with some medicines that will not cause sequelae, and at the same time let your The speed of cultivation has been increased by at least two times, but you have to serve me for life, and your life and death are all in my mind."

"As long as you can take revenge, my life is yours, and I have absolutely no complaints!" Yuchen said without hesitation.

Li Zhenbang nodded, took some blood from Yuchen, made a puppet talisman, and swallowed it for him.

After a brief rest, the four of them set out on the road again. The flickering frequency of the two stones also gradually accelerated, proving that there was no problem with their direction.

Everyone walked through the forest, and the scenery in front of them suddenly changed. There was a sea of ​​flowers as bright as blood. The flowers were coquettish and noble, which made people marvel.

Long Miaomiao couldn't help sighing: "Wow, what a beautiful sea of ​​flowers!"

After finishing speaking, Long Miaomiao rushed towards Huahai.

"Miaomiao, be careful, don't pick them, just look at them, their roots are poisonous." Li Zhenbang shouted hurriedly from behind.

Hearing that the flowers were poisonous, Long Miaomiao hurriedly stopped and stood on the edge of the sea of ​​flowers instead of rushing into the sea of ​​flowers.

"Do you know these flowers?" Long Miaomiao looked at Li Zhenbang in disbelief.

"These flowers are called Bianhua, also called Manzhushahua, and there are many beautiful love stories about them." Li Zhenbang looked at these flowers and said with a smile.

Hearing that there was a story to listen to, Long Miaomiao excitedly ran to Li Zhenbang's side, waiting for him to tell the story.

Yuchen looked at Li Zhenbang curiously, wondering what story this Bianhua had to tell.

Although the Golden Warrior was also very curious, he faithfully performed his duties as a bodyguard, watched his surroundings vigilantly, and did not approach Li Zhenbang, but his ears were still listening.

"Do you still remember Po Meng in Journey to the West?" Li Zhenbang looked at Long Miaomiao and asked with a smile.

"Remember, Meng Potang, Huangquan Road, and Naihe Bridge, right?" Long Miaomiao looked at Li Zhenbang with a smile, like a primary school student waiting for the teacher's praise.

"Yes, that's right, I have a good memory! There is only one kind of flower blooming on Huangquan Road, and that is the Bianhua."

"Huh! It sounds very gloomy." Long Miaomiao curled her lips, and then looked at the blood-red flower sea in front of her.

Li Zhenbang smiled, and continued: "There are many legends about the Bana flower, so I will briefly tell you about it."

Although Yuchen had never heard of Meng Po and Meng Po Soup, he still looked at Li Zhenbang expectantly. At this moment, he let go of the self-blame and regret along the way, and listened to Li Zhenbang's story attentively.

"The Bana flower claims to bloom for a thousand years, to fall for a thousand years, and the leaves and flowers will never be seen. Of course, this is just a legend, and it will not be so long in reality. Of course, it is true that the leaves and flowers will never see, and this That's where the legend came from." Li Zhenbang looked at Long Miaomiao and Yuchen, and said with a smile.

"There used to be two monsters, one was a flower demon and the other was a leaf demon. They guarded the Bana flower for thousands of years, but they couldn't see each other. Because the flower god stipulated that the Bana flower had no leaves when it bloomed, and it would only grow after the flower fell. Ye Zi. The flower demon and the leaf demon know each other, but they can't see each other, so they miss each other."

"Finally one day, they wanted to meet secretly. After meeting, they found out that the flower demon was a beautiful and elegant girl, and the leaf demon was a handsome young man, so they fell in love. That year, the blood-like The delicate and beautiful Bianhua has grown green leaves, and the green leaves are more beautiful against the red flowers."

"But this matter was known by the Flower God, and the Flower God sent them into reincarnation. He punished them to become the petals and leaves of a Bianhua flower, and endured hardships in the world for life after life, and they could never be together."

"Flower gods are too hateful, they are so pitiful!" Long Miaomiao's eyes were red, and she was about to burst the embankment again. Yuchen just clenched his fists, obviously he also sympathized with what happened to the flower demon and the leaf demon.

"After countless years of reincarnation, the Buddha passed by on the other side of the Forgotten River in the underworld. He saw this Bana flower and saw the mystery in it. The Buddha plucked the Bana flower and said with emotion: In the previous life, you missed each other and couldn't meet each other. In this life, you Love cannot stay together, countless reincarnations, separation and reunion, but fate gathers and disappears. I can't help you resolve the curse of the flower god, I will take you to the other side of the river of forgetfulness, and let you bloom everywhere there!"

"The Buddha passed by the Santu River, and the river water wetted the flowers on the other side. When the Buddha reached the other side of the River of Forgetfulness, he found that the blood-red flowers on the other side had turned white. The Buddha pondered for a moment, then smiled and said: Great joy is not as great as great sorrow, remembering is worse than forgetting, yes Right and wrong, how can you tell them apart! The Buddha planted the flowers on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness, and named them Mandala Flowers."

"Datura flower? I've seen it before, but it's not like this." Long Miaomiao frowned and said.

"A mandala flower is not a mandala flower. You can call a mandala flower a mandala flower, but a mandala flower is a mandala flower."

"Oh, this look! I said why do they look different!" Long Miaomiao nodded.

"Buddha didn't know that the red color of the Bana flower remained in the Santu River, and he wailed all day long, making those who heard it cry. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva took out a seed and threw it in the river, and it was even more red than the Bana flower before. It grows out of the river. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva took it in his hand and sighed: You get away and feel at ease. Why do you leave this boundless hatred in this hell with a sea of ​​suffering? You are an envoy close to you. Lead the souls of the dead to reincarnation! There is a mandala flower on the other side, so you should be called Manjushahua!"

"From now on, there are two kinds of flowers on the other side of the world. One kind grows on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness, and is called Mandalahuahua. The other kind grows beside the Santu River, and the blood-red flower is called Manjusawa!"

After Li Zhenbang's story was finished, Long Miaomiao and Yuchen remained silent for a long time, feeling hard to calm down.