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Volume 1: The First Appearance of Super Powers Chapter 99: Flowers on the Other Side Bloom on the Other Side

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    The air was gray, and strange whimpers seemed to be echoing in my ears. Looking up to the sky, I saw an empty space with no objects at all, but there was light in this space.  The ground is full of blood-red flowers, and above these flowers there seems to be a gloomy atmosphere that is constantly drifting away from you, giving people an extremely intoxicating feeling.  Where is this place?  Xiao Luan glanced around blankly. Xiao Luan remembered that because he was so focused on other things, he didn't even notice that he had strayed into a space-time rift.  The last thing Xiao Luan could do was to turn his head and warn Raven and Yurik.  Because even Xiao Luan didn't know where the fragments of the Mountains and Rivers Map would take him.  It is possible to directly travel to a certain corner of the world of death, or even more likely to appear in the magma deep underground. Without knowing life or death, Xiao Luan has no need to let Yurik and the others be with him.  action.  Because of this, Xiao Luan only had time to do one thing when he stepped into the space-time rift, which was to turn around and directly release a small barrier.  This barrier has no lethality, but it can block Yurick and Raven for a moment.  These three people are all smart people, and they will all understand that Xiao Luan made this move to prevent them from following him.  Obviously Xiao Luan's last action had an effect. In this unknown space, Xiao Luan didn't see Yurik or the other three, or even a single creature.  There is no sound in the entire space, only the inaudible sound of wind blowing in the ears. I don¡¯t know if there is a special terrain that makes the sound of wind sound like a whimpering sound.  Lightly.  It's miserable, and I don't know what it means.  The moment he entered this space, Xiao Luan could no longer feel the existence of the Shanhe Sheji Diagram. In other words, there was extremely powerful power in this space.  The entire map of mountains and rivers and the country has many fragments.  Among them, the fragments that Xiao Luan didn't get are all suppressed by powerful forces. It seems that this place should be one of them.  He glanced around, but there was no information about this space in his brain.  At this time, Xiao Luan was like standing in a circle. Although it seemed that he could choose any direction, he actually didn't know which way to choose.  Frown slightly.  Xiao Luan did not choose to walk forward immediately, but squatted down and carefully looked at the red flowers on the ground.  Hua Duo¡¯s eyes are extremely red, the flower bones in the heart of the flower are slowly opening, and the petals are slowly withering.  This flower is so weird, the flowers bloom and the leaves fall, and the leaves fall and the flowers bloom.  This is Manzhu Shahua.  Raising his head, Xiao Luan looked forward. Everything in his eyes was blood red. If you look closely, you will find that this area is actually covered by the flowers.  Red flowers covered the ground like blood.  Manzhu Shahua also has a name, Bianhuahua.  The flowers bloom and the leaves fall, and the leaves fall and the flowers bloom.  Although the petals and leaves are close at hand, they are also far away. They can feel each other's existence, but they cannot meet or touch. Even hearing each other's voice is a luxury.  They can only think of each other in their hearts.  Then it just keeps reincarnating like a merry-go-round, always a distance away.  But it is always out of reach.  This is a very sad flower.  Jiwu's stock system The world of death, the underworld.  Netherworld, ghost world!  Xiao Luan's eyes suddenly shrank, and he suddenly turned around and looked behind him!  The smoke was hazy in front of Xiao Luan, but when Xiao Luan turned around, it was extremely clear behind him!  A river was just blocking Xiao Luan's back. It was obviously a small river less than ten meters wide, but it gave people a feeling of being insurmountable!  Xiao Luan saw that there were people, figures, cities, and even pedestrians on the other side of the river.  Although they were only separated by a river, it was as if they were separated by thousands of miles. The people over there turned a blind eye to Xiao Luan.  This river is also extremely strange. It is obviously just a small river, but there are three ways of flowing in the river. Sometimes it is slow, sometimes it is normal, and sometimes it is rapid. It is like a person's emotions, which are constantly changing.  It's not clear how deep the river is from the bank, you can only see the constant changes in the river.  There were obviously no raised stones, but Xiao Luan could hear the lapping sound of the river.  Santu River is said to be the boundary between life and death.  After crossing the Santu River, you are dead. All memories of the past are the past lives. No matter how unwilling you are, no matter how unwilling you are, as long as you cross the river, everything has become the past.  There are two worlds on both sides of the river. People on this side of the river keep crying and calling for the dead souls, but people on the other side of the river can only watch sadly.  I can't shout, I can't cry, I can't cry, it hurts, I can't feel it, my body is far away.  Between life and death, there is only a river, but there are two worlds, three rivers.    According to legend, after death, people first go to Guimen Pass, and after passing Guimen Pass, they go on a road called Huangquan Road.  Large tracts of Bianhua flowers are blooming on the road. From a distance, they look like a carpet paved with blood.  Huangquan Road is known as the Road of Fire because of its red flowers that look like fire.  The flower on the other side is the flower that blooms on Huangquan Road.  Since flowers and leaves bloom in two different seasons, you cannot see the leaves when the flowers are blooming, and you cannot see the flowers when there are leaves. The flowers and leaves are not visible to each other, and they are inseparable.  It is also the only scenery and color on this long Huangquan Road.  People follow the guidance of this flower and lead to the hell of the underworld.  We were once the old spirits on the Sansheng Stone. We have been together for thousands of years, and we have seen all the fate, joys and sorrows in the world, and the cycle of life and death.  On that day, the Buddha said that you need to enter the world of mortals.  I asked the Buddha about our marriage, and the Buddha closed his eyes and said, "We only get married once in a lifetime." I asked the Buddha: Looking back a thousand times in the past life is only a passing by in this life.  A thousand passes in the past life, in exchange for one encounter in this life.  A thousand encounters in the past life are exchanged for one acquaintance in this life.  A thousand acquaintances in the past life are exchanged for one acquaintance in this life.  A thousand acquaintances in the past life are exchanged for one love in this life.  But seriously?  The Buddha smiled and said nothing.  I fell on the other side of the Wangchuan River and was born on the banks of the Santu River. This place is gloomy and desolate.  There is only one bridge, and the old man on the bridge who has been guarding a pot of soup every year.  All kinds of people walked past me.  Walked onto the bridge, drank the soup in the bowl, and hurriedly walked off the bridge.  When some people walk by, I will hear the lingering sobs, the promises of life and death.  I feel pity, but the old man on the bridge seems to hear nothing, and still takes the soup as usual to deliver it to the people on the bridge.  As time went by, I realized that this bridge was called Naihe Bridge, this old man.  Call her Meng Po.  Demonic dance and show of power I asked Po Meng, what was that sound?  Po Meng said that it was unforgettable love and unforgettable hatred, and it was the most useless oath in the world.     turn out to be.  The soup in Meng Po's bowl is called Meng Po soup, which can make people forget their past lives. If people on the bridge drink it, they will forget all the grudges and sorrows of this time and then wait for the next reincarnation.  I asked Po Meng if he would also forget me?  Po Meng was silent.  I asked Po Meng when my flowers would bloom.  Po Meng said that when it blooms, it will bloom.  I look forward to the flowers blooming.  Looking forward to blooming the most beautiful face, looking forward to meeting him once in a lifetime.  Po Meng looked at me and sighed.  It¡¯s the other side of autumn again!  I wonder.  So, I learned that the three days before and after the spring equinox are called the other side of spring, and the three days before and after the autumnal equinox are called the other side of autumn, which are the days for visiting graves.  When autumn first came, I was surprised to find white flowers blooming on my own.  Like frost, like snow.  The entire Santu River bank was filled with money.  Po Meng said, there is the flower of the other side.  The road leading to the underworld is no longer lonely.  Flower of the other shore?  Is she talking about me?  No, my name is Manzhu, not Bian.  Year after year, I bloom on time on the other side of autumn, piece by piece.  I never saw him coming.  He came after all, and came in a hurry before I had time to bloom.  He hurried past me, and I called him desperately, Shahua!  Shahua!  He seemed to have completely lost his hearing, and he walked by in such a hurry that I couldn't even touch the corners of his green shirt.  I cry.  Po Meng said coldly, his name is not Shahua!  No, he is my Shahua, the Shahua on the Sansheng Stone.  When the tears could no longer flow out, I became silent.  Every autumn on the other side, I still open up silently and send away the souls who come and go one by one.  For a thousand years, I watched him rush past me without stopping or looking at me.  In this thousand years, he never came when I was in full bloom.  Another thousand years of time began and ended, and he walked onto the Naihe Bridge in a changing posture and picked up Po Meng's soup.  My tears flowed again and again, and my heart was broken again and again. I called him: Shahua, I am your Manzhu, don¡¯t you remember?  !  Finally, on the other side of autumn, when I was blooming white flowers, he came, covered with dust and a haggard face, came to my side.  I thought he would pass by in a hurry again and drink the Meng Po soup that made him forget me further and further.  However, when he walked past me, he slowed down and turned his head to look at me.  With just that look, the dry tears in my heart gush out like spring water; with just that look, thousands of years of stagnation in my heart turned into tears; with just that look, all kinds of resentment disappeared like clouds.  On that other side of autumn, I drove particularly fresh and pure.  It¡¯s thousands of years of waiting again, thousands of years of seeing him every year, every time he looks back, a deep scar breaks in my heart, year after year  I don¡¯t remember how many thousands of years we have met, but he suddenly stopped in front of me and muttered to himself, ¡°It seems familiar, it seems familiar¡­¡±  I was surprised, my heart was completely broken in that one, and the white flower turned tragically red at that moment, like fire, like tea, like blood  He retreated onto the bridge as if frightened, Meng Po soup spilled from the bowl in his trembling hand  The Infinite Remaining King From now on, on the other side of autumnAt that time, the Forgotten River was filled with bloody flowers, which were eye-catching, gorgeous and magical.  He came again when the flowers were blooming, wandering around me, lingering, and the moment he walked onto the bridge, he turned back and murmured, Manzhu?  Manzhu?  I have no more tears.  Po Meng let out a long sigh. This was the only sigh I heard in the past ten thousand years.  ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????mbOUTOUT  Thousands of times I looked back, rubbed shoulders, met, met, and got to know each other, the Buddha's words became reality one by one, so I opened calmly, fell calmly, and waited calmly for the love that will come a thousand years later.  Love came very calmly, but it was very shocking. He squatted down, kissed my face, and said softly, Manzhu, I will never forget you again, I want you to stay with me.  I looked at him suddenly, didn't he remember that Buddha said that we only meet once in a lifetime?  He looked at me with a smile, calmly picked a flower and hid it in his sleeve and walked onto the bridge. I saw him smiling at me as I slowly drank the soup.  A strange smile flashed across Po Meng's face.  The Buddha said that we have violated God's will and will never see each other again for eternity.  But he was smiling, smiling happily.  So he turned into the leaves on my stem. Only when the leaves fall can the flowers bloom. When the flowers bloom, all the leaves have fallen.  He said, we don¡¯t want to meet each other once in a lifetime, and we don¡¯t want to forget each other as strangers.  This is our eternal stay together, no more separation, no more forgetting!  Therefore, the Buddhist scriptures say: The flower on the other side blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never see each other.  Love is not cause and effect, fate determines life and death.  So, the Bana flower has another name in Buddhist language: Manzhu Shahua.  It¡¯s time for the flower to bloom, and we will stay with Mengpo Bridge forever There is a faint fragrance in the air, and the smell breaks into people¡¯s brains along their nostrils, making people think of the past involuntarily.  Think of those people in memory, think of those things in memory.  Countless regrets slowly flowed into people's hearts like rivers, and gradually turned into a vast sea, out of control.  Missing and regret can devour people's hearts, making them decadent and unwilling to move forward. Xiao Luan is also a human being, and he also has seven emotions and six desires.  Blood dripped slowly from the corner of his mouth and landed on the bright red Bianhua flower, but the color of the blood could not cover the redness.  Could the fiery redness of the flower on the other side actually be blood? Who was this blood shed for?  The footsteps fell slowly, and the numerous bright red changes were trampled to pieces by Xiao Luan's feet.  Xiao Luan's eyes were full of calm, and he walked forward step by step.  If behind you is your past, then move forward!  Now the gods have fallen, the ghosts have transformed into the world, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the underworld has become empty!  Xiao Luan wanted to move forward step by step, crush this blood-red flower, break this world, break this sky!  Even if he didn't know what was in front of him, Xiao Luan would not retreat, because if he retreated, he would return to the past, a past that nothing could change.  (To be continued)
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