The Secret History of Mars.

"What's so mysterious about the Mandala Garden?" Cui Xingmeng became interested and asked.

"To understand the mystery of the garden designed by Lucifer, you must first understand the relationship between him and the mandala." Parita, who was standing aside, saw that Ye Qinghe's expression was not good, and she didn't want to say that part of the story that was enough to subvert the Regarding human beings' three views, the words in the Mars history book took over Cui Xingmeng's question.

"When humans mention Datura, they are more often associated with negative words such as 'poisonous, hallucinogenic, and narcotic'.

As everyone knows, it is a poisonous medicine. It is also a medicinal plant that has been famous since ancient times and has accompanied almost the entire process of human civilization! "

In order to prevent the subsequent story from being too overwhelming, Parita tried her best to pave the way patiently.

"Datura is a medicinal plant?!" Cui Xingmeng had never heard of this statement before and was very surprised.

"Yes, Datura is rich in alkalis and a small amount of atropine. You must have heard of its medicinal name." Parita nodded.

"Medicine made from datura?" Cui Xingmeng's brain began to search frantically. Unfortunately, he didn't have much experience in medicine in his previous life. Even if he knew a little about alkalis and other chemical reagents, it was for archaeological renovation and avoid destruction. Just some basic common sense about pH in antiques.

"The ancient Mongolian sweat medicine uses the alkali of Datura to relax muscles and inhibit the secretion of sweat glands. It has become the 'treasure of victory' in swords and swords!"

Cui Xingmeng had only seen Mongolian sweat medicine in martial arts novels or TV series, but modern doctors always prescribe sleeping pills.

"The main ingredient of 'Mafei Powder' invented by Hua Tuo is also datura, and datura-based anesthetics have almost laid the cornerstone of modern clinical anesthesiology!"

After listening to Parita's words, Cui Xingmeng looked at the swaying sea of ​​purple mandala flowers at his feet and felt that it was no longer so weird, but more friendly.

"How come the mandala flower with such infinite merits has such a dangerous and terrifying image in the hearts of the people?" Cui Xingmeng was puzzled. Although she didn't understand anesthesiology, women loved flowers, and she still understood the flower language of various flowers. Clearly understood.

Although there are twelve colors of mandala flowers, except for the rare golden mandala, which symbolizes a born lucky person with endless happiness, all other colors have a dark side to a greater or lesser extent.

"This is about Lucifer and its origin!" Parita returned to the topic.

It seems that those who have anything to do with the devil Lucifer will have a bad end, and even the powerful faction among the flowers is not immune.

“The word mandala comes from Sanskrit, which means a mandala where all saints and meritorious deeds can be gathered.

When Sakyamuni successfully ascended to the Buddha's realm, the earth shook, all the gods praised him, flowers fell from the sky, and the ground was filled with colorful flowers.

And the 'smallpox' that appeared at that time was Datura Flower Tianyu! "Palita has seen the scene of Sakyamuni becoming a Buddha in the history books of Mars. It was a god-level civilization that waited for thousands of years before a human Buddha emerged. The scene was naturally extremely luxurious, compared to a palace made of gold. Welcome, the rain of mandala flowers is a grand gesture that is rare in thousands of years.

"It was during that prosperous age that Lucifer, who was still an archangel, fell in love with Mandala!" Parita changed the topic. The archangel, who is romantic and beautiful until death, has long been bored by the Seven Treasures Lotus that can be seen everywhere. , was suddenly amazed by the rain of mandala flowers in front of me, how could he easily let go of such a dazzling newcomer among flowers.

"What does it mean to be attracted to it?" Cui Xingmeng wondered what the consequences would be if an angel saw a flower.

"You know, in orthodox Buddhism, the mandala flower means happiness, and anyone who sees it will feel happy.

It contains the spirit of insight, transcendent enlightenment, and endless transformations. People with this spirit can become Mandala Immortals, that is, living Buddhas, and get tickets to advance to a god-level civilization in advance! "When Parita said this, she glanced at Ye Qinghe and saw that Ye Qinghe's face was ugly. As the last batch of Mandala Immortals, naturally he didn't want to talk about this unbearable past.

"Mandala Immortal, wow, you look so awesome!" Cui Xingmeng looked fascinated when he heard this.

"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point!" Seeing that Cui Xingmeng had been led astray by Parita, Ye Qinghe interrupted Parita's tirade.

"The point is, since Lucifer took notice, he began to domesticate the iterative mandala, gradually increasing the proportion of dark elements in its genes until he completely took it for himself!" Parita's lips curled up slightly. , seemed to enjoy the process of uncovering Ye Qinghe's scars.

"It can still be like this! What happened next?" Cui Xingmeng was fascinated by what he heard. He didn't notice the changes in Ye Qinghe's expression and tone, thinking that she just didn't want Parita to have too many trivial and detailed descriptions of this period of history.

"Later, on the day Lucifer fell, he staged a grand ceremony for the angels to fall in the divine world that was no less than the one when Sakyamuni became a Buddha. The rain he used was the mandala flower rain, but it was not golden! "Palita has always felt that gods, Buddhas and demons are from the same sect, it's just a matter of one thought.

"Then what color is his flower rain?" Cui Xingmeng tried to imagine the scene of the fallen angel falling into hell. The purple mandala should be the most suitable background.

"He used four colors, purple, blue, red, and pink. Naturally, they are much more flashy and bold than Buddha's!" Parita's tone was her usual indifference. Cui Xingmeng couldn't tell that she was praising her. Still sarcastic.

However, she quickly analyzed the four colors of mandala flowers in her brain!

The endless purple mandala in front of us is a well-known horror;

The blue mandala is not common. Its flower language is to deceive love, but it is very suitable for the image of Lucifer's debauchery;

Cui Xingmeng has never seen the red mandala. It is said that its floral fragrance has magical power and can evoke memories of life. For the Lord of Hell, who is in charge of the souls of evildoers after death, there is nothing more convenient than this to carry out the Doomsday Judgment.

The pink mandala is what Parita calls comfort, but he is a big devil. Even God can't do anything to him. What else does he need to be comfortable?

"These four colors are the mystery of Lucifer's mandala garden design on Pluto!" Ye Qinghe interrupted at the right time, ending Parita's explanation of the origin of mandala and Lucifer, and returned to the scene in front of her. To the point.

"But, I only saw the purple mandala, where are the other colors?" Cui Xingmeng thought that she didn't look carefully at the sea of ​​flowers on the ground, and deliberately stepped forward to take a closer look.

"Purple is just the first layer of warning. Of course you can't see other colors!" Ye Qinghe's words sent shivers down everyone's spines and they stared at their feet again.