Impermanent Growth Manual

He didn't know Ergou's real name until he died. Even after he stayed in the underworld for so long and took charge of the book of life and death, he couldn't find any news about him from it.

He seemed to have evaporated from the world, and everything was eliminated from the book of life and death, and no one knew a little bit about it.

The clothes on Po Meng's body were flushed red by the manju flowers, and the red lines around her eyes became a little coquettish, very different from her usual kind and dignified appearance.

"Manzhushahua can never appear in front of people at the same time. When the flowers bloom, the leaves wither, and they are different from each other." Meng Po smiled and turned to Fan Wujiu, "But they are still here, even if they meet each other in a thousand years. , and they all kept it."

Fan Wujiu didn't know why Meng Po suddenly asked him to say such a word today, and then just asked, "Is there any way?"

"Of course there are." Manzhu appeared from the mist, and Fan Wujiu seemed to hear the ringing of the bell that sounded so familiar to him again.

Fan Wujiu looked sideways, and saw a figure in red with a lantern in his hand appearing in front of them.

"Emperor mother-in-law." There was a flower tin between the eyebrows of the visitor, as if it was still growing, swaying the branches and leaves from the inside out.

"Manzhu." Granny Meng smiled and nodded.

Fan Wujiu turned his head to the side, watching him floating in mid-air and gently tapping his toes on the ground, "You just said, what method?"

"I thought, you would ask me what the reason for this method can be solved." Manzhu chuckled, looked at the boundless sea of ​​flowers with indifferent eyebrows, and the bells on her feet began to jingle again, "Mother-in-law You called me here on purpose, but you still don’t know why.”

"The time has not come." Meng Po sighed, "You have the right to think that he asked you how to let you meet Sha Hua."

The corners of Manzhu's lips raised lightly, "Manzhu Shahua has been guarding this boundless underground king city since the beginning of Hades, and has seen the four seas turn from the sea to the mulberry field several times, but even after so many years, Shahua and I only have a thousand years Only then can we see each other when the Golden Crow changes positions."

"If you really want to stay together, you have to reincarnate all the rooted manjusawa in the underworld, and none of them will stay. But from before to now, who can do it."

Naturally, no one can do it.

Granny Meng sighed softly, all the manju flowers in the underworld are the flowers turned into flowers by people, gods and demons who do not want to re-enter reincarnation. One peanut and one leaf, this long There are many flowers on the long road, but there are no leaves below.

Manzhu didn't continue when she said this, she took a step back and gave a big gift to Po Meng, holding the lamp in her hand that seemed to never go out, and walked back to the direction she came from.

The sound of the bell gradually faded away with Manzhu's movements, and the fog-like obstacles gradually covered his figure and he could no longer be seen.

Fan Wujiu turned his head, and once again looked down at the large tracts of manjusawa in full bloom on the ground, and one or two small fairies that occasionally appeared by the roadside, and finally left here.

"What exactly does Granny want me to know?" Fan Wujiu frowned and asked half a step behind Granny Meng.

Many people—including Xie Bi'an, they seemed to know something, but they didn't tell him anything.

The time has not come, the time has not come.It is often perfunctory to say these four words.

"It's better for Chang'an to tell you personally about this matter." Po Meng shook her head wearily, stretched out her hand to caress her forehead, turned around and returned to the Emperor's Palace, her figure dragged a long shadow at the palace gate.

The four immortals who had been following her all the year round reappeared at some point, holding lamps, palms and fans.

Fan Wujiu stood in front of the closed palace gate for a long time before returning to the Hall of Impermanence with a cold face.

In the hall of impermanence, there are burning candles all year round. Inside are wicks made of the hair of the fairy holding the lamp in Putuohai. No matter what time of day, there is a very warm light and a faint scent of bamboo.

Fan Wujiu stayed in the hall for a while with a guilty conscience and gradually calmed down.

In fact, it’s nothing, Xie Bi’an will always keep many things from him, but he will always find out.

But even so, Fan Wujiu would always be unstoppably bored in the process of searching anxiously before knowing the truth.

"Let's all go down." He put Bai Guai aside and lay on his back on the soft white jade bed with his arms wide open, looking up at the delicate and complicated patterns on the top of the Hall of Wuchang.That is a unique crest that only Hades can have, and the one that belongs to Xie Bi'an is the inconspicuous Michelle Flower.

Xiao Xian'e, who was serving all around, bent her knees in response, and then walked out of the Hall of Impermanence one after another, and stood respectfully in two rows at the door.

When Xie Bi'an came back, he looked at the closed gate and the little fairy officials on both sides who seemed worried.

"What's the matter inside?" He smiled, and handed the things in his hands to Yan Jun who was standing beside him.

Yan Jun stretched out his hand to take it, and the expression on his masked face turned into a frowning look, his eyebrows drooped exaggeratedly, "I don't know what's wrong, God Lord Wu's Amnesty, he seems to be in a bad mood. The resentment emanating from Gu Ai made some little celestial beings a little bit unbearable."

Xie Bi'an looked sideways at the pale-looking Xian'e standing on both sides, waved his hand and said, "Take a rest today, I'll go in and have a look."

Yan Jun's expression suddenly changed, replaced by a smiling red face, holding his big belly like a tumbler, hopping away crookedly.

Xie Bi'an only opened the door when it was completely quiet in front of the door.

He had been standing in front of the door for quite a while, but Fan Wujiu didn't open the door for him...it's really uncommon.

"Amnesty?" Xie Bi'an approached and called out, the soles made of cloud brocade without a trace of dust stepped on the soft carpet without making a sound, only the soft sound of the clothes rubbing against each other.

Fan Wujiu responded dully, and then buried himself in his arms.

Xie Bi'an sat on the bed, hugged Fan Wujiu's head, and gently ran his hand through his hair, and said with a soft smile, "What's wrong? Who wronged you?"

The underworld is so big, maybe when he was young, who would want to tease him, like himself, want to make him cry to see what Fan Wujiu looks like when he cries.But he always has a straight face, meticulously doing what he should do, without any mistakes.

And it is very different from the general newly promoted Xiaoxian. Fan Wujiu has great abilities and high comprehension. He only needs to explain many things to him clearly about the basics and some difficulties, and he can learn very well by himself. It is not necessary for children in other families to find a teacher to teach them.

The reason why the underworld dared not tease him any more was probably because an evil ghost crawled out near the abyss, and the soldiers stationed there were over a hundred casualties. Fan Wujiu pulled out his sword without saying anything, and beheaded it After killing it, it was dragged to Shura Dao, and the evil ghost was thrown into it to refine it to produce Bai Guai.

Fan Wujiu shook his head as expected, then raised his face to look at Xie Bi'an with a focused expression, "No one bullies me."

"I'm just in a bad mood." He sat up, half-kneeled on the bed, buried his head in Xie Bian's shoulder, sniffed hard at the light fragrance that Xie Bian always had, and raised his head after a while, "I want tonight sleep with you."

Xie Bi'an blinked, looked at Fan Wujiu for a long time before nodding, "Okay."

When he was young, this child obviously told him something...how come he doesn't tell himself anything when he grows up.

Xie Bi'an was a little worried, stroking the soft hair of Fan Wujiu who was sleeping with his eyes closed on his lap, thinking silently in his heart.