Taoist Quick Wear

"The soul is back, the soul is back..." A long and eerie chanting sound came from the white mist, with a hint of deception in its sacred solemnity.

Si Qingyan instantly felt that the surrounding temperature had dropped again, as if he was in the cold room of a refrigerator, and his blood was showing signs of coagulation... The white mist in the depths had condensed into frost and snow, but the bus was not disturbed at all, and the glass windows Smooth and clean as new.

This is a pale world. The moon hanging in the sky is like paper, cold and desolate, the boundless snow is rustling down, and the wind is whistling, as if there are many ghosts mixed in and enjoying themselves.

A yellow dirt road runs through the middle, and a dull-looking ghost can be seen faintly on it.

"This is the road to death. It is very unlucky for a living person to walk on the road to death."

Lao Wang was very sad, but he didn't have the courage to take back the steering wheel.

"It doesn't matter." Si Qingyan continued to drive forward and saw a large area of ​​blood-red flowers.

This flower is extremely beautiful, as if it were made of plasma. The petals are full and magnificent, and the delicate stamens move with the wind.

This flower is very domineering, covering the sky with red, blooming vigorously and happily. There are only two colors of red and white in the world. The red is redder, like a flowing river of blood, and the white is whiter, pricking people's eyes. It hurts and I almost want to cry.

The stagnant red in the sea of ​​flowers suddenly moved slowly. When she turned her head, Si Qingyan saw clearly that it was a faceless woman. Her long hair was like ink, scattered under the flowers. She slowly turned her head and faced Si Qingyan, her tone was soft and desolate:

"I've been waiting for you for thousands of years..."

"Do you know the pain of worry?"

As she got closer, the cold and spicy fragrance became stronger.

Lao Wang had never seen such a situation before, and he was so panicked that he immediately shrank under the car. She looks like a female ghost with a lot of resentment. Could she be here to seek revenge?

Si Qingyan stepped on the accelerator and planned to rush over. Lao Wang was hit with a clang under the car.

I am an emotionless car accessory, please ignore me for revenge...

Lao Wang cried silently under the car. This is my car. I should be in the car, not under the car.

"Why don't you recognize me..." She was filled with resentment, crying and complaining. Countless red flowers rose from the ground and suddenly gathered into a huge flower wall, blocking the bus.

She was wearing a long red palace dress. She was getting closer and closer to Si Qingyan, and her eyebrows became clearer. There is a bloody flower on the forehead, exquisite and enchanting, with flawless facial features, charming but not vulgar temperament, which is breathtaking. She stepped barefoot on the road paved with flower petals in mid-air, walking dozens of meters in a step, and arrived at Si Qingyan's side in an instant.

"you……"

A tear fell from the end of her eyes, her eyes lingering in her bones.

Si Qingyan let her point at the center of her eyebrows, and her thoughts instantly traveled through the millennium——

At that time, the underworld and the underworld were one and were called the underworld.

In the underworld, there are six paths of reincarnation, ten ghost cities, the Wangchuan River, and the Huangquan Road.

She is the flower demon Manzhu on the banks of the Wangchuan River. She has an alluring appearance and is obsessed with the leaf demon Shahua.

Those reincarnated lovers drank Meng Po soup by the Naihe Bridge, and their unresolved emotions and resentments were absorbed by the flowers and leaves. The resentment accumulated over countless years was too heavy. After being eroded by the resentment, Manzhushahua changed from being one with flowers and leaves to being separated from flowers and leaves. The flower demon and the leaf demon could never see each other again.

If there is no affection between flowers and leaves, it is nothing. But Manzhu likes Shahua to the point of going crazy. Although Shahua never responded, he did not accept any courtship from ghosts and fairies, and only guarded Manzhu silently.

When the underworld was shattered, Manzhushahua became one with flowers and leaves again. Those leaves protected the flowers and were cut into pieces by the chaotic laws of space. The whereabouts of the leaf demon are unknown, and the Manzhu Shahua in the underworld, which can absorb the negative emotions of the soul, never grows leaves again.

Manzhu stayed in the underworld, wandering on the roadside of Huangquan, waiting for Shahua to reappear.

It takes ten thousand years to wait.

She finally grew up.

Her face is only shown to one person.

Unfortunately, Wei Sixian, the reincarnation of Shahua, has died.

There will be no more Shahua in the world.

"I'm not him."

Si Qingyan had no sense of empathy.

"Then my Shahua...where did he go?"

The taciturn Ye Yao never said he liked her, but when faced with a life-and-death crisis, he sacrificed everything for her without hesitation. The ends of her eyes were reddish, with tears dripping down her cheeks, and her eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life. She was so sad that her voice was hoarse and choked several times when she spoke.

"If reincarnation is restored, maybe we can see each other again." Si Qingyan said warmly.

"I can't wait for that day..."

She sobbed and started to cry, her expression became more innocent and cute, full of childishness. The bloody pearl on Manzhu's forehead disappeared, and she changed from a peerless enchantress back to a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, with cat-like pupils with clear black and white eyes. Clear as water.

"I've waited too long..."

"I can't wait any longer...I want...to see him again..."

"I'm very obedient... I didn't cause trouble or bully the ghost... I'm waiting for him to come back... He said he would come back..."

She cried pitifully, with tears falling down her soft cheeks. She hurriedly wiped them with her sleeves, making her face turn red.

"If I can see Shahua again, please give it to him on my behalf. If not, please place this flower in front of his grave."

She clasped her hands together, bent down and bowed to Si Qingyan.

"Okay." Si Qingyan agreed.

"Thank you, sir." There were still some scattered tears in her eyes, her smile was very sweet, and she was a very lovable little girl.

In just a few breaths, countless small cracks opened in her body, and the sound of disintegration was as clear and crisp as porcelain breaking. Soon it dimmed and turned into pale powder, which was carried far and wide by the strong wind. …

She seemed to have seen something before disappearing. Her eyes were filled with unspeakable joy. She even opened her arms and flew forward. The strong wind blew by and she disappeared in an instant...

The bloody sea of ​​flowers instantly vanished into ashes, and a pure white Manzhu flower fell into Si Qingyan's hand. The petals are stained with rain and dew, like the round tears of a little girl.

Heavy snow fell, quickly burying the scorched black earth exposed after the sea of ​​flowers disappeared.

Lao Wang lay on the bottom of the car and just listened to the process. Tears couldn't stop in his empty eyes, and his face was covered with blood. Manzhuhua carries too many emotions and is born with strong appeal. It is normal for Lao Wang to be affected by the overflowing sadness.

"The flowers are all gone..."

He returned to the bus and looked around. The world was all pale and boring.

"There is only one left." Si Qingyan put the last pure white Manzhu flower in her pocket. The flower stem was a bit long and the flower was exposed from the pocket of the black windbreaker. The contrast between black and white gave it a strange and magnificent look.

Lao Wang glanced at the white Manzhu flower and felt that it was not stained by dust and should not bloom in the underworld.