All living beings in hell

Chapter 52 Brief Note [-]. Manzhushahua

Coming out of the office, walking across the long bone beach, thinking about the appearance of Naihe Bridge in my heart, my footsteps naturally moved in that direction.

The bone fragments on the bone beach made a crisp sound of breaking and rubbing under my feet. Listening to this sound, I felt extremely happy.I closed my eyes and let my body be my own navigation. When the sound of bone shattering no longer came from under my feet, I opened my eyes, and the Bridge of Naihe was in front of me.

"My lord, I expected you to come today, and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Po Meng leaned against the bridge, rubbing a strand of hair with both hands.She is wearing a light orange sari today, long golden earrings, nose chain, golden bell decorations on her hands, her eyeliner is much more charming than usual, and she looks like an Indian dancer.

"Didi brought two jars of wine to visit me two days ago. One jar is made from night bell seeds. Drinking it makes people have a headache and insomnia. The other jar is said to be made from the manjusawa you planted. I haven’t tasted it. Since I lived in hell, I haven’t stopped, and I’m tired. I want to go out and relax. I want to go to your flower field.”

"The wine made from night bell seeds is an anecdote in the Three Realms. You can stand here and talk to me after drinking the wine made from night bell seeds, which is considered a bit of practice."

"What would happen if you drank the wine made by Manzhu Shahua?"

Granny Meng narrowed her eyes and looked at my face: "I'm afraid we will meet again in the next life, my lord who writes."

I froze for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Granny Meng smiled slightly, and continued: "You are not the only one who is going to visit the flower field today, but the other guests haven't come yet, so let's welcome you first."

"The other guests are...?"

"Several gods from India are coming to the flower field to pick flowers today, but it doesn't matter, they should be later."

"Then trouble Meng Po to lead the way."

"Didn't you see Manjusawa when you died?"

"Why did you see Manjushahua?"

"Oh yes, I'm sorry that you died in hell as a mortal. I forgot. After all, you, the writer, died in a special way."

"Special... well."

Po Meng walked in front of me, and the golden bell fragments on her body made a rustling sound when they collided together: "Manjusawa blooms at the junction of the world and hell, and there are many places in the gray junction of the world and hell, which are neither yin nor yang." Land. Manzhushahua flower fields count as one, your office counts as another. Most of the dead souls, if they didn’t fall off the suicide cliff or were washed ashore from the sea of ​​blood, most of them would wake up from the flower fields. "

"Well, I heard a guest mentioned that I woke up in a flower field."

Granny Meng stopped and turned to look at me: "Okay, close your eyes."

"Why is it the same as kidnapping, and you still can't see the way to go?"

"I let you do this for my own purpose. You close your eyes quickly."

"No matter what happens next, don't open your eyes."

"What happens when you open your eyes?"

"I'll be blind."

I didn't know if she was lying to me or if she was really blind, but I obediently closed my eyes.The index finger and middle finger of Granny Meng's right hand were tightly pressed against my forehead.A strong sense of dizziness accompanied by a strong sense of weightlessness came from my lower abdomen and chest, and my whole body seemed to be thrown into the air.

"When writing, you must never open your eyes, you must not open your eyes."

Just as I was about to open my eyes, I closed them tightly again, holding Granny Meng's arm tightly with one hand.

"Fa... what happened... what?"

"The process of jumping in space will be more uncomfortable, it's almost there, it's almost there."

I clenched my upper and lower teeth together, feeling like I was about to lose consciousness, but I couldn't faint.Just when I was about to be tormented by this weightlessness to the critical point, all perceptions suddenly disappeared, and I smelled the unique breath that belongs to the junction between the world and hell.

Granny Meng's voice rang in her ears: "Okay, we're here."

I opened my eyes, and the red flowers everywhere spread from my feet to the distant hills.

"Welcome to Manzhushahuahuatian." Granny Meng said softly.

I looked at the red flowers blooming everywhere, like flowing blood, with the call of the dead in the blood.My breathing became rapid.

"Never step on any flower."

"What happens if you step on it?"

"I'll beat you up."

"okay."

I walked carefully in the flower field.The density between the flowers is not so high that it is impossible to get a foot, but if you are not careful, it will really hurt the delicate petals.Holding my loose cloak, I carefully avoid twisting between the petals and rhizomes.Po Meng was not far from me, as if looking down in the flower field for something.She walked lightly and quickly, without even touching the petals of her skirt.

"My lord, this flower is yours."

Like dancing, Meng Po came happily on her toes, and put an extremely gorgeous flower in my hand.

I took this coquettish flower, the petals rolled inward, the long stamens dragged outside, and the red was shocking.

"Why is this flower my flower?"

"I didn't grow these manjusawa. It can only be said that I took care of this world."

"What does Po Meng mean by that?"

"There are rumors in the world, 'Whoever sees this flower will get rid of evil', do you believe this?"

"Naturally I don't believe it."

"Whether it is good or evil, there are too many rules set by human beings," Granny Meng brushed a budding flower bone with her fingertips, "Elimination of evil does not depend on flowers. If this flower can really eradicate evil, I will look at it like this every day." Now, I don’t need to practice anymore.”

I looked at the flower in my hand, obviously the rhizome had been cut off, but at this moment in my hand, it became more and more gorgeous, growing and blooming at a speed visible to the naked eye, almost burning to the peak of life.

"I still don't understand why this flower is mine?" I asked.

"I've been taking care of it for you since before you came to hell, so I naturally know it's your flower."

"What is 'my flower'?"

Granny Meng calculated with her left hand, as if she was planning something.She looked up at me and smiled: "You put it away first, go back and study it yourself. Several gods from India are coming soon."

I cupped my hands: "Then the writing will be done first."

I just turned around, looked at the endless flower fields behind me, and then slowly turned back: "How...how do I go back?"

Meng Po smiled: "It's the same, how did you come here, how did you go back."

I closed my eyes, and the feeling of weightlessness and dizziness came back as expected.I hold the Manjusawa plant tightly in my hand, and my sleeves protect its petals.When the body sensation faded, I returned to the office.The safflower is in my sleeve, blooming gorgeously.

I emptied a green bamboo pen holder, and inserted the manjusawa into the ebony pen holder.Such gorgeous flowers make this pen holder more simple.

I stared at this flower for a while, I don't know if it was tired or my eyes were dazzled, but I felt that the flower in front of me twisted from side to side like water waves.I reached out to touch the red flower, and the moment I touched it, everything around the red flower suddenly darkened.

(End of this chapter)