The mistress of the god doctor kicked the vinegar vat again

Chapter 527
There was a downpour that day, and a large field of buckwheat flowers grew in the place where the young man died.

A piece of pink stretched out, like blood dyed all over the mountains and rivers, it was extremely beautiful.

Yun Jinli only saw that the situation in the sky was constantly changing, and that little bud gradually turned into a big tree.

However, a strange scene appeared, it actually flew up and flew towards Mount Everest.

In the end, it took root on the top of Mount Zhuyu, where there is the breath left by that boy.

Since it took root here, the waterfall at the top has never been frozen, and the clear stream has been flowing down, watering those beautiful flowers.

The spring rain moistens the peaches, the summer wind blows the lotus, the autumn frost dyes the osmanthus, and the winter snow touches the plums.

Cold comes and summer goes, I don't know how much time has passed, and some feelings continue to precipitate in the gap of time.

That big tree grew bigger and bigger, and Yun Jinli recognized this tree as the Youtan tree.

There was a bud on the Youtan tree, but it never bloomed.

Until that day, a young novice in a monk's robe passed by Mount Yuzhu and fetched water from the foot of the peak to drink.

The young novice has a delicate and lovely face, and the charm of the past can be vaguely seen.

That pair of clear and quiet eyes are reflected in the water waves.

The flower branches on the Youtan tree trembled, and a Youdu flower fell down and flowed in front of him along the waterfall.

A flash in the pan is just for you!

The little novice picked up the brilliant euphyllum, and the shadow of the flower swayed in his eyes.

He brought this flower to the temple, and for no reason, he just liked this flower very much.

Evening drums and morning bells, the years are silent.

He sat in the meditation room knocking on the wooden fish and chanting scriptures, his eyes drooped slightly, and under the dim light of the candle, he became hazy and blurred in the wafting fragrance of Sanskrit.

That euphyllum turned into a woman in white, with snow as flesh and jade as bones, with a graceful and graceful face, possessing the refined beauty of cereus.

She rested her chin on her hands, and sat quietly watching him, her pink lips raised slightly, revealing a sweet smile.

In her last life, she couldn't ask for his name, and even when he died, she couldn't bury him herself.

In this life, they met again. This was the meeting she had been waiting for countless years.

From the mouths of other monks, she knew his Dharma name, Lishu.

He is a very Buddhist monk with a high level of comprehension, and is favored by the abbot abbot.

Everyone believed that he would be able to Nirvana and become a Buddha, because he had never seen anyone with more wisdom than him.

She stayed by his side, watching him grow up gradually, lose his youthfulness, and become a handsome man.

"who are you?"

One day, Li Shu asked suddenly. He opened his eyes in front of the Buddha and saw her for the first time.

There was an aura about her that made him very kind, like the aura that accompanied him every day.

Although he couldn't see her at that time, he could feel her presence.

He didn't really see her until he opened his eyes.

"I am Qingyan."

There was a shy smile on Qingyan's face, like the epiphyllum blooming under the moon, even more beautiful than the bright moon.

The first time she spoke to him, she was so nervous that she was almost at a loss, her hands were intertwined and clenched tightly.

She has been by his side silently all these years, and she already feels very satisfied. She never thought that she could talk to him.

He had already forgotten everything about his previous life, and he didn't remember that she was that little bud, but she hadn't forgotten him.

"Are you that flower?"

Li Shu's calm voice fell slowly, and when he saw her nodding, he also smiled at her, like a gust of wind blowing across the surface of a lake, causing layers of ripples.

The Buddha said: "The six roots are pure, and the four elements are empty."

But the heart is moved, and I can't help myself.

Her bright and shy smile was imprinted in his heart, even if he recited the scriptures a thousand times, he couldn't fade out of his mind.

(End of this chapter)