Full-time comprehension

Chapter 53
I saw a flower pot hanging on a branch of the osmanthus tree, but the strange thing was that the plant in the flower pot was not a leafy plant, but a bare withered rotten wood.

Master Kongzhi saw that everyone was puzzled, so he stood up and gently took down the flower pot.

"It's all dead, why is the master still planting it in a flower pot?" Ye Xing asked in surprise.

"Not dead!" Master Kongzhi growled in a distorted voice.

Perhaps aware that he was losing his composure, Master Kongzhi glanced at Ye Xing, who was a little astonished, and said, "Amitabha, I have lost my composure. But benefactor, please don't say that this flower is dead." Master Kongzhi stroked it lightly This dead plant.

That gentle movement made Lu Ming and the others feel that Master Kongzhi was stroking his lover, soft, loving and warm.

"But...it..." Lu Xue looked left and right to see if there was even a trace of life in this plant, it was obviously a dead plant!
Seeing Lu Xue's expression of wanting to ask but not daring to ask, Master Kongzhi sighed slightly and said, "Are the three benefactors interested in listening to the old monk tell a story?"

"Master Kongzhi, please tell me!" Lu Ming's face was a little solemn when he saw the potted plant, so he said it first.Naturally, Lu Xue and Ye Xing would not disagree.

Legend has it that there is a nameless flower in the fairy world, which blooms silently in the garden of an immortal emperor.

Among the thousands of flowers blooming, she is really too inconspicuous, and she is often bullied by the flowers.However, the young gardener in the Immortal Emperor's Mansion took great care of every flower, and did not ignore her because of her inconspicuousness, on the contrary, he took more care of her because of it.In this way, the nameless little flower developed a feeling of admiration for the gardener.

Everything in the Immortal Emperor's Mansion has an aura, even these hundred flowers are no exception.Every few hundred years, there will always be a flower that is successful in cultivation and changes into a human form.They are beautiful when they are still flowers, and they are even more beautiful when they are adults.

Without exception, these flower fairies who have achieved true fruition have all become the wives and concubines of that fairy emperor. This is their fate and they cannot get rid of it.

Day after day, year after year.Under the care of the young gardener, the nameless little flower was finally taking shape.

When a beautiful fairy stood in front of the young gardener, the gardener just asked, "Please... is there anything wrong with the fairy?" A small nameless flower.

When the fairy told the gardener who she was, she also told the gardener that she had fallen in love with him when she was still a flower.

"But fairies..." The gardener was still a little apprehensive.

"Call me Huarong!" Huarong said softly, "Are you worried about the Immortal Emperor? It's okay, we can leave this Immortal Emperor's Mansion!" Huarong's voice was gentle but firm.

"The Immortal Emperor is not in the mansion these few days, we will leave tonight!" The two agreed.

It's a pity that they didn't make it, and how could they guess the ability of the Immortal Emperor.

The Immortal Emperor was furious, because he had already regarded the flowers in the garden as his own taboo, and could not allow others to touch them.Now Huarong, who was supposed to be her concubine, fell in love with someone else, especially a gardener in her mansion.How could he, as an immortal emperor, endure this?
Regardless of Huarong's begging, the Immortal Emperor wanted to kill the gardener wholeheartedly, and killing the gardener was just a matter of thought.

But the Immortal Emperor suddenly changed his mind. It would be too cheap for them to kill him. Aren’t you in love?

The Immortal Emperor, whose life is almost endless, seems to have found a game to keep him from being bored.

So the gardener was erased by the Jade Emperor and sent to a temple to practice. Aren't you in love with each other? I will let you become a monk. Monks are not allowed to approach women.The gardener who has lost his memory has forgotten his past and his beauty!The gardener who devoted himself to practicing Buddhism gradually achieved success, and was finally taken in by the Buddha.

Huarong was also punished. Not only was she beaten back to her original shape, she was also cast by the Immortal Emperor to only bloom once a year, and only for a moment.Fortunately, Huarong's memory is still there and has not been erased by the Immortal Emperor.

Huarong knew that on the last day of each year, the gardener would go down the mountain to pray for the world, so Huarong chose to open at that time.

It is a pity that thousands of years have passed, and the gardener has not stopped because of a nameless flower on the side of the road, not once.

The Immortal Emperor succeeded!
As expected, they met each other and did not know each other. How did the gardener who was close at hand know that there was a nameless flower silently blooming just beside the path he walked, right under his feet, calling his name with all his strength; The nameless little flower was exactly what she cared about in her previous life.

The farthest distance in the world is not parting between life and death, but watching the person you love walk by, but he doesn't know anything about it!
He just lost the memory of his previous life, so he doesn't remember me.Huarong comforted herself like this, maybe he will remember me in the coming year, I must bloom the most beautiful flowers for him!So a new wait begins again!

The gardener made great progress under the guidance of the Buddha, and finally achieved a positive result.

The memories of the previous life flooded in like a tide, and a woman named Huarong filled his mind.Scenes of this life also emerged one after another, flowers blooming and falling again and again, expectations and disappointments again and again, passing by each other again and again, ignoring and ignoring again and again.

Every time a flower blooms, the flower is blooming with life. The flower that has not been cultivated in the past thousands of years blooms smaller every time, but no matter how small the flower is, it is still extremely beautiful.

"Hua Rong!" the gardener cried out in pain, desperately going down the mountain to find this woman who has guarded him for thousands of years.

"If you recognize each other, you will harm her!" Buddha's voice came: "The Immortal Emperor knows that you recognize each other and will definitely harm her again. Last time it was you, this time it might be her!"

The gardener stopped in his tracks. The Buddha said it was right. Going to know each other by yourself would harm her.

Therefore, on the last day of each year, the gardener went down the mountain as before, and the flowers still worked hard to bloom themselves, but as it has been for thousands of years, the gardener did not stop for half a minute.

No one knew that the gardener would slow down his rushing pace slightly when passing by the nameless flower, and did not see the tears remaining on the gardener's face when he passed by the nameless flower.

The farthest distance in the world is not that I walk past you and cannot recognize you, but that I clearly recognize you but still pretend not to know you, pass you by indifferently, and cool down your fiery heat again and again heart of.

When I cultivate to the level of Immortal Emperor, I will take you far away.So the gardener began to retreat, but the more he practiced, the more the gardener felt that he was farther and farther away from the immortal emperor.

How many years he has not been down the mountain, Huarong felt that his life had come to an end, waiting without hope was about to exhaust Huarong's life.

"The origin of the origin and the end of the relationship end, and the flowers bloom and fall to the dust." The Buddha found the gardener holding the withered flowers: "Only if you give up your cultivation can you keep her alive!"

The gardener didn't hesitate at all, pouring all his cultivation into the withered branches of the flowers.The Buddha's light flashed into the whole branch.

"What is wrong with you to suffer so much!" The Buddha sighed, looking at the gardener who had lost his cultivation and was getting old: "Let's go, go to a place where the immortal emperor can't find it!"

A flash of Buddha's light flashed, and the gardener walked through countless spaces and infinite planes with a withered flowery face, and finally arrived at a place where even the immortal emperor could not find it!
(End of this chapter)