Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 545 On the Bank of the River of Forgetfulness, Rest with You. 2

Chapter 545 On the Bank of the River of Forgetfulness, Rest with You. 2
Later, when she went to Huangquan Road, she had never seen the other shore flower that the master mentioned.

At that time, I practiced beside my master, who always looked for the legendary Bianhua. The master would watch the astrology and calculate gossip. He always said that the Bianhua bloomed at the junction of yin and yang, and could communicate with ghosts and gods.

If you can find the other side of the dry bones, you can open the door to the Nine Nether Hell.

Before the next round of reincarnation, she seemed to hear the light sigh of the boy in white: "Light up a furnace, and dry bones can grow flowers on the other side..."

At this time, Fu Yuejun didn't know that when he entered Huangquan many years later, the Huangquan, which was covered with yellow sand for [-] miles, finally bloomed flowers from the other shore.

"Ignite the consonance, and the dead bones give birth to flowers from the other shore?"

Holding the lantern, Fu Yuejun repeated it in a low voice, suddenly his eyes went dark, and he fell down, as if he had fallen into the abyss of a long and long dream.

Waves of gentle and lingering songs floated in the darkness, faintly visible, as if floating from a far away place, or as if they were close to her ears, and fell into her ears, becoming a swan song.

The long and deep female voice, singing an ancient tune, penetrated thousands of miles of time and floated into her ears.

The faint fragrance of rhino horn penetrated into the tip of his nose, and a beautiful figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and then Fu Yuejun heard a long, long voice, like a spring breeze, full of indescribable sadness and desolation.

she says:

"On the bank of the River of Forgetfulness, rest with your face, in the mud, entangled with your hair, nothing to express your heart, only a wisp of soul, ignite a heart, and the dead bones give birth to flowers on the other side."

The wind swept across the eight hundred miles of Huangquan, and the plain-clothed figure suddenly turned around, looking back at her with a slight smile.

Turning around, the face of the woman in plain clothes appeared in front of Fu Yuejun's eyes.

The skin is like fat, bright eyes and black eyebrows, cherry blossom red lips are full and moist, a gentle and elegant smile, bright red cinnabar under the corners of the eyes, extremely enchanting and noble.

The lanterns fell, and that face, like the stars and everything in the sky, became the most beautiful picture of beauties in the gloomy old days.

Fu Yuejun's whole body trembled violently, his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

Every inch of skin on this face, every facial feature, every downcast smile is exactly the same as hers, without any difference.

Fu Yuejun never knew that there was another woman who looked exactly like him in this world, so who was she and where did she come from?

"By the river of Wangchuan, I will rest with you, and a rhinoceros will be ignited. Eight hundred miles away, the yellow spring can be born on the other side." The woman smiled softly, and her eyes flickered, mostly shining: "I am a Buddha spirit!"

The woman stood there holding the faint blue soul-inducing lamp, emitting an eternal light, making it difficult for people to approach.

Fu Yuejun felt a chill down his back, and he clenched his palms and asked calmly, "Who is the Buddha Spirit? What is this place?"

"This is the Zhaixing Building, which is the top of all living beings." The woman smiled lightly, a burst of white mist suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, Fu Yuejun opened his eyes, and was suddenly overwhelmed by the scene in front of him.

This building goes straight into the sky, covered by the overwhelming starlight, people feel like walking among thousands of stars, surrounded by stars that are easy to pick, shining with mysterious light.

On the wide rooftop, the woman was dressed in white with fluttering skirts, as if her whole body had been integrated into the stars, and the falling stars cast countless brilliance on her body.

She is a woman like a god.

(End of this chapter)

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