Those Things About Reincarnation to Help Her Mother

"My lord, you haven't finished the story at noon." Liu Ye suddenly remembered the story interrupted by Jenny at noon.

"What story?" Annie, who was in a daze, was taken aback.

"It's the story about the name of the Bianhua flower." The little girl changed into a nightgown and sat on the sofa, as if listening to Annie's b.

"That..." Annie thought for a while, it seemed that she was going to tell (blind) stories (suddenly) stories (you) to the little girl at noon.

"What version do you want to listen to?" Annie raised Erlang's legs. He changed into a pair of loose shorts and short sleeves, and his white calves were dangling in the air.

"What version?" The little girl looked puzzled.

"There are more than a dozen versions of this story that I know of, and there are all kinds of versions, depending on your preference." Annie said shaking her head, whetting the little girl's appetite.

"I want to listen to the one that my lord sister likes the most." The little girl thought for a while, and gave Annie the right to choose.

"My favorite version is a very long fairy tale, and the flower of the other side is just an episode." Anne remembered the story in a novel that she didn't know.

In fact, there are indeed many legends about the Bianhua, there are Chinese versions, and there are also versions from other countries. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death. The Chinese version involves a series of stories such as Meng Po, while the foreign version is much simpler, because after all, the origin of this flower is China and the island country, and it is best at making up stories.

"Yezijiang, go and get something to drink. I'll tell you the story of this flower." Annie sat up, placed the largest pot of Bi'an flower in the space ring on the coffee table, and took out a small folding fan. A small piece of wood, I don't know where this guy got it. The folding fan is the kind of small fan worn by ordinary noble girls. Annie's is a relatively plain one, without embroidery or anything. The piece of wood is Annie's. It's inside the space ring that comes with the body. I don't know what it is for. The emerald green color contains pure life energy. It is cut into a cuboid that is as long as a palm and two fingers wide. It is engraved with patterns, and it seems that there should be another piece. , the pattern of the two pieces can definitely be put together, but Annie can't find the other piece here, I don't know if it's lost or what.

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The abnormal opening method of the first volume 63. Digging a hole for storytelling is so cool

"My lord, there are juices and liqueurs here, can I?" After a while, the little girl came back with several drinks.

"Yes, yes." Annie took a glass of juice, gulped down two sips, and the little girl with willow leaves sat on the sofa beside her and waited for Annie to tell (nonsense) stories (nonsense) stories (light).

"Okay, then I'll tell you my favorite story." Annie saw that Liu Ye was listening carefully, so he also sat upright, took the small piece of wood and patted the coffee table, making a sound Crisp sound.

"Injury is the worst in late cool days, haggard and unbearable. Invite wine to stimulate the intestines and get drunk for three cups, find fragrance and dream about the cold at five o'clock. The hairpin head and Feng Xieqing have tears, and the tea flowers are not for me. The small building is lonely and new Yuyue is as difficult as a hook." After Annie's words fell, Liu Ye's face was unclear and serious, and the system burst into laughter.

"Fuck, have fun with the hammer." Annie expressed strong dissatisfaction with the system.

"Master, when did you change your career as a storyteller?" The system's voice seemed to be holding back a laugh.

"It feels so good to tell a story like this, you know a hammer." Annie didn't think how funny she was like this at all.

"Master, please continue. It's cool next to me." The system lost its voice.

"What are you doing?" Another voice interrupted Anne's storytelling program. Looking up, Vera was standing on the stairs.

"Tell a story, do you want to hear it?" Annie shook her folding fan.

"What story?" Vera walked down the stairs and sat beside Liu Ye.

"It's a story with many flower names." Annie pointed to the Bana flower on the table.

"Speaking of this flower, where did it come from, Jenny said that she has never seen it before, and she is an expert in this field." Vera leaned on the sofa and poured herself a glass of wine.

"I keep it in my collection, but there is no other place." Annie shook the folding fan.

"Oh, it's called Lycoris, isn't it? What does the name say?" Vera seemed to remember the name Annie had mentioned.

"It's also called Bianhuahua. What I want to tell is the story of this name." Annie pointed to the potted flower on the table.

"Oh? Then I want to listen too." Vera became interested, put down her glass, and was ready to listen to Annie's nonsense. In this way, Annie's audience increased to two people.

"If you want to talk about Bianhuahua, you must also talk about Yincao Difu, Meng Po and Huangquan Road, Wangchuan River, and Naihe Bridge." Annie cleared her throat and began to be his storyteller.

"If you want to ask what is the underworld, there is something to say. If you are in this world when you are alive, your soul will go to another world after death..." Annie said that she was suddenly caught by Wei. La interrupted.

"When the strength reaches a certain level, the strength of the soul will become higher. After death, the soul can be kept out of the body for a period of time, and it can also be attached to some objects to maintain its existence."

Annie slapped her forehead, mother, forgot that one can practice in this world, it is a fairy tale on earth, but it may come true here.

"And some mages who specialize in the soul can even exist in the state of the soul out of the body." Vera made another stab.

Annie nearly sprayed Vera's face with a mouthful of old blood, but classmate Annie couldn't let the first book of Mr. Storyteller be folded in the hands of the audience, he had to come back.

"The living beings will disappear one day, except for certain existences. They will return to the underworld one day. There is a saying called reincarnation, which says that living beings have actually lived in the world once before they were born. The last time it was a woman , This time it may be a man, this time it may be a human, and the next time it may be an orc. Life and death are like a cycle, and the reason why creatures forget their previous lives is because they drank Meng Po soup..." Annie spit Xingzi flew around to popularize the theory of causal reincarnation to the two of them, and successfully attracted the two of them.

"When it comes to Mengpo soup, of course we must talk about Mengpo. According to legend, the soul must first pass through the gate of ghosts, walk through the Huangquan Road, go to the bank of Dewangchuan River, drink Mengpo soup, and walk across the Naihe Bridge before entering the underworld. Reincarnation." Annie paused, and found that the two listeners had been attracted by his story, she was secretly satisfied, and continued to start his big deception.

"Let's talk about the gate of ghosts first. This is the pass leading to the underworld. Only the dead can see it. Once you step in, there is no turning back. After passing the gate of ghosts, you will be the road to Huangquan. The roadside of Huangquan is full of flowers from the other shore. A thousand years, flowers fall for a thousand years, the flowers and leaves are born and never seen, missing each other forever, there is a river at the end of the road, named Wangchuan River, the river is blood-yellow, and it is full of orphans who cannot enter reincarnation Souls and ghosts, the end of the Wangchuan River is the sea of ​​suffering. There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering. Ghosts who cannot reincarnate will struggle in this sea of ​​suffering. Although it is said that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, there is still a ray of hope. Then you can enter reincarnation." Annie is actually a bit talented, and with his slightly magnetic voice, and imitating the tone of the storyteller, it really caught the two listeners to death.

"There is a Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River. It is the only way from Huangquan Road to the underworld. Only after entering the underworld can you be reincarnated. At the end of the Naihe bridge, there is an old woman named Meng Po. She set up a big pot at the end of the bridge. It is Mengpo soup. Ghosts will lose all their memories if they drink Mengpo soup. Past life and present life. The whole life of love and hatred, the ups and downs of the first life, all the gains and losses, are completely forgotten with this bowl of Meng Po soup. Those who care about in this life, and those who hate in this life will be strangers in the next life, and will never know each other." An Ni Duan I took a sip of the fruit juice to moisten my throat, and telling stories was also quite exhausting.

"The Naihe Bridge is divided into upper, middle and lower layers. The upper layer is red, the middle layer is black and yellow, and the bottom layer is black. The lower layer is more dangerous, and it is full of lonely souls and wild ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. Those who do good deeds in life go to the upper layer, good and evil. Half of the people go to the middle floor, and those who do evil go to the lower floor." Annie stopped here, put the folding fan on the coffee table.

"The background introduction is probably over. If you don't talk about these things, the story of Bianhua cannot be told."

The two didn't respond. Annie's story was too much information, and they needed to digest it, but there was nothing they could do about it. Huaxia's myths had a complete system and worldview, so complete that it was hard to believe that they were fairy tales, as if they were real. same as existence.

"Is this really just a legend?" Sure enough, Vera raised this question.

"I think it should be." Annie spread her hands, this thing can't be explained, as if he was time travelling.

"You continue." Vera signaled Annie to continue the nonsense.

"The story of the Bianhua flower I told is related to this Meng Po. This ugly old woman at the head of Naihe Bridge is just her changed appearance. Her original appearance is a peerless beauty who is unparalleled in the world. It is extremely chaotic. Everyone will have the memory of the previous life when they are born. All the hatred and grievances can't be ended, and the war can't stop. Meng Po is the daughter of one of the overlords in the war. Her name is 魃. She is not only beautiful, Wentao and martial arts are also rare, and the overlord also said that she is a treasure. As the saying goes, heroes come out of troubled times, and heroes are matched with beauties. Ba fell in love with a general under the overlord. This general's name is Ying Long... ..." Annie paused when she said this, opened the folding fan and placed it in front of her as a poss.

"Ying Long is also born with an incomparable beauty, heroic and unrestrained, both civil and military. Even Ba admires him deeply, and Ying Long also loves Ba. The two of them are like a couple of gods and gods, but war is always cruel. During the great battle, Ying Long single-handedly beheaded the head of the enemy and more than half of the enemy's generals, and finally died of exhaustion. The news reached Ba's father, who blocked the news while grieving, saying only that Ying Long He disappeared because he was afraid that Ba would be too sad and die in love, and buried Ying Long's body in the ends of the earth, the ends of the earth are the ends that can never be found." Annie put down her folding fan and sighed softly.

"Bai's father never thought that his daughter's love for Yinglong had already exceeded his expectations. After learning the news of Yinglong's disappearance, Ba began to search for the trace of Yinglong all over the world. One year, ten years, For a hundred years, she has traveled to every corner of the world, but she has never found a trace of Ying Long. Her father couldn't bear his daughter's behavior, so he finally told Ba the news of Ying Long's death and the place where Ying Long's body was buried. Ba did not cry, because she had shed all the tears in the past hundred years, and her sorrow also dispersed all the water elements in a radius of thousands of miles. , buried herself next to him, her feelings and thoughts turned into a flower from the other side and bloomed in front of the grave. This flower blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. We will never see each other again." Annie gently fiddled with the petals of the Bianhua flower in the flowerpot, and did not continue talking.

"And then?" Seeing that Annie stopped talking, Vera asked, she was past the age of listening to love stories, unlike the tearful little girl Liuye.