Every story has a cause and effect.
This extra story is about the first encounter between the water god Luolin, the flower god Zifen and the Emperor of Heaven.
It’s the night at the end of March.
No matter how clear the waning moon is, it casts itself in the dark night sky and becomes a drop of titanium white that happens to fall on the brush.
It is about to be submerged in the ink wash. , quiet and fragrant.
A forest of blooming crabapples could not withstand the thick darkness, and had already fallen asleep.
The night wind blew by, and I saw a mellow light approaching gradually in the distance, like a chrysanthemum floating in the deep sea.
When the light-splitting flower came closer, it turned out to be just a lantern with a silk cover.
The ignorant orange gathered the person holding the lantern in the center of the halo.
Looking at the hair on his head, he turned out to be a young boy.
He raised his eyes to look at the moon, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his eyes were filled with clear light, which actually compared with the moon that was unique to the human world that day.
The child bent down and squatted down beside a weeping crabapple.
He put down the lantern, held up the branch that had been broken at some point with one hand, and took out a silver-white silk ribbon from his arms with the other hand to wrap the broken branch in a circle and fix it.
After tying a wishful knot again, I let it go with confidence.
Turning around and looking at the fallen place, he frowned his delicate eyebrows, a little unbearable.
When I was about to pick up the lantern and leave, I saw a glimmer of light coming out of the pale pink and bright red petals all over the ground.
It seemed like there was a bulge.
The moon was sparse and the lights were sparse, so it didn't look real from a distance.
The child felt a little strange in his heart, but he was not afraid.
He picked up the silk lamp and stepped forward to take a closer look.
When the layers of fallen buds were brushed away, it turned out to be a messy swaddling clothes.
The faintly seen color just now was the color of the brocade used in the swaddling clothes.
A baby in the swaddling clothes had his eyes closed, and if it weren't for a striking and winding smile on the corner of his mouth, The blood stains and the peaceful and quiet state can make people mistakenly think that they have fallen into a sweet dream.
The child was shocked and reached out his hand to reach under the baby's nose.
The breath was so weak that it could not come in or out.
The child was so anxious that he didn't care that he was not tall enough.
He picked up the baby, put down the lantern, and staggered towards the white wall and black tiles outside the forest.
Behind him, Cong Cong Haitang woke up.
The night wind is like a slow breath, and no one knows when the first begonia will bloom in early spring, just like no one knows when the spectrum line of fate will open its net.
"Master, Master!"
the shouts of "Master, Master" were frequently heard inside along with the frantic footsteps outside the corridor, but the person lighting the lamp in the room seemed to have not heard it, focusing on the paper in his hand without moving his eyes even half a centimeter.
After the child broke through the door and knelt down in front of him to touch a stick of incense, he raised his eyebrows, put down the book, and revealed a face that was pure and celestial, with a childlike face and white hair, and it was difficult to tell his age.
"What's the matter?"
The sound is like mellow wine, gurgling.
"The disciple found this little baby in the forest outside the house and begged the master to save his life."
Seeing the baby's breath weakening, the child's lips turned blue as if he was feeling it, and there was a layer of heart-wrenching pain on his face.
The old god held a string of beads in his hand, twisting them calmly, "This is not a little doll, but a lotus petal in front of the Buddha's throne.
It accidentally entered the wheel of cause and effect and reincarnation, and the lamp was extinguished.
As a result, Fang fell through the gaps in the light."
On my three islands and ten continents, his soul should have been destroyed.
If you can save his soul, Luo Lin, you must be compassionate to all things in the world.
You must know that all things have their own natural laws.
Opportunities are determined by nature, and evil will occur if you go against them."
"Master, if I can keep a ray of her soul, I am willing to bear the consequences of this backlash."
The child's clear eyes were so sharp that the rock could not be turned.
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The old god closed his eyes and sighed.
The broken petals flow like broken pieces, and they have been scattered for thousands of years without being noticed.
For thousands of years, the girl has grown into a young girl named Tingting, and the boy has turned into a young man named Yuxiu.
Catalpa trees grow in the south of the Yangtze River, and they burn with youth.
He called her Zifen.
In the 86,000th year of Tianyuan, Lord Doumu Yuanjun, the mysterious spirit of the Three Islands and Ten Continents, passed away.
He was left with two disciples, the eldest disciple Sishui and the last disciple Zhanghua.
Lord Luolin, the God of Water, is known to all the six realms for his graceful and stunning appearance, which inspires pity in the hearts of the world.
Zifen, the flower god, is rumored to have a heavenly appearance, but she is aloof from the world and has a dull temperament, so no one has the chance to meet her.
All the stories in the world are nothing but birth, separation, death and farewell.
There are many things involved in the world, nothing more than love, hate, affection, and enmity.
Why love, why hate Everyone says: The biggest fear is that the relationship will be deep and the relationship will be shallow, and there will be no destiny.
As everyone knows, shallow love, deep love, entanglement and torture are the nightmare.
In the 118,400th year of Tianyuan, the prince of the heaven dreamed of entering the realm of Taixu.
He saw a woman walking by the misty lotus pond.
The fragrance was fragrant, and flowers bloomed in her steps.
Looking back for a moment, the sky and the earth were pale.
She was shocked and fell in love with him.
He vowed to find this girl in heaven and on earth.
One day, the prince of heaven accidentally entered the earthly world.
It was the beginning of spring in the twenty-fourth solar term.
He passed by a small garden and heard the sound of silk and bamboo coming leisurely.
Although it was a cold and cold spring, the flowers in the garden had already revived.
At that moment, some thoughts came into being.
Interested, stop and enter the garden.
Under the peach trees in the garden, there are three or two musicians playing silk and bamboo accompaniment.
Once in a lifetime, the two actors' sleeves are flying, and their singing is so breathless that the garden is full of spring.
It is exactly "If you don't go to the garden, how can you know the beauty of spring?"
However, even the beauty of the peach blossoms cannot compare to a curling figure standing silently in a corner of the theater.
This person is none other than Zifen, the flower god who descends to earth to cloth flowers.
Inspired by the opera, he stopped in his tracks.
Listen carefully here.
Xiaosheng sang: "I happened to be in the garden and broke off half a branch of a weeping willow.
Miss, since you are familiar with poetry and books, why don't you write a poem to appreciate this willow branch?"
Huadan Linghua half-hides her face: "I have never met you before, why are you here?"
Once in life, eyes are locked and lingering.
Just when he was wearing iron shoes and couldn't find anything, the prince suddenly saw the person in his dream, and he was filled with joy and sorrow.
He was happy that the beauty was not a non-existent person, and that she belonged to a family of gods.
However, he was sad that the beauty was actually a lonely and unhappy flower god in the six realms.
If you want to win your heart, it may not be easy.
In the theater, Kun Opera is lingering, and the lyrics are still going on.
However, the ordinary people who sing the opera do not know that a piece of singing by an oriole has actually fulfilled the love of a fairy marriage.
On the second day, a banquet was held for all the immortals in heaven.
All the immortals in heaven and on earth were invited, and the flower god was no exception.
During the banquet, a stage was set up, and a play was performed as if it were a mortal.
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The gods were so surprised that they stopped talking and listened intently.
As the music began to play, the flower gods in the audience felt that it sounded familiar.
After a closer look, it turned out to be the music that they had heard in the mortal world yesterday.
They couldn't help but feel curious.
When they looked up, they were facing a pair of loving eyes on the stage.
It was the colorful clothes that entertained the beauties.
Seeing that the Flower God was happy to listen to the mortal Kun Opera, the prince of heaven learned it all night long, hoping that the music and lyrics would convey his love and attract the beauties' attention.
In the melody, there is a saying: "It turned out that the colorful purples and reds were blooming all over, like this, they were all given to the ruined wells and decayed walls.
The beautiful scenery in the good time is not in the sky.
Whose courtyard is full of joy and pleasure, the clouds are rolling in the evening, the clouds are green, the rain is blowing, the smoke is like a boat.
People from Jinping think this time is so mean."
After that, the prince of heaven invited the flower god to heaven to listen to the play every now and then.
In the play, the couple was in pairs, and their affection was gurgling.
Kun opera is originally affectionate and specializes in love.
It was originally sung by the Sutra of "Things" It also became a "love affair".
In addition, the prince treated each other politely and affectionately on weekdays.
The flower god was not deeply involved in the world and had a simple mind.
How could he not fall into decline over time.
Little do you know that all the dramas in the world are beautiful fairy tales written by men to women.
The romance in the beginning and the happiness in the end coax women all over the world to believe in love and fate.
She originally lived in the heart of the Buddha, and was not disturbed by the worldly world.
She was ignorant of all things in the world.
He is an arrogant prince, romantic and passionate, how can he be trusted for a long time?
Once you enter the mortal world, all the conditions are wrong, wrong, wrong: