Beast Summoner

Long Miaomiao was already crying in Li Zhenbang's arms. She could also relate to Yuchen's experience.

"How strong are they?"

"Two gold warriors, ten silver warriors, twenty-four black iron warriors, one sixth-level magician, two fifth-level magicians, and seven fourth-level magicians." Yuchen gritted his teeth and spoke each word one by one.

Said in words.

"I still say the same thing, it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. If you want to take revenge with your own hands, then you must learn to be forbearing. Your current strength is not enough for them to bite the bullet."

"Then how long do I need to endure it?" Yuchen asked anxiously.

"It depends on your own talent and hard work. If you still can't take revenge after ten years, I can help you then. Within ten years, I can provide you with some drugs that will not cause side effects, and at the same time, your health will be improved."

The speed of cultivation will be increased by at least twice, but you will serve me for life, and your life and death will depend on my thoughts."

"As long as you allow me to take revenge, my life is yours. I have absolutely no complaints!" Yuchen said without hesitation.

Li Zhenbang nodded, took some blood from Yuchen's body, made a puppet charm, and gave it to him.

After a brief rest, the four of them were on the road again. The frequency of the flashing of the two stones gradually increased, proving that there was no problem with their direction.

As everyone walked through the forest, the scenery in front of them suddenly changed to a sea of ​​flowers as bright as blood. The flowers were so coquettish and noble that it was amazing.

Long Miaomiao couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, what a beautiful sea of ​​flowers!"

After saying that, Long Miaomiao rushed towards the sea of ​​flowers.

"Miaomiao, be careful, don't pick them, just look at them. Their roots are poisonous." Li Zhenbang shouted hurriedly from behind.

Hearing that the flowers were poisonous, Long Miaomiao hurriedly stopped and stood on the edge of the sea of ​​flowers instead of rushing into the sea of ​​flowers.

"Do you know these flowers?" Long Miaomiao looked at Li Zhenbang in disbelief.

"These flowers are called Bianhuahua, also called Manzhushahua. There are many poignant love stories about them." Li Zhenbang looked at these flowers and said with a smile.

Hearing that there was a story to listen to, Long Miaomiao excitedly ran to Li Zhenbang, waiting for him to tell the story.

Yuchen looked at Li Zhenbang curiously, wondering what story he could tell about this flower.

Although the golden warrior was also very curious, he faithfully performed his duties as a bodyguard and paid careful attention to his surroundings. He did not approach Li Zhenbang, but he listened with his ears open.

"Do you still remember Po Meng in "Journey to the West"?" Li Zhenbang looked at Long Miaomiao and asked with a smile.

"Remember Mengpo Tang, Huangquan Road, and Naihe Bridge, right?" Long Miaomiao looked at Li Zhenbang with a smile, looking like a primary school student waiting for the teacher's praise.

"Yes, that's right, I have a good memory! There is only one kind of flower blooming on Huangquan Road, and that is the flower of the other side."

"Eh! It sounds so sinister." Long Miaomiao curled her lips and looked at the sea of ​​blood-red flowers in front of her.

Li Zhenbang smiled and then said: "There are many legends about this flower, so I will briefly tell you about it."

Although Yuchen had never heard of Meng Po or Meng Po Soup, he still looked at Li Zhenbang expectantly. At this moment, he put aside the self-blame and regrets along the way and listened to Li Zhenbang's story attentively.

"This flower on the other side is said to bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and the leaves and flowers will never be seen. Of course, this is just a legend, and it will not actually last that long. Of course, it is true that the leaves and flowers will never be seen, and this

This is where the legend comes from." Li Zhenbang looked at Long Miaomiao and Yuchen and said with a smile.

"There were once two magical beasts, one was the flower demon and the other was the leaf demon. They had guarded the Bianhua flower for thousands of years, but they could not see each other. Because the flower god stipulated that the Bianhua flower would have no leaves when it bloomed, and they would grow after the flower fell.

Leaf. The flower demon and the leaf demon know each other, but they can't see each other, so they miss each other."

"Finally one day, they wanted to meet secretly. After meeting, they discovered that the flower demon was a beautiful and elegant girl, and the leaf demon was a handsome and unrestrained young man, so they fell in love. That year, like blood,

The delicate Bianhua flower has grown green leaves, and the green leaves make the red flowers look even more gorgeous."

"But the flower god knew about this, and the flower god sent them into reincarnation. As a punishment, they became the petals and leaves of a flower on the other side, enduring hardships in the human world for life after life, and never being able to be together."

"The flower gods are so abominable, they are so pitiful!" Long Miaomiao's eyes were red, and she was about to break the dam. Yuchen only clenched his fists, obviously he also sympathized with the experiences of the flower demon and the leaf demon.

"After countless years of reincarnation, Buddha went to the other side of the Forget River in the underworld and passed by here. He saw this other side flower and saw the mystery in it. The Buddha picked the other side flower and said with emotion: You missed each other in the previous life, but you can't see each other in this life.

Love cannot stay together, countless reincarnations, separations and reunifications are just fate coming together and fate disappearing. I can’t help you resolve the curse of the Flower God. I will take you to the other side of the Forgotten River and let you bloom everywhere there!”

"Buddha passed by the Santu River, and the river water wet the flowers on the other side. When he reached the other side of the Forgotten River, he found that the blood-red flowers on the other side had turned into white. The Buddha pondered for a moment and smiled and said: Great joy is not as great as great sorrow. Remembering is worse than forgetting. That's right. How can we distinguish between right and wrong? The Buddha planted the other shore flower on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness and named it Mandala flower."

"Mandala flower? I've seen it before, but it doesn't look like this." Long Miaomiao frowned and said.

"The mandala flower is not a mandala flower. You can call the mandala flower a mandala flower, and the mandala flower is a mandala flower."

"Oh, it looks like this! Why do they look different?" Long Miaomiao nodded.

"The Buddha didn't know that the red color of the Bana flower remained in the Santu River, wailing all day long, making those who heard it sad and crying. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva took out a seed and threw it in the river, and a flower became even more red than the previous Bana flower.

It grew from the river. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva took it in

Holding the hand in his hand, he sighed: You escaped and found great freedom. Why do you want to leave this boundless hatred in this hell of boundless sea of ​​suffering? You can be a messenger to guide the dead souls to reincarnation! There is a mandala flower on the other side.

, just call it Manzhushahua!"

"From now on, there are two kinds of flowers on the other side of the world. One grows on the other side of the Forgotten River. It is white and flawless and is called Mandala. The other grows on the Santu River and is blood red and beautiful and is called Mandala."

After Li Zhenbang finished telling his story, Long Miaomiao and Yuchen remained silent for a long time, unable to calm down.