Flower Demon’s Inn

When the bamboo was planted, it was an early morning ten years ago. A little boy was going to study with his parents far away, but he could n’t rest assured that he loved his grandmother, so he planted a small bamboo seedling in the backyard and told his grandmother to treat it as himself in the future. If you miss him, talk to bamboo, he Coming back soon.

Bamboo was born beside the Lingquan, and was consciously conscious. He listened to his grandmother every day and knew some things, which gradually became more reasonable. Day after day, year after year, I do n’t know how long it has passed. She gradually has a spiritual body. Although she cannot be transformed into a human body, she can also come out of the bamboo, jump around in the yard, and play with other monsters. Noisy.

Every time the sunset, the grandma had dinner and moved a stool to slap in front of it. Talk about today, laugh while talking, and wipe tears while talking.

It's strange why the little grandson didn't come back and didn't come to see grandma.

It was another ten years. It was floating around in the yard. Someone rode to the door and looked on the roof. Seeing that the man gave a letter to the grandma, after reading it, he returned to the room. He came out the next day, but his eyes were red and swollen.

By the time it responded, it had been cut. It widened his eyes and hurt. When they fell together, the snoring sounded. With a snap, he fell to the ground.

It was followed by cutting branches, splitting, and chipping, and wounding the granny several times along the way. These days, I haven't spoken ... it's a bit uncomfortable.

Every day it watched grandma shake the bamboo chip softly and weave it according to the drawings on the ground. It looked above for a while, and the stuff on the paper looked really good. Is it going to be made like this? It seems good to think about it. It was just off the ground, without the aura, and gradually lost consciousness, it thought ... It's a pity that it hasn't seen the shape, but it has no energy.

There were countless regrets in my heart, but there was nothing I could do. I don't know how long, and suddenly I heard Grandma's voice again: "Lotus, oh Lotus, help me find my grandson. Tell him, grandma misses him."

She opened her eyes slightly, the sun was shining, and her eyes closed again. Gradually used to the light, can not help but wonder. It's not surprising what this place is, but it's surprising that she went back to the yard again. Isn't she dead?

Looking down, raising her hands again, did she take shape?

I jumped a few times, and indeed had legs and hands. She immediately laughed and ran about in the yard. After changing back to the real body, after pondering for a long time, I realized that I had become the lotus lamp. Although ... is not the same as the drawing, it is not beautiful, or even a bit crooked, but she can be transformed into a person.

After a while, the door opened again. The grandmother stepped out and straightened the lotus lamp skewed on the wooden bench: "Tonight you can work harder."

She didn't understand, but why she felt strange.

As night fell, Wan Ye was silent. The grandmother carefully took the lotus lamp and walked towards the largest river in the town. She sits on the palm of her hand. The town is very lively. Many people are holding lights. It seems that only she is the ugliest. How beautiful others are.

When he got to the river, his grandmother searched for a place, and found a calm river, and thought for a while. She listened, and had heard it many times, and she could memorize the story of the little grandson. After a long time, everyone around the lamp had gone back, so she put a small saucer of oil in the lotus lamp, twisted the wick on it, lit it, and gently put it in the river. Find the grandchild ... tell him, grandma misses him very much. "

Just moments, full of thoughts like a surge, there is a bustling bloom in my mind. She suddenly remembered why she was born.

Day after day, the thoughts gradually came together. After turning into a lotus lamp, the thoughts were brought to the limit and finally formed her. She is not a bamboo essence or a lotus flower, but is made of mortal thoughts. They are weird, the weakest. Once that thought disappears, she will die.

She just remembered that to help grandma find her little grandson, to a certain extent, her life came from two people. It's time for grandma and grandson to repay.

Drifting all the way, avoiding one after another. She was even more frightened. She was eaten by the monster several times, but when she came to her mouth, she said, "It's not enough to jam your teeth." She threw her. She trembled back to the river, and Tongtong jumped in, continued to drift, and continued to say, "Don't eat me, don't eat me."

But she didn't find her grandson.

One month, three months, one year ...

It ’s going to be the Mid-Yuan Festival again, and her spiritual strength is not weak, it means that Grandma is still thinking about her grandson, and is waiting for her to take her back. The available ghosts told her that the little grandson was dead ... even if he died, there was a soul, didn't he?

Coming down the river that day, the river was turbulent and slammed into a stone blocking the road and passed out. In the dream, I heard someone yelling, and her nose was full of anger. She woke up in surprise, and she really saw a bunch of monsters, shuffled cards, quarrelled, and should be fierce monsters. She should be dead!

"She's awake."

I don't know who shouted, and someone immediately came over to watch. She shrank into a ball and was poked: "Little monster, our family crawled over to fish you up and saved your life, not a bad person."

Aren't bad people fighting with people? Do not believe.

"Little monster, I will eat you if you don't speak again."

Her heart fluttered, and she almost fainted. A moment later, there was another menacing voice: "You honestly explain, where did you catch the little monster?"

She hugged her head, squatted on the ground and didn't dare to move. After a while, the man said, "Where are you going? May I hold you back to the river?"

After talking about it, I touched her, scared her, looked up, and saw that beautiful face, and suddenly remembered the uncle next door that said, "Long beautiful women are bad women with viper hearts"! It looks so good, and you have to bring yourself back into the river. In fact, the subtext is "eat, eat, she"! If you think about it this way, you're too frightened, physically weak, and fainted on the ground.

After several days of getting along, she knew that the inn was a monster's stronghold, and the boss was the one named Spoon. It looked very powerful. After thinking for a long time, she finally decided to ask her to go to the underworld to help her find her grandson.

But the unwillingness of the spoon, embarrassed her for a long time, finally agreed to find it for herself. When she came back, she helped her to rub her legs and rub her shoulders, and she was guilty of watching her tired look.

After a few more days, she told herself that her grandson had been reborn and would not return. Later, it was said that everyone created a fantasy together, letting her transform into a grandson and make her grandmother dream. She thought about it and it worked.

She took the spoon sister to her demon dan, and she turned into a little grandson and went back to her home a year away. Although grandma was happy, she felt vaguely ... something seemed wrong. After eating, she helped her grandma to clean up the chopsticks, but she said, "Go and sit. I can be happy if you can come."

She froze, and was able to come, not come back ... She swallowed: "Grandma ..."

"You are not my grandson, I know."

Suddenly she was sad, listening to the calm tone was very sad. It turned out she had done so much in vain.

The grandma smiled calmly: "Thank you for your kindness wherever you come from and who you are."

She was stunned, crying and lying on her back: "Grandma."

A miracle like a farce ended like this, she didn't understand why she said she would bring the little grandson after reincarnation but she didn't. Aren't they the same?

In this world, she still has a lot of things she doesn't understand.

She returned the Yaodan to the spoon, and smiled at the peony flower who said she was going to take her back to the inn: "I will continue to drift and find the true meaning of surviving as a monster."

Although her demon power is very weak, that's why she needs to exercise herself better.

Saying goodbye to those kind inn monsters, she wandered in the river again. Stunned on the rocks, avoiding the monster who was going to eat her, even if it thundered and rained, he had to dodge seriously.

Biao Ah Biao, I don't know how long it has passed. The scratches on her body healed and healed again, but she never regretted it. She used to live for her grandmother, but now she has her own spiritual knowledge and is responsible for herself.

She has been wandering for a long time, and her courage has become a lion, and the ordinary little devil can't help her.

Until one day, she drifted into a turquoise lake, the water inside was cool, and her whole body melted into it, which was extremely comfortable. She tumbled back and forth many times until she soaked the bamboo body, only to feel that the wound in the bone healed.

Having fun, she suddenly saw someone coming out of the water, picking her up with one hand. A powerful immortal came, and she closed her eyes.

"Master Guanyin, I don't know how this lotus lamp appeared here. Shouldn't there be a gap?"

Goddess of Mercy? The Guanyin prince who rescued suffering and compassion? Opening her eyes slightly, she saw a magnificent but kind Bai Jingxian.

The boy said, "Sergeant, what should you do with it?"

The voice sounds like a spring water, slowly and slowly: "It is fate when you come. Little lotus lamp, you have good thoughts in mind, you can appear here. Would you like to become this lotus seat? Cultivation?

Then she dared to look directly at her, stuttering: "I, can I?"

Avalokitesvara smiled lightly and was full of compassion: "Yes."

She froze and fell down to worship: "The disciples would serve the prince for eternal life."

The words fell, the dew dripped from the clear bottle, and it has become the lotus seat. It is bright and not flaunting, and then the dilapidated bamboo lamp. This is not what she cares about most. Shinji. So, enough.