True Immortal of the Netherworld

In the world of flowers, beauties are like flowers, and perhaps beauties are even better than flowers.

After a while, the beauty Yin Mengting closed her hands and lifted her eyelashes, her eyes full of clear autumn water.

Yin Mengting nodded slightly, and then said: "The flowers in this sea of ​​flowers are not ordinary flowers. They are all transformed by special spiritual power. The method is comparable to turning stone into gold. Fortunately, I am born with a green sandalwood physique. , you can distinguish the subtle differences. However, the restrictions in these flowers do not show any aggression. "

"So, this sea of ​​flowers is the expression of the formation restriction. Flowers can be imitated by the formation restriction, but the fragrance of flowers can also be imitated, which is somewhat incredible." The golden boy on the side inhaled the fragrance of flowers with his nose, and then said He said with a surprised face.

Flowers are good for the eyes, and their fragrance is good for the lungs.

"My seniors at the Golden Buddha Temple have really worked hard to create such a pleasing scenery during the war between humans and demons thousands of years ago. I can only say that our Buddha is compassionate." Huomou Tuo said with a proud face, as if this sea of ​​flowers was his own. The wealth that his father planted and left specifically for him.

"It's better for everyone to be careful and don't fall for the trap in the fragrance of flowers." Xu Yang reminded.

When Huomoutuo heard this, he couldn't help but tremble all over, his face suddenly turned ugly, and he quickly used his kung fu to seal his olfactory meridians. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that nothing was wrong.

Others also carefully sealed their own olfactory meridians. After all, the magic armored generals they experienced in the first level of space were really terrifying. In this deep space, such a peaceful sea of ​​flowers suddenly appeared, and the atmosphere changed so much that it was unbelievable.

"I just vaguely sensed that there is a special kind of spiritual power fluctuation in the north of this place, but it is not offensive. Maybe it is the exit of this space. As for the Buddha's relic, I didn't feel it at all. It's probably not in this space. Yes." Yin Mengting said.

Huomoutuo glanced at Yin Mengting secretly and murmured in his heart, he didn't expect that this beauty was not only good-looking on the outside, but also really capable on the inside.

Then, Huomoutuo raised the red fire purple gold bowl in his hand and slightly activated his magic power. The prohibitions on the sitting Buddha engraved on it immediately came alive. Those sitting Buddhas twisted the beads in their hands, and the surface of the purple gold bowl vibrated slightly, making a soft popping sound. Immediately, a circle of spiritual power fluctuations that could not be detected by the naked eye was transmitted.

Not long after, Huomou Tuo collected his skills, and then affirmed: "Donor Yin is right, the Buddha's relics are indeed not in this space. Otherwise, the restraint of the seated Buddha on my purple gold bowl will definitely be sensed."

"In this case, let's go to the north and have a look. However, everyone must be vigilant at all times to prevent falling into the Buddhist restrictions in this space." Qingyan Monk said.

A group of seven people quietly shuttled through the sea of ​​flowers, not easily touching a petal, and headed towards the north of the sea of ​​flowers.

"It's really strange. Logically speaking, the Five Buddhas Vajra Formation is a powerful array. How can it produce so many beautiful flowers?" A'Zhu asked while admiring the picturesque scenery in front of him.

"A layman once said, "Flowers are not flowers." The Zen philosophy is not something that a little girl like you can understand." Huomeduo performed Buddhist rituals with one hand, pretending to be a mysterious way.

"The flower is not a flower?" A'Zhu was confused when he heard it. He snorted and ignored it.

“A Zen master once said, “Whatever is in a person’s heart is what he sees.” "Sister A'Zhu's heart is like a bud, so she naturally sees flowers, even if this flower is not that flower." Yin Mengting said at the side.

Huomoutuo curled his lips and couldn't answer the words. He simply coughed twice and recited the Buddha's name, "Amitabha".

"Sister Yin is right, that's what I mean." A'Zhu said happily.

Unknowingly, half an hour passed.

Looking around, the world of flowers in front of everyone is still boundless. The red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, the right combination of colors, rich and beautiful but not messy, makes the viewer feel happy.

"The spiritual power fluctuations discovered before are just ahead." Yin Mengting gently twisted the green sandalwood beads in her hands. The green clouds were flowing on the beads, as if she sensed something.

"Look, everyone, it's a butterfly." A'Zhu pointed to the opposite side and said loudly.

Everyone followed the sound and saw dozens of colorful butterflies flying up and down on the surface of the sea of ​​flowers, chasing each other in pairs, lusting after the fragrance of flowers, or dancing gracefully alone, adding a touch of vitality to the originally static scene of the sea of ​​flowers, making it even more interesting. Beautiful.

What's amazing is that every time these butterflies flap their wings, they will shed dots of colorful light spots, connected into a piece, like a jumping rainbow, like a dream.

"They are spiritual butterflies. These butterflies have strange spiritual energy fluctuations. Moreover, each one is different." Xu Yang said after using the Flame Spirit Eye to observe carefully.

"These spiritual butterflies don't look aggressive at all. I wonder what kind of restrictions are hidden in this sea of ​​flowers." The golden boy on the side said.

At this time, the three-death skeleton lying on Guigu Zan's shoulder seemed to have had enough sleep. It stretched and clicked its mouth. Two blue spots of light jumped out of the originally empty and dark eye sockets, and its gaze was also attracted by those spiritual butterflies.

Even the black-scaled dragon Minglin lying on Xu Yang's shoulder said stupidly: "Although there is no fight, it is good to see these butterflies here."

When Xu Yang heard Ming Lin say these words, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. When did Ming Lin, who had always liked violence, learn to appreciate flowers?

Xu Yang subconsciously activated the dolphin brain splitting technique.

But at the next moment, a feeling of happiness filled Xu Yang's entire brain.

This feeling of happiness is like a transparent thread that goes straight into the deepest part of your heart, excavating the happiest moment in your memory.

Suddenly, Xu Yang felt as if he had a pair of butterfly wings, flying across the colorful time and space, arriving more than ten years ago.

Qingshi Town, Lehu Winery.

Zhao Min, wearing a blue floral dress, greeted her family for dinner.

"Yang'er, go call your father for dinner."

"Okay." Little Xu Yang, who was only five or six years old, said happily.

"Dad, it's time to eat." Xu Yang ran to the door of the inner room and shouted loudly.

"Here we come." After saying this, the door curtain of the inner room was opened from the inside, and a middle-aged scholar with a gentle appearance and wearing a blue scholar's shirt walked out. It was Xu Yang's father, Xu Wanli.

"Dad, does your head still hurt?" Little Xu Yang held Xu Wanli's big hand and asked with concern on his face.

"It's okay, dad has this old problem. It's just that once the headache breaks out, he can't be of much help. It's really hard for your mother to be alone." Xu Wanli said.

"And me, daddy. Did I just help my mother clean the house and arrange the tables and chairs?"

"My son, you have grown up." Xu Wanli gently stroked little Xu Yang's head with his hand and said kindly.

"You two, please sit down quickly. Today I specially made the "osmanthus duck" that you two like to eat.

"Dad, you sit down first." Xiao Xuyang said, moving a chair outside.

A family of three, sitting around the dining table.

On the table.

On a blue and white round porcelain plate in the middle, there is a cut sweet-scented osmanthus duck. The skin is white and the meat is tender, with a light salty aroma that is as good as the nose, attracting saliva in the mouth.

Xu Wanli picked up a piece of plump duck meat with the chopsticks in his hand, put it in Xu Yang's bowl, and said with a smile: "Yang'er, eat more. Grow taller soon and become a man in the family."

"Thank you, Dad." Xu Yang picked up the duck meat in the bowl, put the whole piece into his mouth, and stuffed his mouth full, like a small bun.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." Zhao Min on the other side said carefully and concernedly.

Chew it big, it's salty, sweet and refreshing, the texture is soft and tender, the skin is fat and the bones are fragrant. Little Xu Yang's mouth is full of oil.

"Ms. sir, let me pour a glass of wine for you so that you can sleep more peacefully and avoid headaches at night." Zhao Min said, picking up a jar of wine on the table.

There is a diamond-shaped red paper label affixed to the surface of the wine jar, with the words "Eighteen Fall" written on it.

It is the "Eighteen Falls" wine brewed by Xu Yang's family. This wine is sweet and strong, but not troubling. It is said that as soon as this wine came out, some people were greedy for it. The drunken people were like stepping on cotton with their feet. They fell eighteen times on the way home, so it was named "Eighteen Falls".

For a real alcoholic, drinking as much as possible until you fall down without holding on to the wall is the best way to enjoy it.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."

The mouth of the wine jar tilted, and a wisp of silver wire fell down, causing ripples in the cup, and the aroma of wine overflowed.

"It's strange to say that I have a headache, and all the medicines prescribed by the doctor are ineffective. Only this "Eighteen Drops" wine can relieve the symptoms of headache. It's really the fate of God that I came to this Lehu Winery, and it's just the right time. I met you." Xu Wanli looked at the lady opposite and said with a happy face.

After drinking two glasses of wine in a row, Xu Wanli started talking more.

"Yang'er, what kind of person do you want to be when you grow up?"

"When I grow up, I will be a seeker of immortals like my father, learn the magic of immortality, eliminate evil and promote good."

"Have ambition. Come, come, daddy will reward you with a sip of wine."

With that said, Xu Wanli took a wine cup.

"How can someone who owns a winery not know how to drink? Yang'er, since your father lets you drink today. From today on, you will be the real man of our Lehu winery." Zhao Min picked up the wine jar and gave it to Xu A thin layer of wine was poured into Yang's wine cup.

Little Xu Yang licked his lips, sniffed hard with his nose, then picked up the wine cup with both hands and raised his neck.

This is Xu Yang's first time drinking. He used to watch the customers in the wine shop drink. Those guests always like to tsk their lips, as if they can't bear to miss a trace of the aroma of the wine. Little Xu Yang was watching from the side and felt that drinking was a very beautiful and happy thing. But because he was too young, his mother did not allow him to drink.

This time, his parents agreed to let Xu Yang drink, which really fulfilled a long-standing wish in Xu Yang's heart.

When the drink enters your mouth, it is sweet and spicy. It enters your throat and warms you up. It enters your belly and ignites your whole body.

Warm and warm, just like the concern of parents, happiness is nothing more than this.

At this moment, with his family by his side, he is a happy "alcoholic."

From then on, Xu Yang officially embarked on the road of being an "alcoholic".

A moment in my memory, a moment with my parents, a moment of great happiness.

Xu Yang, who was in a sea of ​​flowers, had twinkling eyes and a face overflowing with happiness.

It was as if he was already one of those spiritual butterflies spreading their wings and flying in the sea of ​​flowers.