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Cheng Hanzhou's tea house has been open since the Republic of China to the present, except for a few regular people, most of the people who greet and send off are still-those things.

"Boss Cheng, let me have a pot of tea." This is "he" No.40 who came to this teahouse three times this year. The reason for using double quotation marks is because this "he" cannot be called a person, he is from Fuyushan The mountain god is called Maolu (tuo four tones), he should have lived in Fuyu Mountain all his life, but he came to the world just to find a bodhi tree.

"There is no bodhi tree in Fuyu Mountain," he said, "but she eats vegetarian food and prays to Buddha, and even dreams of a bodhi tree."

The "he" said she is the flower god of Fuyu Mountain, named Hu Shu. The flowers of Fuyu Mountain bloom once every 3000 years, and the flowers bloom without leaves, and the leaves have faded.And Hu Shu, who has been standing in front of the longevity flowers all over the mountains and plains, began to study Buddhism during the unbearable boring time.

Maolu lowered his head, and his long silver hair fell loose. He heard that the Bodhi tree has no roots, but he didn't know where to find such a rootless tree.

Cheng Hanzhou took a cup of boiled water and handed it to Maolu. Maolu raised his head in surprise and asked, "Is there no tea left today?"

Cheng Hanzhou laughed, sat down and looked directly at Maolu and said: "If you think it is a cup of tea, it is a cup of tea; if you think it is a glass of water, then it is a glass of water."

"There is no bodhi tree. If you think it exists, it exists. If you think it is not there, you will not be able to find it if you search thousands of mountains and rivers."

After Maolu left, Cheng Hanzhou opened the dusty book of life and death, looked at it, and rubbed the cat beside him.The cat was also docile, rubbing against his palm and purring softly.

"Are you thinking about this too?" Cheng Hanzhou's voice was very gentle. He lowered his eyes, looked at the names ticked off in the book of life and death, and fell into deep thought.

It was still noisy outside, but Cheng Hanzhou's thoughts stayed on the day before yesterday.

"Hu Shu, you're not going to be a flower god anymore, and you're going to sing with the troupe?"

Hu Shu nodded and said, "It might be more interesting to follow the troupe."

"That Maolu..."

"I sent him away, and after he has traveled to famous mountains and great rivers, he may come back and find that I am not the only flower god worthy of his obsession in this world." Hu Shu's eyes are beautiful, like a pool of clear water, She looked into the distance, thinking about tomorrow and the future.

Cheng Hanzhou glanced at the book of life and death, Hu Shu's Yangshou, sighed and did not speak, but bid farewell to the old friend with a cup of tea.

Hu Shu practiced again and again in the theater building, but still felt very dissatisfied, and the sound of footsteps behind her slowly sounded.Hearing footsteps...is it Master?

"Master, are you here?" She didn't turn around, and was still surprised why the master came up to the theater in the middle of the night.

No one answered, the cold wind slapped her costume, Hu Shu turned her head, but she was so frightened that she screamed repeatedly.

Rows of charred corpses hung in the theater building, surrounding her.Hu Shu was so frightened that she turned around and ran away, only to find that the door to the entrance had been closed by someone at some point!

Corpses were floating in the air, the air was getting hotter and colder, and in the reddened and distorted air, Hu Shu's pupils shrank violently, and she saw—a group of people in costumes in the sea of ​​flames Fleeing in a hurry, tripping over each other's bodies, the flames burned on everyone's body, scorching the costumes and scorching the flesh and blood.

One after another, the screams filled Hu Shu's ears. Just as she was about to run away, a scorched hand was put on her shoulder, and the miserable cry was getting closer.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

The flames burned to Hu Shu's body, she struggled in pain, flapping the flames on her body, the scorching fire made her unable to breathe, the feeling of her body being scorched turned out to be excruciating pain with a trace of unbearable coldness, she watched helplessly Seeing himself being burned to the bone, and lost in a daze for a while, a longevity flower slowly disappeared in the sea of ​​flames...

The next day, the death of another person in the theater caused a storm in the city. It turned out that there used to be a theater troupe in this city. In the fire, the entire theater troupe was spared.

On the day of the performance, Cheng Hanzhou also came to the venue. He saw Hu Shu, sitting in the vacant seat in the first row, next to Mao Lu who was holding her hand tightly...

"Meow..." The meowing sound awakened Cheng Hanzhou, who was in deep thought, and he asked the cat with a smile.

"You want to ask how Maolu died, right?"

The cat nodded.

Cheng Hanzhou gently smoothed its shiny fur, and said with a low smile, "You can never tell about the things in the world, who knows?"

Fuyu Mountain finally has a bodhi tree, and finally there are four seasons of flowers that appear at the same time. The city to the south of the mountain and the sea also has a legend about the mountain god and the flower god.

The author has something to say:

I'm not feeling well today, and I'm not in a good state. Let's just watch another episode.