Udumbara flower
"I can answer your questions." She could answer her questions.
"What."
Fu Qingsu's sudden words made Song Yuanyi unable to react at all.
"You asked me what choice I would make if I encountered the same thing as you."
She can answer her questions.
"Okay, let me listen."
Song Yuanyi listened.
"I would make the same choice as you."
It's even already being done.
As soon as Fu Qingsu finished speaking, Song Yuanyi turned into starlight and floated into the sky.
Fu Qingsu looked at the stars floating in the sky.
There was no sadness or joy on his face.
Fu Qingsu returned to the apartment from Yuanqing Mountain.
If it were usual, Fu Qingsu wouldn't feel that way.
But he couldn't help thinking about Song Yuanyi, thinking about every word Song Yuanyi said.
She and Song Yuanyi experienced different things, but made the same choices.
So she knew the knot in her heart and chose not to persuade her to eliminate her obsession.
What is the difference between her obsession and her obsession? The final result is the same.
She slowly stood up and came to the place where the Udumbara flower was placed. Suddenly, Fu Qingsu stopped walking and stared at the Udumbara flower whose pure white petals were slowly blooming in front of her.
It seems like he can't believe that the Udumbara flower has bloomed.
Fu Qingsu slowly came to the Udumbara flower, knelt in front of it, tears and joy in his eyes.
"Finally it blooms, finally it blooms." He murmured to himself.
It bloomed. She had waited for so long, fifteen hundred years, and it finally bloomed.
It's finally open.
The flowers bloomed and smiled gently.
With white fingertips, she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
The cold and elegant face, the smile at the corner of the mouth is like a flower blooming in the desert.
There was a gleam on his fingertips and he was chanting a spell. When the spell in his hands was about to be completed, a cold voice interrupted Fu Qingsu.
"Fu Qingsu, have you really thought it through?"
But Fu Qingsu did not stop at all.
A ray of light interrupted Fu Qingsu's spell.
Fu Qingsu looked towards the source of the voice and saw a handsome man in a black coat with a sharp look in his eyes.
"You can't stop it."
The man took a few steps with his long legs and came in front of Fu Qingsu, his eyes scanning the Udumbara flowers that had already bloomed.
The fingertips gently touched the pure white petals.
"You've really thought it through."
The man asked Fu Qingsu again.
"Didn't you know the answer a thousand years ago?" Didn't he know the answer a thousand years ago?
What she had always wanted was something Fu Qingsu had decided a thousand years ago, when he started to become a ferryman.
The man seemed to have anticipated Fu Qingsu's answer and said with regret, "You are willing to let Fu Qingsu give up his chance to become a god."
Fu Qingsu asked him, "Am I still qualified? My hands have been stained with so many lives, am I qualified?"
"Regardless of whether I have the qualifications or not, I will never become a god."
Qualified or not, Fu Qingsu would not choose to become a god.
"You are still as stubborn and obstinate as you were a thousand years ago."
The man felt a little disappointed.
"For thousands of years, you have passed through so many ghosts and seen all kinds of human life. It's time for you to attain enlightenment and become a god."
Over a thousand years, he witnessed all kinds of human life and listened to the obsessions of countless ghosts. He should have attained enlightenment and become a god, but in the end, he was burdened by his past.
"Yan Wang, I am willing to be the ferryman, resolve the ghosts' obsessions, and ferry them to the underworld. This is all because I want to get my people back, so that they can return to reincarnation."
Fu Qingsu was willing to be a ferryman in order to save my people from reincarnation. Even though he knew that the price would be to disappear into the world, Fu Qingsu was still willing to do it.
Because as long as the Udumbara flower blooms, Fu Qingsu can make a promise.
She wanted to use this promise to allow her people to return to the cycle of reincarnation and no longer suffer endless punishment.
"The price for your people to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation is your disappearance."
Of course, the King of Hell knew that Fu Qingsu was willing to become a ferryman because of her people.
If Fu Qingsu chooses to let her people return to reincarnation, the price will be disintegration.
"Fu Qingsu, if you weren't a witch, you wouldn't have the chance to obtain the Udumbara flower. You would just be like an ordinary ferryman and wouldn't have such an opportunity."
If he were an ordinary ferryman, he would never get the Udumbara flower, nor would he have the opportunity to become a god.
"I know everything you said. I don't care whether I can become a god or not. My only hope is that my people can return to reincarnation."
It doesn’t matter to Fu Qingsu whether she can become a god or not. The only thing she cares about is that her people can return to reincarnation.
Letting the tribe members return to reincarnation supported Fu Qingsu through the long and lonely thousand years.
"Never mind."
The King of Hell was defeated.
He said with some regret, "You had the opportunity. If you hadn't committed such a heinous crime, you should have become a priest a thousand years ago. You still have the opportunity a thousand years later. It's a pity that you still chose to give up."
If Fu Qingsu had not had the opportunity, how could he have had the chance to obtain the Udumbara flower.
It was always a destined opportunity, but it was a pity that Fu Qingsu had to give up the chance.
In exchange for her people being able to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation and avoid the suffering of hell.
"Become a god? Ever since I diverted the waters of the Li River and flooded Li City, what qualifications do I have to become a god?"
From that moment on, Fu Qingsu was not qualified to become a god.
"Even my people are unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation because of me. Everything I do now is to allow my people to enter the cycle of reincarnation. My demise is my atonement for the innocent and tragic deaths of the people of Licheng."
Her people were unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation because of her, and the people she killed were innocent.
Not becoming a god and having his soul and body disappear is the ending that Fu Qingsu should have.
Suddenly I thought of Song Yuanyi. She and her path had different paths, but they ended up in the same destination.
"You're still like this. I won't try to persuade you anymore. After all, you don't listen to my advice at all. There's no point in saying anything more."
The King of Hell knew that the decision Fu Qingsu made a thousand years ago had not changed until now, so it was useless for him to persuade Fu Qingsu to give up.
It’s just a pity that Fu Qingsu has such talent and such opportunity.
"Yan Wang, thank you for your care over the years."
Although he is a ferryman, without the protection of the King of Hell over the years, many things for Fu Qingsu would not have gone so smoothly.
Fu Qingsu performed a salute to the King of Hell, which represented the Wuling tribe's solemn gratitude.
The King of Hell accepted Fu Qingsu's gift.
Her gift is acceptable to the King of Hell.
Fu Qingsu turned around, looked at the Udumbara flower, white light flashed on his fingertips, and began to cast the spell again.
The King of Hell stood behind Fu Qingsu, looking at the light in Fu Qingsu's fingertips.
Even though a thousand years have passed, Fu Qingsu has never forgotten every detail of the past thousand years. Everything that happened a thousand years ago is clearly imprinted in Fu Qingsu's soul.
A faint smile appeared on her face. That was her happiest time.
At that time, she was still a witch of the Wuling tribe.
In the deep valley, the trees are lush and green, and a stream flows. Fish can be seen playing in the stream, and animals such as deer and rabbits walk freely in the forest.
The valley is full of vitality.
"Qingsu."
A shout made the girl in green who was walking in front stop.
The girl turned around and playfully waved to the two girls behind her who were also wearing green clothes, "Ayue, Mengqi."
Fu Ayue and Fu Mengqi trotted to Fu Qingsu.
Fu Ayue even grabbed the basket from Fu Qingsu's hand. When she saw the pears in the basket, she wanted to reach out and take them, but was pushed away by Fu Qingsu.
"The pears are for offering to the rain god. You can't take them."
Fu Qingsu quickly covered Xueli with a handkerchief.
Fu Ayue frowned, "It's the Rain Festival again to worship the Rain God."
Only now did Fu Ayue remember that the Rain Festival to worship the Rain God would be coming soon.
"Qingsu, won't you be busy then?"
"Did you play with us?"
Fu Qingsu is a witch of the Wuling tribe. The Rain Festival to worship the Rain God has always been presided over by Fu Qingsu and her group of witches and wizards. Since Fu Qingsu is a witch, naturally there is no shortage of things to do.
"That's right."
It is true that at that time, Fu Qingsu was very busy and had no time to be with Fu Ayue and Fu Mengqi.
The three of them quickly returned to the Wuling tribe while talking about the Rain Festival.
The Wuling tribe has always served the Rain God. Before they retreated from the world, if there was a long drought, they would begin to pray to the Rain God for rain. However, due to the internal strife among the royal family, which affected the usually peaceful Wuling tribe, the high priest of the Wuling tribe began to let the Wuling tribe move away from the world.
Their Wuling clan has been living in seclusion in the hills and valleys for three hundred years.
Fu Qingsu was chosen as a witch by the high priest since she was a child.
Because when Fu Qingsu was born, drizzle was falling from the sky, and there was a jade pendant with the mark of the rain god in his arms.
The high priest held a ceremony to worship the rain god.
"Lord Rain God, this girl was born with rain in her mouth. Is she the witch you bestowed upon our tribe?"
After the high priest finished speaking, the jade pendant emitted light, and the high priest knew that it was the response from the Rain God.
From then on, Fu Qingsu was a witch of the Wuling tribe.
When Fu Qingsu returned to the tribe, someone told her that the high priest was looking for her, so she immediately went to find the high priest.
Arriving at the room, Fu Qingsu saw that the high priest was frowning. It was the first time that Fu Qingsu saw the high priest like this.
"High Priest, Hedong told me that you were looking for me."
When the high priest saw that it was Fu Qingsu, he beckoned her to come to him.
"Qingsu, come here."
Fu Qingsu arrived before the high priest and was about to speak when he saw the person on the table in front of him using stones for divination. His expression suddenly changed.
"High Priest, this hexagram is very ominous."
The high priest's expression became even uglier.
Fu Qingsu felt something was wrong, "High Priest, who are you reading this for?"
A sign of great misfortune.
"It's for our Wuling clan."
Fu Qingsu was shocked by the high priest's words.
It was calculated for the Wuling clan, and it was a very bad omen.
"High Priest, you didn't make a mistake!"
Fu Qingsu said this not because he did not believe the high priest, but because he could not believe that their Wuling clan would have a bad omen.
Their clan lives in seclusion, and no one has ever set foot in the hills and valleys. How could there be a sign of such bad luck?
But what the high priest said was true. The Wuling clan would face the risk of extinction.
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