Chapter 320 Turnip Flower (3) (Two chapters in one)
Luo Xuanyi had no intention of escaping. As soon as she came into contact with the russet flower, she immediately found that her desire to debate had increased greatly. She was afraid that this was a test of greed from the cunning cultivator.
When Luo Xuanyi tried not to ask Wu Qinghua any questions and just tried to fight back, the stone door in her heart shook slightly, and the gap widened visibly.
Although she didn't know the exact principle, Luo Xuanyi would never miss the opportunity to pass the trial.
After all, she really found it difficult to control her wandering thoughts, and it would be best if the trial could end as soon as possible.
Wu Qinghua's golden body remained intact, and even Luo Xuanyi's secret poisoning of the formation flags could not poison him. But she still thought of a way.
She pretended to flee, but in reality, she used the Hidden Meteor to slip between reality and illusion, entering the body of the Rubbing Green Flower. More precisely, she and the Rubbing Green Flower overlapped.
Only when she was superimposed in the golden body did Luo Xuanyi realize that she was unable to transform from virtual to real again. This was due to the influence of the Great Freedom Dao. Just as she was thinking about how to make the fake star fall, Wu Qinghua actually knocked the fake star down from the sky!
This kind of power shocked Luo Xuanyi, but it also allowed her to successfully take out eight formation flags and create the Soul-Falling Formation in Wu Qinghua's body in one go!
Even Wu Qinghua, a powerful cultivator in the Void Refinement Stage, would inevitably fall into the Soul-Falling Formation of the Interworld. However, Luo Xuanyi doubted how long the Soul-Falling Formation of the Interworld could last once he started writing the story.
Just as Luo Xuanyi was considering how to set up the formation, the commotion here alerted all the nearby Buddhist practitioners searching for her. From afar, they could see the towering golden giant, motionless and asleep. Realizing something was amiss, they rushed over.
"This is... Senior Uncle Wu Qinghua?"
One of the Buddhist cultivators put his fingers together and swiped his palm, and a Buddha's eye opened from his palm. He pondered for a moment and said in surprise, "There are two souls in my uncle's body!"
"Was the fight just now between Master-Uncle and the treacherous cultivator? Could it be that the treacherous cultivator was trying to steal Master-Uncle's golden body?!"
"Pull that weird cultivator out!"
Luo Xuanyi glanced around and saw that all the Buddhist cultivators were at least at the Nascent Soul stage, with one even at the early stages of the Void Refinement stage. If this group of people attacked all at once, even another Luo Xuanyi would probably be unable to cope.
But she obviously underestimated the power of the golden body.
Dozens of Buddhist practitioners sat cross-legged on the ground, their formation resembling a half-opened lotus. The muttered sound of chanting drifted out, coiling in the air and transforming into a visible golden chain, attempting to penetrate the golden body and capture Luo Xuanyi's soul.
The original ghost fire swayed towards the golden chain. Luo Xuanyi immediately controlled the fire, but found that the golden chain's gravity was too weak to capture his soul.
The golden chain could not penetrate Wu Qinghua's golden body, so Luo Xuanyi, who was staying in the golden body, was temporarily safe.
"I, Wansheng Dazizai, Senior Brother, what should I do next?"
"Master, during our daily sparring sessions, it's clear that the golden body is easily broken..."
"Who can help Master Jingmen with a sound?"
Looking at the people on earth who were trying hard to think of a solution, Luo Xuanyi breathed a sigh of relief.
Staying in the golden body all the time is not a solution, but all the eight flags in her hand are used to set up the Soul-Falling Formation in the Inter-World. If she goes out, she won't even be able to disturb the stars to escape.
If Wu Qinghua were to be released into the Soul-Falling Formation like this, it would be difficult to get him into the formation again.
It would be better to take advantage of this safe time and refine the formation flag here.
Luo Xuanyi made a decision quickly. She took out the living soul materials and intensified the refining of the formation flag directly in Wu Qinghua's golden body. At the same time, she multitasked and read the soul of Wu Qinghua in the Soul-Falling Formation of the Interworld.
The Soul-Falling Formation of the Interworld is indeed difficult to assimilate and can deceive people to death for powerful people like Wu Qinghua who have reached the stage of refining emptiness and passed the Dao seed heart examination. Even their experiences can only see vague scenes from their youth.
But Luo Xuanyi's goal was not to strangle him with the formation.
Her goal was achieved after Wu Qinghua broke the formation.
The Soul-Falling Formation in the Intermediate World flickered, and Wu Qinghua slowly opened her eyes and saw a misty rain.
He sat on the threshold of his home, watching the relentless downpour in Guhu Town. A gentle breeze, swirling the drizzle, blew onto his thin scholar's robe, sending a chill piercing through his bones.
Where is this?
Wu Qinghua felt a slight pain in her head, as if something was about to surge out of her mind.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly rang out on the street, and footsteps hurriedly came towards him through the mist and rain. Wu Qinghua opened his eyes with difficulty and saw a piece of clothing falling on him.
It was a small outer robe, even thinner than the scholar's uniform he was wearing. The pattern on it was both strange and familiar.
It seems like I saw someone wearing clothes with this pattern a long time ago. It is a very common pattern, but why haven't I seen it again since then?
After that, after what?
Yes, it was my mother. My mother would wear this kind of pattern, a prayer flower embroidered on women's clothing. After..., my mother, wearing a dress made of prayer flowers, sent him off from afar...
From then on, he never saw his mother again, nor had he ever seen clothing with this kind of pattern. Whose clothing did this nostalgic piece of clothing belong to?
Wu Qinghua felt dizzy and could only force herself to stay awake and raise her head to look at the worried face in front of her.
She was a little girl, and even when she was talking to him sitting on the threshold, she had to look up. She was wearing only a single dress embroidered with the same prayer flowers, which was soaked by the rain.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Who are you?
Just as Wu Qinghua was about to ask this, a sharp pain rushed to his head and he staggered and fell down.
Before he fell, he only heard the girl's terrified cry.
"Mother! My brother fainted!"
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As if struggling in the mud, Wu Qinghua felt cold all over and the vision in front of her eyes flickered.
What's wrong with me? Who am I?
Where am I?
Wu Qinghua closed his eyes, his body trembling in agony as he sunk deeper into anxiety. He couldn't recall what he was supposed to remember. Without an identity or a past, he felt like a rootless duckweed, drifting in the air.
The soul floated upwards, upwards, about to break the surface of the water. He separated and swam upwards.
However, he suddenly felt a warm hand covering his forehead, bringing him back to reality.
The fingertips of this hand have the familiar rough calluses left by gripping the flower roots while carving. His mother raised him by carving.
……Mother?
"Mother, is my brother sick?"
A childish voice sounded softly, as if afraid to disturb Wu Qinghua. Wu Qinghua couldn't recall the owner of this voice. Just like this strange town, it made him feel uneasy.
But, Mother is here.
The headache eased slightly, and Rutabaga opened her eyes with force, seeing the familiar worried face.
The worry on her mother Wu Jiangnu's face disappeared, and she said in surprise, "Ah Qing, you finally woke up!"
"Mother..." Wu Qinghua struggled to stand up, and suddenly felt someone trying to help him stand up. He thought it was his mother's hand, but the strength was too weak.
He turned his head and saw the owner of the voice, the girl, again.
She looked up at Wu Qinghua timidly, hesitantly retracted her hand, and hid behind Wu Jiangnu.
Wu Jiangnu looked at the scene in front of her with a smile and said softly, "Why are you staring at your sister? If Xuanyi hadn't dragged you back, I wouldn't have known you were lying outside the yard."
Xuanyi, sister?
Do I have a sister?
Wu Qinghua subconsciously looked around. This was a house made of bricks and tiles, which was more exquisite than the one made of bamboo and straw, but he subconsciously felt that it was a bit simple.
The interior was decorated in a simple and hasty manner, as if the owner had just moved in. If so, it was no wonder that Wu Qinghua felt no sense of familiarity with the surroundings. He seemed to vaguely remember moving with his mother...
What's the reason for moving?
I can’t remember anything else.
"Mom, why did we move?"
As soon as Wu Qinghua said this, Wu Jiangnu raised her hand to cover her mouth and her body swayed. He hurriedly tried to support Wu Jiangnu, but Xuanyi had already supported her with her body and helped her sit down on the bed.
Casting a grateful look towards Xuanyi, Wu Qinghua had no idea why his mother lost her composure, but he didn't want to make her sad.
Because their father left home, they were left alone with their mother and son.
Oh, right, Wu Qinghua suddenly remembered.
He was born in the country of Ran and followed the teachings of Mahavairocana. Everyone is born with sins and works for the Buddha to avoid reincarnation in the next life.
Their family was allocated a piece of land, and their father and mother planted flowers on the land as a tribute to the Buddha.
My father learned the skill of growing flowers from his grandfather, and his family has been offering flowers to the Buddha for generations.
The offering flower is a special spiritual plant called the ground golden lotus, which is golden in color. The ground golden lotus seeds will not bloom. They must be grown to a certain size in the ground, then dug out and carved into the seeds with a knife to create different shapes. Flowers will then emerge from the grooves.
The carving skill was passed down from ancestors to my father. Next, it was supposed to be passed down from my father to Wu Qinghua, but my father passed away.
My father said, "I want to follow the footsteps of Mahadeva Buddha." Then he left.
The neighbors all congratulated the Wu family for having a Buddhist monk. The eight-year-old Wu Qinghua watched in a daze as his father was ordained, took off his robes, and cleaned up his worldly ways by two Buddhist monks. He didn't even look back at him or his mother before leaving home.
At first, Wu Qinghua felt proud because everyone mentioned his father so proudly, saying, "My neighbor is a Buddhist practitioner and will definitely become a disciple of the Buddha in the future." He couldn't help but puff out his chest and happily sit on the doorstep to listen to people passing by praise his father.
Wu Qinghua wanted to remember these words of praise and repeat them to her father when he came back, so that her father, who was always frowning, would be happy.
But no matter how long Wu Qinghua waited, he sat on the doorstep day after day, but never saw his father come back.
"He is already a Buddhist practitioner, a follower of the Buddha. He is no longer your father."
How could this be possible? Wu Qinghua jumped off the threshold and rushed back to the yard in a panic. He wanted to ask his grandfather and mother if this was true.
My mother was crying with her face covered by her hands in front of the bed of her seriously ill grandfather.
From then on, Wu Qinghua knew that his family consisted of only three people: his seriously ill grandfather, his mother, and him.
My father gave up his flower offerings, but the Buddha's flower offerings could not be interrupted. The Buddhist teachings stated that flowers could only be carved by Wu people. Therefore, to prevent the flowers in front of the Buddha's altar from being interrupted, my grandfather, even though he was seriously ill, continued to carve a large number of ground lotus flowers every day.
In order to allow grandfather to rest and recuperate, my mother and Wu Qinghua worked hard to learn flower carving from grandfather.
Unfortunately, my grandfather died of exhaustion before I could learn how to make Turnip Flower.
Now there are only mother and Wu Qinghua at home. Mother has learned to carve flowers for offering. During the day, they go to the fields. At night, mother carves by lamplight while Wu Qinghua learns by the side.
Just when they had learned how to make turnip flowers and were finally able to maintain their job of supplying flowers, their mother fell seriously ill.
The Buddhist monk who came to collect the flowers still asked his mother to get up and finish the rest, because only Buddha's work can never be delayed. Even though the turnip flower said that he could finish the rest in one day, the Buddhist monk still insisted that his mother get up and finish it together.
"Being able to complete the offering to the Buddha as quickly as possible is the true respect for the Buddha. Our lives, everything we have, are born to offer to the Buddha and follow the Buddha."
"You should follow your grandfather's example and die working for the Buddha. This is the highest virtue."
After my mother finished it with one breath, she fainted on the bed.
Twelve-year-old Rutabaga, who was guarding her mother's bedside, hated Buddha for the first time.
Wu Qinghua decided that no matter what the afterlife sins would be for abandoning the Buddha's work, he would take his mother and flee. They moved out of the house at night.
What happened next?
What happened next... Wu Qinghua couldn't remember anything. Perhaps something happened during his escape and his memory disappeared?
But at this time, Wu Qinghua didn't dare to ask her mother rashly.
His mother was still seriously ill. The question he had just asked about moving had already brought back bad memories for her. Wu Qinghua was more concerned about her mother's illness than her own memories.
"Mother, how is your illness? Lie down and rest." Wu Qinghua immediately turned over from the bed and gave up the quilt.
Wu Jiangnu covered her mouth and shook her head, and was helped onto the bed by Xuanyi and Wu Qinghua.
"I'm fine. Are you hungry? There's porridge cooked on the stove. Xuanyi and I have already eaten."
In order to prevent her mother from worrying any further, Wu Qinghua immediately stood up and said, "I understand. I'll go eat some porridge. You can have a good rest."
"Um."
Looking at her mother who had closed her eyes on the bed, Wu Qinghua was slightly dazed.
Oh, by the way, he doesn’t remember this room. How is he supposed to find the stove?
Xuanyi walked over timidly and pulled at the hem of Wu Qinghua's clothes.
"Brother, I'll take you there." By the way, the Great Freedom Buddha here is my creation, please don't correspond to reality~
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