The next morning, Lu Fei, Ma Yunxi and Wang Zijun all came over, eager to see the golden box. I looked and saw that Qu Mo was not there. Wang Zijun sighed and said that she was not feeling well and her parents interfered, so she did not dare to go out.
We hurried to the shop and locked the door. I first looked at the ghost bottle, which was tied to the mirror and the little kid was curled up inside. I felt relieved, so I took out the gold box and put it on the table.
This thing was wrapped in three layers of old black cloth. When it was finally opened, it was only the size of a palm. It was flattened beyond recognition, and it looked like it had been smashed. But it was shining with gold, and it was definitely real gold. It felt heavy in the hand, at least two kilograms. Now that the price of gold has skyrocketed, it can be worth a lot of money.
Although the lid of the box collapsed, it did not affect opening. I carefully lifted the lid and immediately smelled a strange fragrance. On the back of the lid, there were indeed five words written: "Whoever opens the box will die." The bright red font was shocking. At the bottom of the box was a yellowed handkerchief embroidered with flowers. It was obviously something from many years ago.
I lifted the handkerchief and took out the box. The fragrance was even stronger, which made Ma Yunxi and Shen Bing like it very much. They took it from me. I hurriedly told them to be gentle. This handkerchief has a history of at least a hundred years. I am afraid it has no bones. Don't tear it to pieces.
Looking at the bottom of the box, there was a line of tiny calligraphy written in cinnabar. The words were strange and difficult to read. It looked like they were written randomly. After thinking about it, I guessed that this was an evil curse. Apart from this, there were no other traces.
"Look, this flower is so beautiful, but I've never seen it before," said Shen Bing.
Ma Yunxi smiled softly: "You don't even know him, so a country girl like me wouldn't know him either."
"Hehe, you are a hundred times more beautiful than flowers. What does it matter whether I recognize you or not?" Lu Fei said with a smile.
After being praised like this, Ma Yunxi was really happy, with a brilliant smile. Standing with Shen Bing, they were so beautiful that they could simply blind our eyes. It was so pleasing to the eyes. How do you think Lu Fei had the bad luck to get this big cabbage
Wang Zijun, who usually argued with Lu Fei, stood aside with a bit of boredom. Perhaps Qu Mo's absence had made this monkey lose interest.
I looked carefully at the flowers on the handkerchief. They were embroidered with only red and green silk threads, but the craftsmanship was quite exquisite. The petals were so beautiful that they were breathtaking. The green leaves made me want to suck their juice. It was so weird that I couldn't believe it.
I'm a complete idiot when it comes to flowers and plants. How can I know the species that Shen Bing can't recognize? But the petals are curved, a bit like chrysanthemums, but much more charming than chrysanthemums. The two are not on the same level at all. I suddenly thought of a flower and said, "Is it the red spider lily?"
The flower of the other shore is also called the ghost flower. Legend has it that Buddha left a tree on the bank of the Sanzu River on his way to the other shore. From then on, it became the only flower in the underworld, blooming on the side of Huangquan Road and the bank of the Sanzu River. The Sanzu River is actually the old name of the Boundary River. Now that the underworld has been restructured, it has been changed to the Boundary River. But I went to the underworld several times and didn't see any flowers.
The word "other shore" is used in Buddhist scriptures as "life and death is this shore, and nirvana is the other shore." In fact, this flower is a beautiful species, but when it takes root in the underworld, the other shore is no longer the other shore of "escaping from worldly troubles and achieving positive results." The other shore is hell, the other shore is torment!