The northern border of Guli Country,
The sky is blue and the clouds are flying from the west, dreamlike, at this moment, the grass is blooming on the plateau,
"Poll, someone recently went to Xiyuan Mountain. He said that there is yellow sand, not as good as Sunshine City."
The little Zhuoma, with two red plateaus on his face, smiled happily.
"Pola, why is Xiyuan Mountain so barren and there is no vegetation?"
The chubby boy curiously looked at the old man sitting cross-legged on the ground,
The old man slowly wiped off the cigarette dust from the tribute suit, and his face was puckered with a gentle smile.
"Doji, Polla's Polla told me that Shihara Mountain was not like this long ago."
The old man took a puff of cigarette slowly, and his face tanned by the red sun on the plateau was hidden in the gray smoke and he couldn't see clearly.
"Let's talk about that wave, talk about it!"
The children around the old man began to gather together, crying sweetly, shaking the old man's hand.
"Okay, sit down, Pula tells you about it."
All of a sudden, the children on the plateau calmed down and listened carefully to Pula telling stories.
"Pola's Pola can't remember how long it was. At that time, Xiyuan Mountain was still such a beautiful and beautiful mountain!"
"On Xiyuan Mountain, there are a lot of precious plants and trees, which are always green all year round. The emerald green needle pine is high and straight, like a staircase leading to the heavens. There are also gurgling streams in the mountains, and the Dingdong spring at the end of the forest. Singing day and night, there are children as lovely as Zhuoma and Duoji, holding Shesheka to pick the fruits of the emperor's relocation."
"Pola Bo, how could Xiyuan Mountain be so beautiful? It's like a fairyland."
The talking little Zhuoma looked yearning, her watery eyes shining brightly.
The old man laughed lowly, "At that time, the whole land was so rich, the sky was blue like a jewel, the grass was so tender that the water came out, and there were golden wheat fields. The breeze blew by and walked on the ridges. The farmers in China seem to smell the scent of white flour and pastry."
"Poll, people at that time lived so happily." Dorje said.
"Yes!" the old man sighed. "People on the ground sing and dance to thank the gods who helped them every year at harvest time, and thank the gods who have an endless life for bringing them knowledge of farming and giving them a good weather."
"Are the gods Polla said are the gods of the heavens enshrined in Sunlight City?"
"Zolma is right," the old man took a mouthful of cigarettes and his expression became serious. "But there is a person who is not satisfied. He yearns for the heavens even more. He feels unfair. Why do the gods of the heavens live so long while they have to suffer? The torment of birth, old age, sickness and death, he spent many years, making a large number of weapons, and found countless monsters and elves in the deep valley to fight against the emperor."
"He asked Feng Bo and the rain master to create violent winds and violent rains on this rich land. The needle pine on Xiyuan Mountain was blown off by the storm, and the clear water in the stream became muddy and fertile. The wheat fields were also flooded, and the once happy people became frowning and weeped all day long."
"Poll, why didn't the emperor come to rescue them!" Zhuo Ma eagerly said in a crying voice.
"Good boy, don't worry, how could the emperor allow such a person to appear? He sent his daughter down,"
"The god of light and heat released his light and heat power, the wind, rain and fog disappeared, and the heavenly soldiers sent by the emperor killed the person who opposed him. The sky became clear, the river calmed down, and people finally reopened. Smile."
"Poll, you are a hero!"
Dorje stood up suddenly, his eyes full of admiration.
"But the wives also lost their divine power in this battle, and can't return to the heavens again."
"Ah, pitiful woman." Dorje called again and sat down slowly.
"But although the wives who stayed in the world have lost their powers, they are still different from people. The ground, grass, flowers and flowers that her blue skirt waved over are all withered and become barren. People fear her, expel her, and accuse her of her ugly face. , The power of evil, the woman is very angry, but she can't avenge her. She was confined to Xiyuan Mountain by the Emperor of Heaven, unable to take a step out of the mountains."
The old man sighed for a long time, "After this, because of the wives’ resentment, Xiyuan Mountain didn’t grow any grass, the needle pine turned into a withered and bald wood, Dingdongquan stopped singing, and the children could not find the crisp and delicious tree on Jun Qian The Hongguo is gone, it is the original mountain, and it has lost its vitality."
The old man finished telling the story, and no one spoke for a long time. On the vast grassland, only the sound of cows and sheep chewing grass, and the wind blowing in the distance shook the copper bell on the flagpole.