Looking around, there is a huge pool ahead. The water in the pool is as dark as ink, and it is as flat as a mirror, without waves or waves.

There is a small island in the center. On the island is a very strange big banyan tree with lush branches and leaves covering the sky and sun. The branches hang onto the ground, burrowing into the soil, and forming a forest alone.

There are two kinds of flowers growing around the pool. Through the detailed introduction of Fang Xiaomei, Mu Changfeng knew that one of them was the black mandala and the other was purple. It was never seen or heard of, and he could not name it at all.

Fang Xiaomei said: "The purple one is purple grass."

"So this is purple grass." Thinking of Mr. Lu's often using a dark purple root to configure ointment to treat water and fire scalds for the disciples in the pavilion, Mu Changfeng suddenly realized, "Its root can be used as medicine, right?"

Fang Xiaomei said: "It is said that a long time ago, a girl fell seriously ill. Her lover visited famous doctors and never found a good medicine to cure her. Suddenly one day, an immortal appeared in front of the young man and gave him a small flower, telling him that as long as he was willing to cultivate it with blood, the roots were dug out a hundred days later, he could save the girl's life. In order to save her beloved, the young man willingly cut his wrist and took blood, and worked hard to cultivate the small flower. After a hundred days, the young man saved the girl's life, but the young man died of exhaustion."

Mu Changfeng sighed and said, "There are countless infatuated people in the world. It is said that women are infatuated, but in fact men's infatuation is not inferior to..."

"My story has not been finished yet," Fang Xiaomei gently slapped a black mandala and interrupted him coldly. "Eight hundred years ago, there was a very small village not far away. There was a woman in the village who raised her child who had just given birth alone. Because she couldn't stand the ridicule of her neighbors, she moved to the edge of the pond. One day, the child fell ill, sweated profusely, and had chills all over. This was an ordinary disease, but because of a quack doctor, he mistakenly regarded the stems of sweating for ephedra as the roots of ephedra for antiperspirant. The child broke out in cold sweat after taking the medicine and died..."

"I know, Master Lu once said that ephedra is also called troublesome grass. If the stems and roots are mixed, they will become big..." Mu Changfeng became happy as if he had picked up a treasure. He suddenly thought of this story and was sad and sad. At this time, he laughed and seemed heartless, cold-blooded and ruthless, and immediately stopped talking.

Fang Xiaomei sneered and glared at Mu Changfeng, saying, "The child's mother firmly did not believe that the child was dead. She remembered the legend of purple grass and bought purple grass and black mandala from an old doctor to plant it by the pond."

"Why should I plant the black mandala?" Mu Changfeng could understand the mother's mood, so he must have regarded the purple grass as a magical herb. He bought a plant to plant by the pond, hoping to save the child's life. This is the heart of parents all over the world, and regards children as more important than life.

But why did she plant the black mandala? Mu Changfeng couldn't figure it out for a while.

"Since you are good at guessing people's hearts, why not guess what the child's mother is going to do?" Fang Xiaomei deliberately made things difficult for Mu Changfeng and smiled maliciously.

Mu Changfeng pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but be shocked. He realized that what he thought was wrong. All parents in the world loved their children and sacrificed their lives for them. However, some parents would also go to extremes because of their love, killing people and killing them. "The child's mother must have wanted to imitate the young man in the story and cultivate purple grass with blood. The child is still young and needs mother's care. She cannot give up her life. So she uses the characteristics of black mandala that make people hallucinate, confuse the people in the village, take their blood, and cultivate herbs."

Fang Xiaomei seemed quite surprised and nodded, "You are indeed good at speculating on people's hearts."

Mu Changfeng said: "It's just that I have seen too many evil people and have understood the evil of people's hearts."

Fang Xiaomei said: "After killing a few villagers, the child's body was rotten. She finally woke up and the child would never come back. At this time, someone discovered her evil deeds and came to the door to avenge the dead. In a heartbreak, she hugged the child's rotten body and committed suicide by throwing herself into the water. After her death, she turned into a ghost, hoping that everyone in the world would suffer the pain of losing her son like her. The families with children and daughters by the pond were all suffering from her disaster."

Mu Changfeng was furious and pulled out the Chixiao Sword and chopped down a black mandala. "It was so crazy that he was cruel to innocent people, and he didn't even repent and would do evil after death."

"My story has not been finished yet." Fang Xiaomei said with a smile.

"I haven't finished speaking yet?" Mu Changfeng calmed down, "Why is this called Bailongtan?"

Fang Xiaomei said: "It was also eight hundred years ago that a white dragon who did evil and regarded wealth as his life hurt countless people in the north and plundered a lot of gold, silver and treasures. The lord of the dragon clan sent a black dragon to deal with it in anger. The white dragon fought with the black dragon for three days and three nights. The white dragon was defeated and seriously injured. He fled to the south with all the gold, silver and treasures, and eventually died in the pool. The name "White Dragon Pond" is therefore named."

Mu Changfeng said: "I have heard this story. There is a black dragon pool in the north. It is said that a black dragon lives in the pool and protects a living creature."

Fang Xiaomei said, "After the death of the White Dragon, it turned into a ghost and devoured the woman's soul. Not only was it obsessed with treasures, but it also liked to harm young children. When they saw people, they said, 'I protect countless treasures, gold, jade, agate, jade, and gems. As long as you are willing to sacrifice with babies, I will be willing to give you some benefits.' This incident spreads to ten, ten to hundreds, and many people know it. There are many people who are obsessed with greed. Some of them used their own children as sacrifices, and some stole children from neighbors to sacrifice. Now there are fewer people who know this story, fewer people who offer sacrifices, and countless men and women who come to sacrifice sacrifices."

Mu Changfeng's heart was mixed with anger, and even endless sadness. It is said that "people die for money and birds die for food." How many people have destroyed human nature for "wealth", regardless of their conscience and morality, and have not cared about family affection, and have become "devils" that are inferior to animals.

"A gentleman loves money, and uses it in a good way." How many people care about the principles of sages?

When there are shortcuts, many people are unwilling to get rich with their own hard work.

Wang San sacrificed his own son and only received ten taels of silver. Some people are like this, their hearts are weak, and their own flesh and blood are no match for a little snowflake.

The tragedy that lasted for eight hundred years was the culprit of the White Dragon and the child's mother. They lived deep in the pond. They were just tempted by their ability to brighten the lotus and their insignificant small profits. They bewitched people's hearts and ruined their families and destroyed them.
Chapter completed!