The flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years, and the leaves grow for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never see each other. But Manzhu and Shahua just wanted to meet. That year, the enchanting red flowers and green leaves complemented each other on the bank of the netherworld, angering the gods, and a curse drove them into reincarnation, never knowing each other in life after life. The marriage between the mulberry picker and the woodcutter was ruined by a sudden death on the eve of their wedding, the official girl and the scholar had a tragic ending, and the two birds died under the arrows of the hunter... In every life, only when you smell the fragrance of flowers on the other side on the road to hell, the past comes rushing back, and then a bowl of Meng Po soup is forgotten again. Until that life, Shahua did not drink Meng Po soup, jumped into the smelly Wangchuan River, bitten by the copper snake, and stared in solitude for thousands of years, just for another chance to catch her. When the catastrophe of Nanzhao Kingdom came, he used the power of his remaining soul to chase the boat with swaying lights. In the boat was she who had forgotten him again. The river boiled and the innocent souls howled. The deep Dharma voice of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva suddenly rang out from the dead end that was thought to be unsolvable.
