There is a diseased plum tree in Shangyunguan on the outskirts of Beijing that suddenly bloomed a hundred years ago.
There is a woman floating on the branch, her skin is as white as snow and her clothes are as red as plum blossoms. In the blink of an eye, she melts into the white snow and red plum blossoms. The people marveled at the plum tree's transformation into an immortal and respected her as "Mrs. Feijun". Many prayers came true when they kowtowed and prayed.
Since the plum trees bloomed, several generations of monarchs in Dayong have died violently, and a few plum blossoms have fallen aside.
Mrs. Feijun made trouble again and again, so the emperor had no choice but to turn Shangyunguan Garden into a plum temple, and selected Taoist priest Yin Hui as the envoy, hoping that he would bring more blessings and less killings.
When the Plum Temple was about to be completed, the emperor died suddenly in the inner palace. Flower petals were still scattered around him. Yin Hui could not restrain his curiosity and came to the plum tree.
"Did you kill the person?"
"Am I the only plum tree in the world? Don't ask any more and just wipe the altar table for me."
The Plum Temple was built, and the immortals and envoys were noisy and diligent, exploring the strange things in the world and approaching the truth about the regicide.
Many mysteries were revealed, and the plum tree withered and withered at an extremely fast speed. The usually unruly and unruly envoy went out of character and vowed to seek justice with his wife Feijun.
"Yin Hui, I really killed someone..."
"Nonsense, you are not the only plum tree in the world."
Intention: It's not too late for spring to come from winter
