Peach Blossoms in Bloom

Xuan Miao was reborn. Her master said she still had one final tribulation to endure before she could become the Sovereign of Heaven and Earth. As she crossed the River of Forgetfulness, she saw a strange man in red on the Bridge of Helplessness. The little ghost rowing the boat told her, "That's the Lord of a Hundred Flowers, the Flower God feared by the Three Realms. He's been waiting here for nearly a hundred years, searching for someone. Even the dead waters of the River of Forgetfulness have bloomed with flowers." After that fleeting glance, she forgot everything when she was reborn. Xuan Miao was reborn as Li Xuanmiao in Li Village, Li Town. One day, she discovered that the peach tree in her courtyard could talk. Later, a handsome young man flew down from its branches. He said he was her future husband. Xuan Miao fell in love with Xin Yanjun, who always wore red, and happily looked forward to growing up and marrying him. But as the day drew nearer, the seventh rib in her body began to hurt more and more. It had been an affliction since birth, but for some reason, the pain was getting worse. Then one day, she met an immortal, the legendary Fairy Ruizhu. People said that every girl should pay homage to Fairy Ruizhu: pure as ice and jade, exquisite and lovely. The immortal said she could cure Xuan Miao's affliction for good, and took her to the Ruizhu Temple, where incense smoke curled and the immortal lanterns burned without ever going out. The temple's vermilion threshold had been stepped on by thousands and crossed by tens of thousands. Xuan Miao stopped, touched her waist, which had suddenly begun to hurt unbearably, and looked bewildered. Oh, that was her seventh rib. Her rib had been taken by Xin Yanjun thousands of years ago, and made into the threshold in front of that woman's temple. Xuan Miao awoke. Xuan Miao became the Sovereign of Heaven and Earth, then vanished. All things were her, and none of them were her. Xin Yanjun could no longer find his Xuan Miao. "You still can't forget her?" "I should have forgotten her, but I can't control how often I think of her." "Do you miss her that much?" "Not really. I think of her when flowers bloom, when they wilt, when I'm drunk, and especially when night falls and I'm alone." Theme: Sincerity repaid with sincerity