The City Under the Osmanthus Tree

On the day when the tribulation failed, the snow on the top of Taixu Mountain was red. When he opened his eyes again, Lu Chen was lying in a compartment on the top floor of the village in the city. The monthly rent is 800, the bank card balance is 632, the mahjong parlor next door stayed up all night, and most of the osmanthus trees downstairs were withered. He got up and cooked a bowl of noodles. When the noodles were cooked, he stopped with his chopsticks - the face of the disciple from his previous life came up, and he didn't let his tears fall into the pot. Later he discovered that under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree there was the strongest aura in the whole street. He poured a ladle of water every day, and the tree grew an inch every day. Then the tree came alive, and then the whole city woke up. Immortals practice the Twelve Serious Sutras starting from a dead osmanthus tree.